This time, the points didn't disappear again.

Jiang Yun couldn't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief, and slowly pushed the cabinet on the second floor in.

When the cabinet is closed, it is instantaneous.

Strands of memories were directly in Jiang Yun's mind...... Exploded.

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"Huh? JUOP is really beautiful, and the singing is so good, when will I be able to stand on such a big stage like my idol JUOP and sing my own songs? In a simple small room, a girl with a ponytail is sitting in front of the TV, her hands on her cheeks, her eyes shining at the shining idol on the TV, her eyes are full of longing and envy.

"This girl looks like Miss He, but she is ...... age A little smaller? In the corner, Jiang Yun looked at the girl not far away, muttered in a low voice, and then turned his gaze to the surrounding environment, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "I am, in Miss He's ...... Remember? ”

"Good, try! Step up your game! Let's work hard today! Just when Jiang Yun was still in doubt, at this time, the songs in the TV show had already ended, and He Qian, who was originally sitting on the ground, suddenly stood up, and then shouted at the JUOP sticker on the wall: "Idol, I will succeed!" He Qian, you will definitely succeed! ”

“......。” Looking at the shameful scene of Miss He's middle two, Jiang Yun couldn't bear to look at it directly: "I didn't expect that Miss He, who has always been quiet in my memory, also had such a time in middle school?" ”

Just when He Qian just shouted out her ambition, in the next room, a man's irritable roar suddenly sounded: "It's noisy, it's so noisy every night, and you can't let people sleep well!" ”

"Ahh Hearing the dissatisfied complaints of her neighbors, He Qian let out an exclamation, and hurriedly apologized to the next room: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't be next time, never again." ”

Jiang Yun glanced at the wall clock hanging in the room, and the time on it pointed to twelve o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Yun smiled bitterly slightly: "It's so late and making such a loud noise, no wonder Miss He's neighbor is so short-tempered." ”

After hearing the complaint of the uncle next door slowly disappearing, He Qian stuck out her tongue at the sticker of the idol on the wall, and then, cautiously, walked to a desk in front of the windowsill, holding a pencil, as if writing something on the table.

"It's so late and you don't sleep, what is Miss He doing?" Looking at Miss He, who was lowering her head and working the desk, a trace of doubt flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes, and then walked over.

He Qian bit the tail of the pencil, stared at the white paper in front of her with two eyes, and muttered in her mouth: "No, this note is not right, what is wrong?" ”

"Just kidding, this thing...... Is it a note? Hearing Miss He's murmuring, Jiang Yun glanced at the "graffiti" on the paper, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

No matter how Jiang Yun diverged his thinking, he couldn't associate these "ghost drawing notes" on the paper with the tall notes.

"But, Miss He, is this composing?" A trace of doubt flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes, and his gaze moved from the paper to Miss He's face.

I saw that Miss He was looking up blankly, looking at the twinkling stars outside the window with a pair of beautiful eyes, and her face was slowly overflowing with a happy smile.

Looking at the sincere smile on Miss He's face, Jiang Yun couldn't help but show a smile on his face: "It seems that Miss He is very ...... Happy. ”

At this time, Jiang Yun couldn't imagine what happened to the lovely girl in front of him afterwards, and then turned into a terrifying ...... after death Evil spirits.

Immediately after, the screen flashed.

A hair-draped figure hunched low on the desk in front of the windowsill, seemingly scribbling on something.

"It's ...... Another memory? Looking at He Qian's different hairstyle and the pile of waste paper on her side that was shoulder-high with her, Jiang Yun deduced that the memory in front of him should be another time period, and between the two memories, it should be a long time.

Jiang Yun glanced at the wall clock in the room, and it was already more than one o'clock in the morning.

"At this point, Miss He is still creating?" When Jiang Yun was about to walk towards Miss He, there was a sudden sound in front of the desk, and He Qian laughed excitedly: "It's done, haha, my song is finally finished!" ”

"Miss He's song, has it already been made?" A trace of curiosity flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes, and his eyes fell on Miss He, who was standing in front of the window and smirking with a blank piece of paper.

At this moment, the bright moonlight spilled in from the window, shining on Miss He's body, and at this moment, Jiang Yun seemed to see that Miss He's body was exuding dazzling light.

"Bang!"

In the next room, the sound of wine bottles hitting the floor suddenly sounded.

Hearing the sound from the neighbor's room, He Qian's face changed, and she subconsciously hugged the paper in her hand tightly in her arms, and then apologized to the wall next to her with a sincere face: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." ”

I don't know how long it took, but after finally calming down the neighbor's imminent outburst, He Qian wiped the cold sweat oozing from her forehead.

Looking at the work in her arms, which had cost her countless efforts, He Qian's eyes showed a thoughtful look: "Now, there is only one song title missing, what should I choose?" Eternal love, or heart? ”

At this moment, He Qian inadvertently glanced at a model in the room, and said excitedly: "Seagull! Seagulls flying at the sea level, yes, this song is called a seagull! When talking about the excitement, He Qian held the song in her hand and happily circled around the room.

"Seagulls? Miss He's name is good. Looking at the excited Miss He, Jiang Yun nodded subconsciously, and suddenly, the news from a certain report flashed in his mind, and Jiang Yun's face changed suddenly: "Wait, this name." ”

Jiang Yun raised his head suddenly, and looked not far away in shock, gradually falling into darkness as the moonlight slowly faded...... Miss Ho.

"I remember, tomorrow JUOP will come to us for a concert, well, tomorrow I will take "The Seagull" to meet my idol, maybe the idol will give me some advice? Ah, how happy. Half of her body fell into darkness, and He Qian looked at the "Seagull" in her hand, her eyes were filled with hope.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun had already realized what would happen next.

Jiang Yun immediately rushed in the direction of Miss He in front of the window, and kept shouting: "Don't! Miss He, don't take the song over! ”

Just halfway through Jiang Yun's rush, the vision in front of him gradually became blurred, and Jiang Yun could only watch the girl with hope and longing in her eyes gradually being ...... Engulf.

"A thief who plagiarizes someone's work!"

"That's it, this woman is really shameless!"

"Get out!"

"As the guardian of my JUOP, I will definitely protect my JUOP and will never let a shameful thief like you defile my JUOP!"

......

Under the insults of everyone, a young girl held her ears with her hands and looked at the approaching crowd around her, her eyes showing a deep sense of horror.

In the crowd, the eyes with anger and hatred were like sharp blades, piercing her heart one by one, piercing her blood...... Dripping wet.

"No, that's not the case, I wrote "The Seagull", and "The Seagull" really wrote it." In the face of these unwarranted curses and accusations, He Qianqiang held back the tears in her eyes and was still trying to explain to everyone.

"Cheap... Person! Shameless! At this moment, a signature pen smashed squarely on He Qian's head, making He Qian can't help but let out a cry of pain.

When He Qian raised her head, she happened to see that a girl opposite her was glaring at her with a resentful face, and her body seemed to be shining with some kind of "justice" light.

"It's just, it's shameless!"

"Hit her! Kill this thief! ”

......

After the pens and notebooks were thrown by the angry crowd, He Qian had to carefully curl up her body into a ball, trying to reduce the probability of being smashed.

Seeing this scene in front of him, I don't know when, Jiang Yun's face was already flushed, and he felt that his lungs were about to be blown up at this moment.

"How can you hit someone!" Jiang Yun yelled at this group of people who didn't know the truth and stood on the moral high ground, and then quickly rushed in front of Miss He, wanting to use her body to block these incoming injuries with Miss He!

But when Jiang Yun watched the things pass through his body, Jiang Yun suddenly realized that the scene that happened in front of him had already happened, and no matter what he did, he couldn't change a piece of history that he had experienced.

Even though he was aware of this, Jiang Yun couldn't help but shout loudly at the people standing "under the light of justice" in front of him: "Stop! Stop! Miss Ho is wronged! She was really wronged! ”

And in the vicious cursing of everyone, Jiang Yun suddenly heard the small ...... behind him Sobbing.

That's it, Miss Ho is in ...... Weep.

......

The screen flashed.

"Bang!"

"Phew! Shameless thief! ”

With an ugly insulting sound, a brick was smashed in from the window, and looking at the glass shards in front of the window, Jiang Yun couldn't help but clench his hands.

After already understanding that he couldn't do anything at this time, Jiang Yunqiang held back the anger in his heart, and his eyes began to look for Miss He's figure.

Finally, in a corner of the room, Jiang Yun looked at Miss He, who was holding her hands on her chest, curling her legs, and her whole person was almost shrunk into a ball.

“...... Miss Ho. Looking at the lady in front of him, with her hair scattered, her eyes glazed, and there was no light in her eyes, Jiang Yun's heart was suffocated, as if her heart was clenched by an invisible hand.

"The Seagull was obviously written by me, why did it become like this, I'm not a liar, I'm really not a liar." Miss He looked at the one in front of her blankly, and kept muttering: "Really, it was really written by me, why, everyone doesn't believe me." ”

Looking at Miss He's heartbroken look, Jiang Yun pursed his lips, and then walked in the direction of Miss He.

When approaching Miss He, Jiang Yun kept comforting Miss He: "Miss He, I believe in you, I know that "The Seagull" was really written by you, you can't be like this, the more you are like this, the happier the real thief will be, so you have to cheer up, only in this way can you find justice for yourself, so that the shameful thief can get the punishment he deserves." ”

As if hearing Jiang Yun's encouragement, He Qian slowly got up from the ground.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, He Qian smiled miserably on her face, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not fair, all this is really too ...... It's not fair. ”

As she spoke, Miss He took out a rope from a drawer on one side and walked towards the fan in the middle of the living room.

"Don't ...... Don't! Looking at the desperate look on Miss He's face, Jiang Yun suddenly realized what Miss He planned to do next, so Jiang Yun began to yell loudly into Miss He's ear over and over again, and even planned to use force to suppress Miss He, but no matter how many times Jiang Yun tried to push Miss He away, in the end, he could only watch his illusory arms pass through Miss He's body over and over again.

A few minutes later.

"Smack"

As the sound of the wooden chair being kicked down, Jiang Yun in the center of the living room looked straight at the corpse hanging under the fan with wide eyes, as if he was dead.

Jiang Yun felt that two lines of tears had been shed in his eyes.

Soon, the sunset outside the window completely sets, and the picture in front of me is completely in a ...... Dark.

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