"The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side."

Not far away, the stage was still a lively scene of celebration after the success of the performance, and in the quiet backstage, watching the boy look up at the bottom of the stairs when he looked up at the handsome eyebrows, the girl bent down - the makeup on her face had not yet been removed, the braid of the green crow was also hanging down to the side of her ear, under the light curtain, her face was incredibly soft, she tilted her head to look at him without blinking, the corners of her mouth smiled, and whispered this poem, and finally joked.

"Yiyi, are you waiting for me?"

……

The sky was full of blood, and the man went from cursing when he was caught off guard and being seriously injured to finally lying on the ground and begging bitterly.

The girl's eyes were hollow and her expression was indifferent, like a puppet with a hanging line, but she mechanically stabbed it with the Swiss Army knife with the original handle of walnut, knife after knife, bloody hand.

……

A shrill whistle sounded suddenly.

An Ning Ning got up and sat up subconsciously, until she saw the empty walls and scattered furniture in the room, and then she suddenly realized - this was just the alarm clock of the house next door, not the whistle in the prison.

The wind in the early morning was still a little cold, the sky was just a blurry layer of blue, and the triangular plum by the window was gently swaying with the wind.

The wind passed through the half-open window, as if it had turned into threads, and wisps of it had penetrated into the bones, and my hands hurt terribly and trembled terribly.

The heaviness in her heart made her a little breathless at such a moment before dawn.

She was stunned for a long time, and the only warmth in the quilt made her slowly come back to her senses.

She pursed her lips, lowered her head, her soft hair falling down her ears, as if she had been a thousand days, kneading and stretching her rough hands little by little with great concentration.

No longer resting, she diligently swept the whole house, sorted out yesterday's garbage, and just put it at the door temporarily, there was a noise from the opposite side.

"I thought you were out."

Yan Yu was stunned when she saw her, and then said with a chuckle.

He knew that she always got up early every morning, and went out to sketch before dawn with her painting folder, day after day, no matter the wind or rain, she was as devout as a pilgrimage.

"Something is going on today."

She looked at the boy opposite in a handsome suit, looking tall, with slender limbs, leaning lazily on the door frame at will, no longer the usual sunny and energetic appearance of a big boy, but faintly more elegant and sexy.

"You're going out?" She asked hesitantly. Because she also knows this, the boy has always been sleeping, and no matter what happens outside, she can't wake him up.

"yes."

Yan Yu knocked on his head, looking very distressed, "There is a party that I have to attend." It took a long time to get up in the morning and find the right clothes, and I haven't eaten breakfast yet. ”

"I ran out of yogurt yesterday." He said with a look of grievance.

"If you don't mind – I still have it in the fridge." Before she finished speaking, the other party strode over as if waiting for her to do so, "Strawberry, I like strawberry flavor." ”

An Ningning: ......

It's almost eight o'clock.

She carefully sketched out yesterday's painting in the sea and set it aside.

The eye-catching circles on the calendar mark the day of the 10th anniversary reunion of the alumni association.

The invitation is dotted with green leaves in the middle of summer, and looking at it in a trance, it is like returning to the green years of the year in an instant.

S City is a provincial capital.

When they grew up in the local city, they have already gone their separate ways, but there are still many people who are willing to stay in S City and work hard.

It was here that she met Jiang Xiaolu.

Jiang Xiaolu has always been enthusiastic when she was a student, so much so that when she met her on the way to deliver a manuscript to the magazine that day, Jiang Xiaolu didn't care about her past at all, but invited her warmly.

The high wall that has been built in her heart makes her subconsciously want to refuse.

But at that moment, I couldn't tell what it felt, maybe it was the other party's enthusiasm and surprise that infected her, so that she was still the same Ning Ning with clean hands in a trance, or maybe it was someone in her memory, and she still had a trace of expectation and wanted to secretly see him again.

At that moment, she seemed to be out of this body that was burdened with heavy depression and decay and dullness, and returned to the original school days.

When I came back to my senses, I was already holding this invitation.

"Ning Ning, remember to come." The girl's cheerful voice is still in my ears.

The person in the mirror was dressed in a blue dress, with no face facing the sky, and her silky hair was draped behind her, without any pretense.

It's like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

However, it's just like.

She looked at her inside for a long time, pursed her lips, hesitantly glanced at the few cheap bottles and cans next to her, and finally left the mirror after simply taking care of her daily skin.

Girls in their teenage years are like budding flowers, quietly blooming in their twenties, embellishing this flower little by little with bright dresses, beautiful makeup, and delicate jewelry.

But in the best of times, she spent time in prison.

The only daily luxury is to wipe the face with hot water, which is covered by sweat stains after a long day's work.

Without girls of the same age discussing how to put on makeup, without suitable friends to meet and go shopping, everything about girls is no longer known in that dark prison.

No one taught her how to dress appropriately as a girl entering society, including her mother.

……

When I arrived at Linlang Square, it was already past ten o'clock.

She thought that when she entered the hotel lobby, she would see those familiar faces, but she didn't expect these people to take drinks in twos and twos, laughing and wandering outside the square.

She looked carefully at the Hengyuan Hotel, but found that there were several flower baskets at the door, and the crowd inside was crowded and lively, as if there was something to celebrate.

An Ningning was not surprised.

Even though she is burdened with all the emotions and experiences of this character, she can always remember her mission - to find the true final home of the original body at this stage.

And she could feel that the day of this banquet was the only date she could choose.

It started today and ended today.

So no matter what happens today, even if it is an accident, it is reasonable.

Thinking of this, she looked into the distance, unconsciously clenched her handbag, and was about to leave here temporarily, waiting until noon to come to see, when a happy voice sounded.

"Ning Ning, here!"

Following the prestige, Jiang Xiaolu was calling her name loudly at the door of the café and waving her hands.

And not far from her, near the window, there were a few girls sitting.

They were all her former classmates. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Fast Wear, No Tranquility Claw Book House" for the first time.