May the young people of China get rid of the cold air, just go up, do not have to listen to the words of the self-abandoning people, can do things, can make a voice, there is a point of heat, a point of light, it will make a firefly, can also shine a little light in the dark, do not have to wait for the torch, if there is no torch after that, I am the only light. ——Lu Xun "Hot Wind, Impressions Forty-one"

This sentence has been written in An Quan's notebook.

It was discovered by Xiao Yukui when An Quan was shining in Xiao Yukui's life.

"There is no voice in his complaint." The three girls said.

"Oh, we're all grown up, so why care about the past? There is no shortage of whispers in troubled times. ”

"yes." Xiao Yukui smiled like a child.

I graduated.

He.

I met him in my best youth.

It was as if he never existed, and it was as if he had never disappeared.

Soul.

She seems to be spinning without her on earth.

"Let me be quiet with you."

Watching the people coming and going on the street, they were in a hurry.

His face is no longer childish.

But when I cried, there was still no sound.

Narcissism.

The darkness of this world is more than that.

I don't know.

Isn't it a kind of numbness to take off the childishness on your face?

"Rose Boy"

Xiao Yukui has this song in his playlist.

"From ...... Childhood...... I'm a problem girl, I've been trying to grow up, but unfortunately I haven't grown up and can't do it. I felt like I was a dream, and I kept living in it, immersed in it. As if this way you won't be bullied, you won't be blinded by the world. ”

"Do you have any distress?"

"Yes. My mom. ”

"I didn't. No one will sympathize with me in hell, hell is penance, but I have been practicing for a thousand years. ”

"Lucifer?"

"Call me, Ahn Kwon."

The familiar voice made me look back.

Ahn Kwon wore a shirt with long sleeves that were as bright red as blood, and his pants were as deep as the night. The color of the eyes is black and white, and there are obvious lower three whites. The eyes no longer have the affinity and childishness of the first meeting. He also grew a mustache. His leather shoes were shiny, and he stepped on the ground covered in broken glass. He held a red camellia in his hand.

"I'm back. Sunflower. ”

"I don't know if I'm going to fall this time, for you."

I held back my tears and said maturely, "It's good for you to come back." ”

"Is it a matter of fact?"

"No, give people roses, and leave a lingering fragrance in your hands." I continue to mature.

ripe

Ripe.

Ripe?

"Through the ages."

"Hahahahahaha

He stepped on the glass, making a crunching sound.

I still remember that it was 2014, and I saw the notes written on his notebook in his notebook, and his words were very beautiful, like a blooming rose.

During the lunch break, I stared at his face and couldn't help but look at it twice. But I'm just a small person. Because he often goes crazy intermittently for a certain period of time, he was branded a madman and endlessly isolated when he was in junior high school. If there was a demon I met in junior high school, he was an angel.

I started to have a phobia in junior high school. Meet one person after another, men. I'm scared, this could be my retribution.

Although there was isolation in high school, it was much better.

Because there is an opportunity.

My mom used to say that if I study hard, I will be successful.

Well, I'm not going to talk about it.

Now, the closer he gets to me, the more my heart beats.

Because, it seems a little wrong.

His shirt was made of blood.

Pants, one by one, locusts.

Grasshoppers, they suck blood.

His face was very bad, and he forced a little expression.

Crying.

What is the expression on my face now, laughing and crying.

"Angelica."

Angelica raised a hand, holding a gun in her hand.

I see what that means.

"Hello, my name is Xiao Yukui. Nice to meet you, Ahn Kwon. ”

"So, An Quan, are you going to kill me?"

"I'm sorry, Brother An Quan also wants to live."

Do I have to sell my soul to Satan to help you?

The air was as silent as death. (It's not.) ）

I looked at Ahn Kwon and said, "Okay, I'll sell it to him." ”

"I love you. Security rights. ”

Can I hold you, angel?

I walked over and walked past him.

So he walked straight away.

"Angelica."

"Understood."

"Bang!"

Goodbye, Lucifer, goodbye Ahn, goodbye my love.

This time, I'm going to crush Lucifer.

Hehehehe.

This time, it's up to them to crush Lucifer.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

It's too simple, little girl.

He's not a rose boy, he's An Quan.

Angels are so perfect that they don't have a body.

People's hearts are made of meat, and Anquan is people.

Doctor, I don't want to talk anymore, it's time to take medicine, me.