"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey! Look at the road, look at the road! ”

In a car, a caller suddenly honked his horn and shouted loudly.

"I don't have long eyes! Nerve! ”

He stood in front of the sedan and slowly watched the black sedan leave.

All the manuscripts are gone.

In that dark and flying day.

All the stories about them, left his hands.

The young man named Gongxin didn't know how, and walked out onto the street, his empty hands, his penniless self, and his self moving forward.

How's that......

Why would you like to write such a story......

Forgot...... Forgot about it a long time ago......

It's not that I forgot to clean it...... It's just that what's left is so small.

"Hey! Bastard! Fuck off!! ”

In the other, the next white sedan, a woman in a red shirt also came over.

This may be the way it should be, because the car in front also scolded him, and the car behind naturally scolded him.

Because he didn't leave.

Until a traffic policeman whistled quickly and pulled him to the traffic light, no one could pull his mind back, whether it was education or fines.

Gongxin didn't seem to hear anything, so the traffic police put him aside.

When he got closer, the pedestrians stood to watch the man who didn't know what he was thinking, and then, with the simple traffic light ended, the crowd surged, and a new round of waiting was coming, and they didn't know who this person was, and no one even looked at him easily.

"I want to ...... You should know...... The Changyu Feng and Lin'er in your pen are not ...... ...... you think."

A woman, dressed in a black overcoat, stood in front of him.

He glanced at him with too bland eyes, and threw the side of his trench coat out with a very simple cross-waist movement.

"Lin'er has never been a stupid white sweet, and she is definitely not a person who only wears red clothes...... Pretty daughter-in-law ......"

Everyone seemed to be unable to see this woman.

In addition to the black trench coat, there is also the long white hair that is combed down like a sharp blade, and the smart and beautiful eyes.

She was beautiful and tall, tall enough to surpass the height of a man like Gong Xin.

Then, slowly, his eyes turned to the sun.

"They don't want you to tamper with their stories...... They love each other very much, believe me, Little Painter, you should ...... I don't want that...... Is that right? To lose this story is to ...... Lost your own ......"

Gongxin slowly stood in front of her, and finally glanced at her slowly.

She doesn't state her name, but based on her appearance, Gong Xin seems to understand her name and where it is.

"Little painter~ Sometimes, I also think...... Why are they still willing to make up their stories by you...... But once again, you seem to have let them down......"

The woman put her hand on Gongxin's shoulder, the traffic surged, and a new round of passers-by quickly intertwined in the whistle of the traffic police.

"And ...... I need to tell you something......"

"Little Painter ......"

Her voice was suddenly a little ambiguous, with a sigh, and with a never-before-seen [love].

"Congratulations...... Xinlin...... Dead ......"

Her sudden voice called out to his ears.

"Or ...... Where did it go? ”

Who......

Gong Xin......

Gong Xinlin......

Younger sister......

Gong Xinlin...... It's Kyoshin's younger sister......

My sister!

There was a sudden light in his eyes, and he suddenly looked at the traffic police, who frowned, startled, looked back, and shouted at him.

"Hey! Lad! There is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome! ”

The traffic police patted him on the shoulder, although the fine had not yet been received, the obviously desperate man seemed to have recovered a lot, at least he looked like a person.

"Don't think about it, just forget the fine...... All right...... There is no fine at all, you stand here for a while! Don't move! ”

The traffic policeman is tall, and his green police uniform is shining brightly in the sun.

Then, the red, yellow and green lights flashed one after another, the crowd surged, and he really watched the "lively people" - people who were incompatible with him slowly and randomly, as if there was no norm of behavior, leisurely, eager, and crazy.

Walk over, run over, gallop past, ride past......

Then there was a slow pause.

Because a new round of traffic lights has appeared.

"I want you to be able to ...... Got it...... Little Painter ......"

The woman, who knew her name, reappeared.

With the sound of wind and snow, with black, you can see the end of death at a glance......

Her eyes turned dry, half of her body turned into white bones of red snow, and her clothes slowly rotted, revealing her chest.

It was a blend of white bones and red snowy skin.

This is! Hatred!

"Little painter! You know...... You should ...... Know me ......"

"But I hate you......"

"I hate you, I have to grit my teeth."

The white cheeks slowly turned her blood-red lips scarlet.

This strange beauty should be too important in his life.

"I know, you're having a hard time right now......"

Her voice still echoed.

"I know...... You're having a hard time right now...... Little Painter ......"

"But please take it...... My ...... for you"

"Revenge ......"

Revenge!

Revenge!

Revenge!

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth! An eye for an eye!

Ancient rules.

She vanished.

She's been here,

She didn't never come to her.

At least she existed in his world.

Even now, he forgot about her, and she still existed.

Take it, me! For your revenge!

The words echoed in Gongxin's ears, but her voice was obviously much more poignant, mixed with anger.

But she obviously regretted it......

Apparently so much joy turned into silence...... The disappointment of losing joy......

Disappointing ...... Hate called love.

So calm, it reached his ears.

"Hey, lad! What the hell is wrong with you? ”

The traffic policeman stood in front of Gongxin, put his hands behind his back, and slowly laughed in the voice of an old friend: "Friend, in fact, I can understand...... There are still ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties in learning scriptures from the west, and there is no hurdle that cannot be passed, it is really ......"

In the world of traffic lights, there may be many pauses, and they are not always unstoppable......

After a pause, the traffic police comrade, who was afraid of what Gong Xin would do, slowly enlightened.

"Whatever happens, look forward! You know?! ”

The traffic police saw the traffic light flashing rapidly, and blew his extremely loud whistle again.

By the time he finished whistling and turned his head, the young man who was standing had already disappeared.

The red light paused for a long time, and the eyes of the traffic police stayed for a long time. In the sea of people walking through, the young man who stood still seemed to have really disappeared.

He......

I returned to my own place.

That's all.