"Just die!" Ping An closed his eyes, wrapped his hands around the black and red silk threads, and slowly fell from the sky.

Ping An asked himself in his heart, "If you die, is all this suffering over?"

Sink into sorrow and drown in the endless dark sea. The surging waves washed away all despair, leaving behind the fine sands of many hardships. Just let the tornado take it all, and there will be no scum left.

In the dim and narrow room lay a dying girl on the bed, with an inflamed scar on her short, white leg.

The girl danced her hands and feet on the bed in pain, and the scar cracked apart, and the scarlet blood once again rendered the quiet air. Flies and mosquitoes smell the delicacies and rush to the delicacies. Flies and mosquitoes sucked the freshly baked blood as they slewed the cracks, and the girl's eyelids moved slightly and opened her eyes.

As night fell, the uneasiness in Sister Bing's heart became stronger and stronger. I have no intention of going to dance class, and I am anxious to return to the dormitory to see Ping'an.

Time, 18:00.

Sister Bing ignored everyone's eyes, "whoosh", and left the company. After running several traffic lights, the truck driver poked his head out and shouted: "Hurry up to be reincarnated!"

Darkness enveloped the city, and passers-by on the streets had colorful expressions. Happy, relaxed, calm, indifferent, laughing, decadent, flustered, anxious....

No one can escape the despair brought by this world, like a fish on the verge of death due to lack of water, waiting for the arrival of water to be reborn.

Ping An woke up from the itching on her calf, she waved her hand to drive away the flies, and turned on her phone at 18:04.

In the darkness, he lost his thoughts and said, "It's good to live again."

The disappointed expression showed that Ping An did not say that she did not want to live again. Ping An stared at the inflamed wound vacantly, his weak hand caressing his forehead, feeling frustrated and hating himself for being useless.

"Alas~ I'm not dead, the cost of medicine is a lot, it's tiring and tired, what's the use of being alive." As he spoke, he kept wiping his wound with alcohol in his hand.

After cleaning up, I heard the door open. Sister Bing was out of breath and shouted, "Peace."

Ping An was weak and weak, and responded weakly to Sister Bing: "Hmm!"

"It's okay!" Sister Bing asked with concern.

"It's okay, a little fever."

Sister Bing stood outside the safe door, twisting the handle on the door, and a white light passed through the dim room.

Ping An hurriedly wrapped up the quilt, closed his eyes, revealed a black head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Sister Bing saw Ping'an's cheeks flushed on the bed, and reached out to touch Ping'an's forehead. The cold hand covered Ping'an's forehead, and the hot temperature was released. Sister Bing said angrily: "Have you taken medicine? If you are so big, you can't take care of yourself? ”

Leaving on a cold forehead, Ping An didn't open his eyes, and replied calmly: "Eat, I'm a little sleepy now, help me ask for a leave tomorrow."

"Okay, then you can sleep! I'll go out later. The words are full of concern, and the cold heart of peace gets a trace of warmth.