On the edge of the cliff, the remnant sun is like blood.

A few senile crows cowered in their dilapidated nests in old trees, and from time to time they let out a hoarse call or two. The autumn wind is whining, and the dead leaves are flying.

A woman in a bright red wedding dress held a sword in her hand and pointed at the man dressed in white opposite. The girl's eyes were slightly red, and there was silence all around. After a long time, the girl's lips lifted slightly, and she asked the young man in white with a slight chok, "Why do you still refuse to believe me?"

The boy stepped forward, and the sword pierced the cloak outside his white robe, and the girl was startled and hurriedly stepped back. The girl was only a few steps away from the edge of the cliff, and now, she was getting closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Every time the boy took a step forward, the girl took a step back. When the girl retreated to the edge of the cliff, the boy slowly spoke, and his cold voice made the girl feel strange.

"Believe you? Do you believe that you have lied to this king again and again? The young man gradually approached the girl and sneered, "Heh, Song Jiumo, if you can, this king really hopes that he has never met you." “

After the girl heard this, tears continued to slide down from the corners of her eyes. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out after all. She smiled sadly, "Remember what you said today, and I hope you won't regret it in the future." “

The sword fell to the ground suddenly, and the girl spread her arms, and her wide sleeves were blown up by the wind. She closed her eyes tightly, and her thin body fell straight down.

Zhu Jiumo suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she gasped for air. The real feeling of falling woke her from her dream. After realizing that it was just a dream, she raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead casually with her sleeve. After groping for his mobile phone on the table on the side, Zhu Jiumo opened it and found that it was already two o'clock in the morning. She put on her slippers and planned to go to the kitchen for a saliva.

After drinking the water, Zhu Jiumo lay down on the bed again, but he couldn't sleep. She sighed, turned on the lamp, and picked up her favorite drawing book next to her, intending to record a scene in the painting.

Cliffs, remnant sun, old trees, crows, fallen leaves, sad maidens in wedding dresses, ruthless teenagers in white. Zhu Jiumo looked at her new work, and an inexplicable sadness suddenly surged in her heart, as if she had experienced it. Zhu Jiumo shook his head, looked at the painting and smiled. But when she looked at her watch, she realized that an hour had passed. She turned off the lamp and lay on the bed, sleepiness hit, but it didn't take long for Zhu Jiumo to fall asleep.

The next day, Zhu Jiumo wore a school uniform and walked to school humming a song. At school, she was tapped on the shoulder by a man.

"Hotaru Shinoharu, it's early!" Zhu Jiumo saw that it was Mu Xiaoying at the back table, and immediately happily took care of her. Mu Xiaoying smiled, "Morning, Jiumo." “

There are already many students in the class, but the head teacher has not yet come. As soon as Zhu Jiumo arrived at the door of the class, he saw his tablemate Nan Qianchen surrounded by girls. Most of these girls are from other classes, as for the small number of people left in this class, of course, it is the class flower Shen Lijun and her two little followers.

Mu Xiaoying's face darkened instantly, and she walked to the group of girls with an expressionless face. But Zhu Jiumo knew that the more she was like this, the more angry she was in her heart. The only thing Zhu Jiumo can do now is to pray for those girls. Who is Mu Xiaoying? A black belt in taekwondo, he also studied jiu-jitsu, karate, and aikido...... Anyway, if you don't want to be beaten, don't mess with her.

"Smack!" Mu Xiaoying slammed her schoolbag on the table, "If you don't want to be beaten, leave quickly." “

The girls who were originally surrounding Nan Qianchen suddenly dispersed, and one of the girls muttered as she walked, "Isn't it just that the fight is bad, rude......"

Zhu Jiumo recognized that the girl was the little A of Shen Liming's two little followers, Mu Xiaoying clenched her fists, obviously, she was very angry. Zhu Jiumo hurriedly comforted her, "Xiao Ying, forget it." “

"Jiumo, good morning." The young man said hello to Zhu Jiumo with a smile, Zhu Jiumo rolled his eyes, ignored him, and sat directly on the chair.

"Why don't you ignore me?" The young man was coquettish to Zhu Jiumo, and the corners of Zhu Jiumo's mouth twitched a few times, "Nan Qianchen, it's okay if I'm wrong, don't you have this expression." “

The boy smiled slightly, his amber eyes did not contain any impurities, and the smile of the brother next door was intoxicating. But Zhu Jiumo was reminiscing about the strange dream she had at night at this time, she tilted her head, supported her chin with one hand, and patted the table rhythmically with the other, because she couldn't figure out that strange dream, she was a little angry, and her mouth was unconsciously pursed.

"Jiu Mo, what do you want?" Nan Qianchen patted Zhu Jiumo, Zhu Jiumo came back to his senses and looked at Nan Qianchen with a confused expression. Nan Qianchen couldn't help but chuckle, "What were you thinking just now?" “

"A dream."

Nan Qianchen leaned over curiously, "What dream?"

Zhu Jiumo felt that Nan Qianchen was usually very smart, maybe he could help him unravel the meaning of this dream. She thought that she couldn't say clearly, so she simply took out the painting book from her schoolbag, flipped to the newly painted one and handed it to Nan Qianchen. "That's it."

Nan Qianchen smiled and finished the sketchbook, and sat in a comfortable position. He glanced at the contents of the painting, and instantly put away his smile, his face heavy. The longer he looked at the painting, the tighter his brow became.

Oh no, the man looks like he's already done it. In this case, his own plan must also be implemented in advance.

"How's it going, do you see anything?" Seeing that Nan Qianchen didn't speak for a long time, Zhu Jiumo was a little anxious. Nan Qianchen saw a hairy head come over, he didn't have to think about it to know who it was, he habitually reached out and rubbed Zhu Jiumo's hair, "Jiumo, this may be your past life." “

"What? You're saying it again. Zhu Jiumo tugged at his ears and looked at Nan Qianchen with an incredulous expression, "I didn't hear clearly." “

In fact, she heard it clearly, but she didn't want to believe it.

"I said," The warm breath sprayed on the girl's neck, itchy, and Zhu Jiumo's face turned very red. "That girl is likely to be your past life."

"What are you two doing?" Mu Xiaoying saw that the two were very close, and quietly reminded, "The head teacher is at the door." “

When Zhu Jiumo heard this, she hurriedly turned her head to look out of the door, the front door was not closed, and she saw a familiar figure standing at the door, talking to another person.

"Brother Xiaoying, thank you for saving your life." Zhu Jiumo's stool leaned back, his hands clenched into fists. "Then dare to ask the little girl how she wants to reciprocate?" Mu Xiaoying raised her eyebrows and replied pretending to be serious. "Otherwise, the little girl will ...... by herself" "Then forget it, no thanks." When Mu Xiaoying heard this, she immediately panicked, and hurriedly rejected Zhu Jiumo's "kindness". The two were rarely quiet for a while, but soon the two showed their true colors, and Zhu Jiumo fell on the table and laughed quietly.

Nan Qianchen on the side quietly looked at Zhu Jiumo, who was laughing with Mu Xiaoying, with ethereal eyes. Although he was looking at Zhu Jiumo, his heart was on another person.

Amer, he's coming. You said in your previous life that if I had met you first, maybe the ending would have been different. In this life, I met you before him, so will you choose me?

(Don't blame the same name, thank you)