"You slut, talk about it quickly!" Long Xiaotian kicked hard like the wind.

"Sell it again and kill you!" Everyone was dissatisfied.

Rufeng took a sip of water, and then continued: "It was a woman, an ordinary woman, she was wearing a white dress, carrying a tin and copper pot, walking alone in the crowd, her eyes were sharp, and there were a few strange lights in her eyes. ”

The woman carried a teapot and walked and walked and walked, through the crowd, through the streets, through the smoke of the city's past.

No one knew why she was carrying a teapot, and no one knew what was in her teapot. Is it tea? Or water? Or is it nothing loaded and empty? If the girl was just carrying an ordinary teapot, the point was that she was indeed carrying a strange teapot at the moment, just like an old-world thing.

The girl walked in the world with a teapot, as if she had been in a world for many years.

As the girl walked down the street, no one in the street looked at her seriously, some with disdain, some with a different eye, and soon they looked away, and were no longer interested in inquiring, nor did they intend to snoop.

This is probably just a girl with some nervous problems, after all, there are too many crazy people nowadays, there are really too many, and you can meet one by surprise. Everyone thinks so, and everyone may be used to it.

So this woman walks alone in this bustling city, like a bizarre scenery.

It's like a beast in the sea.

The ordinary girl, an ordinary girl, who was clearly a little cold, walked and walked straight to the roof of a building.

It doesn't matter which building it is, these buildings all look the same anyway, standing in groups on the concrete floor. No breath, no heartbeat, not even color.

There was wind on the rooftop, and the wind was blowing wantonly and gently.

The wind blew the girl's hair, and the girl had a black and shiny green hair.

Reaching the rooftop, the girl continued to move a few more steps, and now she came to the side of the edge of the rooftop, and then she bent down and lowered her head, looking down. It's a 42-storey building, and when you look down, the scenery is thrilling, although there is no view. Some are just human heads, and I saw that the people below were crowded, densely packed like crawling ants.

The girl poured the pot in her hand over, the spout of the pot facing the rooftop, and then spilled a liquid from the spout, a thick, bright red liquid, which drifted in the wind and finally poured on the heads, faces, and clothes of the world.

Suddenly, some people screamed, some people ran away in a hurry, and some people looked up at their faces and looked up. The crowd was suddenly chaotic, like a pot of porridge, like ants on a hot pot.

Fear. Repel. Alarmed.

The people dispersed non-stop, and the street market, which had been bustling with activity, suddenly became empty. Only a few people remained, holding stubbornness that was not afraid of death, with serious curiosity, and then their heads looked upward.

A woman. A woman.

It turned out that the boiling liquid was poured by the woman above, because she was still holding the pot in her hand and still maintaining the pouring posture. Although they couldn't see her expression, it seemed that she was a crazy woman! Eighty percent of the blood-red liquid is chicken blood, or dog blood. Or...... Be...... ...... human blood?

Who knows?

Anyway, what the hell is that woman doing? She was standing there high, what did she want to do?

Never ...... Do you want to jump off a building?!

It's probably very likely, after all, it's not uncommon in this city. It's something that happens every once in a while. After all, the world is difficult, after all, everyone has a hurdle that they can't overcome.

"The liquid in the pot is almost empty. The girl's hand let go, and the tin-copper-colored antique pot began to fall freely, smashing to the ground, breaking apart and shattering into slag. Everything seems like the beginning and end of a silent movie. ”

At this point in the story, the wind stopped.

Everyone was completely immersed in Fang Cai's story, and their faces were cloudy and uncertain, and they were blank for a long time.

It wasn't until Rufeng picked up the mineral water and drank a big sip that everyone began to beg him to continue.

"What the hell is going on? And then what? Don't you tell me this story is over?! Ning Yuan asked very unwillingly.

Rufeng, like his character, continues to sell Guanzi.

"It's not over, that's it, the story comes to an abrupt end, that's it. You guys really watched too many Oba dramas, and you have to ask for an ending for everything, isn't this the ending? Wouldn't it be nice to have an open-ended ending, let your imagination and let your mind fly. ”

"Let go of your uncle, my brother Jie is an elm head, you can clearly and clearly give me a refreshing feeling, otherwise I will not be finished with you." Lao Tzu hated people the most in his life, and stopped halfway through telling me. Today, you have to give me a round game. ”

"Hey." Rufeng sighed lightly and said slyly, "I really can't help you, what ending do you want for such a gloomy story, the ending is actually something you can imagine." ”

But Xiao Fan echoed at this time: "This is indeed a sad story, it's really a bit of a person,"

But Rufeng continued to speak.

The woman let go of the jug, and as if drunk, she staggered around in circles, and then she staggered forward.

Jump down!

In the last second, there was a clear smile on her face, a grotesque and evil smile, a meaningless smile, a chilling smile.

It is said that man is an animal that longs to fly, and it is said that many people dreamed of flying when they were young.

So there is the myth of Chang'e running to the moon, and finally there is an airplane.

Probably people have coveted this kind of nothingness, the body is as light as a swallow, as if it is empty, without any restraint, without any gravity, just like people are greedy for birds.

However, man is unconscious in the void, especially when he gives up everything and jumps into it.

At least, the face of the woman who fell in mid-air was asleep, and everything was so peaceful and peaceful.

Poof!

Shattered to the ground, consciousness and bones.

Slowly swam red.

The woman suddenly sprang out of the tub and then exhaled heavily, and the tub was filled with water with bright rose petals.

It turned out that it was just a dream, and it turned out that she fell asleep in the bathtub.

Outside the window, there was a faint sound of heavy excavators piercing, and it was 5:13 p.m., an hour and a half before the date time.

"Today, it's really going to be over."

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