Endless darkness was about to consume him, and a white shadow floated straight from the end of the road. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hmph......" Summer Rain suddenly sat up from the bed, cold sweat broke out, not so much a dream, not so much a terrible encounter as a child, but in the end how real it was, I don't know - after all, I was so small at that time, a little fantasy. But it's strange that after all these years, it's strange to start having nightmares again. He sat on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated, but an ugly face appeared, and a young man with yellow hair was touching his face with his hand, "Boy, don't mess with Lao Tzu!" And he didn't resist at all, yes, he was bullied by a junior in high school because he didn't pay protection money. Every morning when he thinks about this, he is angry, regretting that he shouldn't have killed that guy with a punch in the first place.

Getting up, washing, and rushing to school is another ordinary day.

His tablemate Qu Yihang hadn't been to school for three days, and it seemed that the head teacher didn't know what had happened to him, but their high school was the best high school in Punan, and it was usually very strict with students, so it almost didn't happen. And everyone is very used to it, no one will care about a little fat man who is bored all day long, even Ding, who is at the same table, usually has no communication with him. But the seat next to it was empty, which always made the summer rain feel a little uncomfortable.

"Students, everyone be quiet," the head teacher suddenly came, looking very serious, and of course there was no sound at all in an instant. "Tell everyone a bad news, Qu Yihang, who has been missing for three days......"

"So he's really missing!"

"He..."The usually sophisticated head teacher choked up, "Qu Yihang has passed away, and his body was found in Huale Park in Dongcheng District this morning!" He propped his hands on the lectern, "It's all to blame for not paying much attention to him!" "The head teacher felt sorry for himself on the stage alone.

The whole class was in an uproar! In an instant, there are various versions such as robbery and killing, suicide and accidental death. However, Xia Yu did not participate in their brain-opening discussion, a person quietly sat in a daze in his seat, since the person is dead, there is no need to say much, only wish the deceased rest in peace, but on the other hand, he is very unhappy in his heart, because the thing came too suddenly?

This day may be the most lively day for them, and with new things to talk about, it won't be so boring!

The summer rain has been sullen, after school he decided to go to Qu Yihang's house to see, walked to the community guard room, but heard the sound of gongs and drums in the distance, women and children crying with mourning, yellow paper money flying all over the sky, the whole air was solidified. He felt nauseous and dizzy, and some familiar scenes kept beating in his mind, as if he saw his father's pale face lying in the wooden coffin, and wanted to turn around and run away, trying to stay away from the sad suona. Yes, he hates the sound of suona.

There is a person who leaves this world, it is as simple as a stone being thrown into the bottom of a lake, and a seed takes root and sprouts in the heart. Lying on a bench in the residential area, looking at the moon alone, the faint moonlight, all the silence, he was used to being in a daze like this, thinking about the thoughts of his youth.

"Do you feel bad?" It was a woman's voice, right in my ears, but the "click" heels seemed to come from far away. Ding didn't want to pay attention to anyone, and out of politeness, he waved his hand and motioned for the visitor not to disturb.

A pair of gentle hands brushed his forehead and passed through the ends of his hair, the other party seemed to be offended, but he did not feel the slightest malice, he involuntarily closed his eyes, and his body became very relaxed, as if wrapped in soft textiles, constantly sliding. "It's not good to be too preoccupied at a young age," the voice is like Beethoven's "Moonlight" whispering, delicate and tender.

"I'm so useless, I'm too weak, I want to do it!" Gritted teeth of pathos.

"Indeed, you are too weak, you need to be strong!"

"Can I do it?"

"Kill yourself, he's useless anymore, kill him," the soft tone became stiff, but it still felt like the ears were as irresistible as pregnant.

"Kill me, can I do it?" He felt like he was dreaming, and maybe he could really transform in this dream.

He opened his eyes, sat up slowly like a puppet with a hanging string, and in front of him was a bewitching-looking beauty, dressed in a retro cheongsam, with long hair, charming eyes and crimson lips, she leaned down and took out a silver dagger from behind, and by the white moonlight, the cold was overwhelming. Summer Rain stares at her, paying attention to her every gentle movement, which is beautiful.

"Use this dagger, it will help you pierce everything you have done," she poked at his heavy glasses, her slender fingers running wonderfully across his cheek.

He carefully took the dagger, and was so excited that he burst into tears, a knife of more than ten centimeters, will it really have the power to transform people? Carefully looking at the delicate pattern of the blade, "I want to use this dagger......" However, the woman in front of her has disappeared, and it seems like waking up from a dream in an instant, "Da Da, "The sound of high heels is still far away, not a dream!" He stroked the back of the knife again, and a powerful magic enveloped him, forcing him to stab the dagger into the heart, as if another pair of hands were holding the hilt, little by little.

Suddenly, his eyes were stinged as if he was about to go blind, the street lamp behind him turned on, the bright light shrouded him, and the bright red blood dipped in the blade made him nauseous, and he put down the dagger in his hand without hesitation, his fingers were dripping blood, but he still stood up regardless of it, and walked in the direction of home, the shadow was constantly elongating.