A man who has not drowned in the water does not know the darkness when he is immersed in the water.

Wen Xuan slowly sank to the bottom of the water, letting the dim river swallow him.

It's just that in a trance, he seems to see a tangled dim light, glowing dimly not far away.

He was originally a little curious, but at this moment, his limbs were weak and he couldn't move at all.

"Forget it, don't think about it." As he thought so, his limp gradually relaxed, and he closed his eyes.

He passed out in a coma, but he didn't know that it seemed that because of the flow of water, he was getting closer and closer to the light.

The black and white picture is like an old-fashioned projector diligently projecting the colors of an old movie.

He stood up abruptly and looked at the gloom around him.

This feeling...... It seems like it hasn't been around for a long time.

He hadn't dreamed for a long time since he had gone, especially this kind of dream, which was very boring in itself.

The colors of bleak white and desperate black blend and linger around, and it is a color that makes people feel dead and silent.

"Hey, you see, it's that broom star, listen to my Eminem, she killed her Eminem when she was born, and now even her own Aba is dead."

The sudden sound came to his ears from the forest, and the picture in front of him seemed to have been suddenly changed by someone, although it was still lifeless black and white, but a few few figures appeared.

The little girl, carrying a rudimentary backpack with tattered patches on it, walked through the crowd with her head down, silently listening to the words of her peers around her.

On her bowed face, she forced her red, sour eyes and bit her lip vigorously to prevent herself from making a sound.

Alone, she was like a child who had made a mistake, bending timidly and letting those words add to her.

Syllable.

A stone fell on her.

She subconsciously screamed in pain.

When the group of children saw it, they didn't bear it at all, but scolded her one by one with a full face as it should be: "Broom essence, get out, did you hear?" ”

She still stubbornly covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying.

Seeing the girl in front of them who couldn't make a sound no matter how much she scolded, the group of children seemed to be getting more and more angry, and the stones in their hands were thrown even more fiercely, and they all had hideous faces and cursed.

Where is it like a bunch of kids?

Rather, it's like a pack of beasts.

When she entered the village, the women looked at her along the way, with a disdainful and hidden sarcasm, and the girl still walked timidly on the road with her head bowed.

The next moment a woman suddenly pushed her, and she was easily pushed into the mire.

The woman looked at the girl with a stubborn face, trying to hold back her grief and not let herself cry, and pouted: "Broom star, it's really unlucky." ”

Then a large group of women left the place, laughing and laughing, and did not forget to spit before leaving.

When everything was settled, the little girl held on to the muddy water in the pit and stood up with difficulty.

Then the girl covered in mud, endured the pain in her body and the grievances in her heart, and walked home.

Pushing open the door, the dimly lit room smelled of dampness and decay.

After hastily making herself a supper, the girl ran to the bed and carefully rolled up her sleeves.

She saw her blue and red arms, and the tears in her eyes that had been held back for a long time finally began to burst.

But even if she is now in her own home, she didn't cry, just endured her grievances and pain, and sobbed quietly.

When a person doesn't even dare to cry out loud, then she will grow up.

Wen Xuan, who was like a ghost, looked at what was happening in front of him, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, after all, he also had a painful childhood experience, and he also understood one thing.

Some things, after appearing at the wrong age, not only will you not forget it over time, but it will be like a boning knife into your flesh and bones, and your soul, with the passage of time, not only can not let it melt, but will let it be connected with your flesh and bones, and can no longer erase his traces.

The next moment, the scene in front of me seemed to have been changed with a remote control, and the originally dim room disappeared, and everything in front of him became the depths of a vast forest.

The towering trees stood in the middle of it, scattered light spilled through the leaves on the ground, and bright spots of light swayed with the wind.

The emaciated girl walked through the forest with difficulty, her clothes in tatters and covered in blood.

With a pale face, she held the rotten and tattered piece of "iron piece" in her hand hard, while carefully looking around at the situation.

Just as the girl was worried about the danger around her, a crimson python slowly crawled down from the trunk of the big tree like a ghost.

In the quiet dense forest, there were no birds or beasts to make noises to warn the little girl.

Caught off guard, she was easily grabbed by the python, and the python wrapped around her body kept spitting out letters, and the moment her torso exerted force, Wen Xuan even saw that the girl's face quickly turned into a flushed color.

There are no miracles.

There were no signs.

It seems like it's coming to an end.

Then Wen Xuan's eyes widened, looking at everything that was happening in front of him.

The girl endured the sharp pain from her bones, and used the tattered dagger in her hand to poke into the python's body.

Fishy blood burst out.

Drenched the girl's whole body into a bloody person.

The python let out a scream of pain, and then its scarlet eyes stared at the prey in front of it, opened its mouth, and swallowed it towards the girl.

Syllable.

Again, the screen turns.

The girl reappeared.

It's just that at this time, she is no longer as cowardly as before, but her temperament has become more and more cold.

A small snake obediently prostrated on her shoulder, touching her chin affectionately from time to time.

A man sat on a cliff, hanging his legs in the air, hearing the girl's slow footsteps, the man slowly turned his head, his face blurred, so that people could not see clearly.

"Sichai, are you here?" The man said.

The girl nodded silently. Then he stood quietly beside the man, quietly and silently.

The man seemed to have become accustomed to the girl's indifferent face, and he seemed to have a warm smile, and said softly to the girl: "When I leave, you don't have to be cold all day long, and smile more." ”

"Huh? Walk? Where are you going? The girl's calm expression changed to a different one with the man's words, and she questioned anxiously and fearfully.

The man held out his hand and motioned for her to sit down, and when the girl came, the man reached out and rubbed her hair.

After the originally smooth hair was rubbed messy by the man, he said helplessly: "People will die, and they are not immortals." ”

"I won't!" The girl stood up and said loudly.

The man seemed to be frightened by the girl's appearance, he froze for a long time, and shook his head helplessly.

Then the man's body turned to stone inch by inch in front of the girl.

Seeing the man turn into a stone statue, the girl's momentum suddenly disappeared, and her shoulders twitched violently.

At this moment, the girl seemed to have become the same as when she was a child again, she didn't even dare to cry out loud, so she could only carefully move the stone statue in front of her to the ground, and then knelt on the ground and sobbed in a low voice.

This time, the picture changes again.

Wen Xuan pursed his lips when he saw the scene in front of him.

Because this is Wenjia Village.

The girl was shrouded in shadows, the little red snake no longer had on her neck, and now she was even colder.

In a trance, Wen Xuan seemed to hear the girl muttering to herself.

"You say, everyone dies. I don't believe it! ”