The soft light is accompanied by the hot porridge, which should be a warm picture.

The slight warmth on the table contains the past and present of the sweet silk. There weren't many diners today, and he sat back at the nearest two-person booth at the door, every time.

Because, she said, this is the position where she can witness the kitten in the opposite store through the glass window.

"Brother, you don't eat?"

The boy looked up and stared at the white face, the innocent eyes.

Genji porridge shop, a couple of men and women, a bowl of chicken porridge, a cup of soy milk.

"You stupid girl." He frowned, "Eat it while it's hot." ”

She let out a mischievous "oh", picked up the soup and blew on the hot porridge, with only a happy color on her face.

The girl wore a long ponytail with a brown tail resting on her chest. Pale eyebrows, contrasted with round brown eyes, white nose and pink lips that are always smiling, and a bulging face......

She's really beautiful and lovable, isn't she?

"Brother, why don't you eat every time you come?" The girl took a sip of hot porridge and stared at the boy with watery eyes.

"I don't like porridge," the boy picked up the pen and turned it, "I only drink soy milk." ”

"Then give me half of it." Without waiting for him to respond, the girl had already brought out a straw from the side, stuffed it into a yellow-white glass and sipped it.

He smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" The girl's eyes widened, and her face flushed and she pressed her hand to the boy's lips, "Don't laugh, don't laugh!" ”

He couldn't stop laughing, and behind the smile was the emotion he was trying to stop.

This 17-year-old girl is called China.

Bai Ya knew that it was the most beautiful name he had ever heard.

When the boy was 12 years old, his father died of a serious illness, and his mother could not afford to raise two children independently in Moscow, so he took Shiraya and Qianna back to the familiar Bay Area to live. The boy lived in the Bay Area with his mother and China for six years, and he quickly mastered Cantonese, but he didn't know how to write or speak.

It was only at the age of 18 that for some reason he was forced to leave the two. After three years of running away, her mother unfortunately died, and China, who was still in middle school, lacked care, so Bai Ya came back from out of town to take care of her sister.

He also thought that the future would be a sweet rhyme.

Perhaps, beautiful things hide some poignancy.

Qianna's lips were stained with white porridge, but she smiled, and her cute expression couldn't help it.

"The porridge here is delicious. Brother, let's come here more in the future—"

He couldn't help but suddenly grab the girl's white slippery hand.

Moist to the touch.

Qianna was speechless because of excessive shock.

Hakuya was reluctant to turn his face away from China's lips, and the temperature seemed to soar a few degrees, and the world stopped turning.

"Brother...... How can you ......"

"I love you."

Shiraya's blurred gaze stared at the trembling China, her eyes throbbing and sad.

The world will never forgive him for the disobedience he has caused.

Suddenly, the soup in the girl's hand fell into the chicken porridge, and she pressed her chest and wailed in pain.

"China!" Bai Ya became anxious, and his hands grasped her shoulders, but the people in the store seemed to be in another dimension, and they had no intention of helping at all, or they didn't notice the two of them at all.

"Ah......h

"China!" Hakuya burst into tears of astonishment as he watched his surroundings turn a gloomy gray, and the scene of Neki's porridge shop and China suddenly disappeared like a phantom.

Intense wheezing.

Bai Ya stammered and looked around, familiar places, unfamiliar atmospheres.

It seems to be Shandong Street. The dense high-rise buildings lined up neatly on both sides, and he knew how to recite the names of the shops, but other than that, he couldn't tell that it was a Bay Area street.

The cars on the street are hidden, and the two lanes of traffic are as clear as the runway of an airport. There were no pedestrians on the sidewalks, all the shops were closed, and the facades of the buildings on both sides were pale and faded. The whole street is like a lonely city after the apocalypse.

How could it be that you suddenly came to this strange place from Genji?

Hakuya knows. In this gray street, every time I take a breath, I also feel the gloom in the air.

At the end of the street, a dark figure stood and watched him.

Bai Zai hurriedly walked towards the shadow, the two were dozens of meters apart, and they were the only ones on the street. Bai Ya walked all the way, thinking all the way, where did China go......

The two were ten meters apart, and the pistol pulled out from the black vest had been aimed at the strange black shadow, ready to end his life at any time.

"You want to kill me?"

The man didn't pull out any weapons, just stood like a stone statue in the middle of the road, staring at Bai Ya with a gun. He showed a row of dirty fangs, and the corners of his mouth cracked slightly. Bai Zai was only stunned, just because it was absolutely contrary to common sense.

The man's silhouette, figure, and clothing were exactly the same as his own, except that his complexion was gray, his teeth were sharp, and his eyes were very small.

It's like, a nightmare in your own heart.

"Who are you?" The mixed-race man stared indifferently at the weird man who looked like himself in front of him, and pulled the trigger at any time.

"Me?" The man tilted his head, "I'm you." ”

Inexplicable fear came from all directions, and Shirakuya's limbs seemed to be pricked by a thousand needles, and the heart-rending pain caused him to fall to the ground, convulsing his body.

"I'm you." The man's strange smile and strange complexion made him feel like he was haunted by a devil.

"You're not!" Hakuya collapsed and rolled on the ground, his head blank as if it was about to tear - except for the overflowing guilt.

"I'm you, you're me." The gray-blond-haired stranger walked up to him and stuck out his tongue, "Rightly speaking, I was born of your sin—"

Bai Ya pressed the bloody blur of his left leg, and the pistol fell to the ground, roaring miserably.

Obviously, the silence bullet accurately hit the monster's left leg, and his left foot was inexplicably injured.

"You don't have to try to kill me." The blonde monster's left leg had a hole pierced, but its numb face didn't look like it had suffered any pain, "I am you, and if you kill me, you will kill yourself." ”

Bai Ya struggled, and the gray ground was stained with blood spilling from the wound.

"Because of you I was born, I am the sin of your heart." Filthy saliva drips from the tip of the monster's tongue.

"I won't ......" Hakuya hugged his left leg tightly, his brows furrowed.

"You can't accept me?" The monster smiled madly, "Because of your deformed values, sin will arise and I will exist." ”

Bai Ya knew exactly what he was talking about, but he didn't accept the poignant reality.

"Incestuous mongrel, unforgivable sin, hee-hee."

"It's not!" Bai Ya held his head in his hands, and his tears couldn't soar more.

The monster was still staring at him, "You killed him, so I exist, hehe." ”

At this time, Bai Ya noticed the blood on the ground. Shocking blood spread from the alley in front of him to his feet. At the moment, Bai Ya was already in tears.

"China!"

He stood up with a heartfelt heart, endured the pain in his left leg, and ran to the dark back alley......

That picture, for the boy, was a hellish scene that he never wanted to see for the rest of his life.

He hugged China, who was spitting blood, in his arms, and tears rained down.

"China! A Thousand ......" The tearful man stared at his sister, whose eyes were closed, and her mouth was filled with bullet holes through her neck and gushing blood. If it weren't for the brutal stuffing of the firearm into the mouth of the assailant, it would not have been possible to inflict such trauma.

Moreover, it is bound to be fatal.

"Wake up...... Wake up quickly......" Bai Zai burst into tears, just like the rain that has accumulated for thousands of years, and it can't be supported after all.

No...... No......

China is dead.

"You killed him." The blonde weirdo stepped closer to Hakuya, "Perverted brother." ”

"I don't have ......"

"If you weren't in love with him, you wouldn't have to go back to the Bay Area to live with him, and if he wasn't by your side, he wouldn't have been a target for killing."

"It's not ......" Hakuya fell to the ground, curled up, and convulsed like a madman.

"It's you! You know very well who ordered him to be killed, and you know the purpose of killing him, because! For! You! ”

"It's not! No! Bai Ya broke down and cried bitterly, like a poor kitten who had been beaten, scratching the floor with both hands, and his hands were full of scars.

"It's you! It's you! It was you who killed your most beloved China! Your sins will not be forgiven! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

"Not ......"

Bai Ya knew that he was the one who killed China.

The murderer wants to make him lose everything. And he lost everything.

The pale world faded, and the surroundings returned to their inherent blackness.

"I unconsciously look for you tonight, and I can't discard the letter full of memories......"

The alarm clock ringtone of the mobile phone plays the love of Fir Bomaster.

The boy who returned to reality was sweating profusely and his cheeks were covered with tears.

The electronic clock at the head of the bed reads: "02:39".

"It's not ......me," the boy cried bitterly, holding his head.

The boy didn't kiss China at all in Neji, and he didn't hold her little hand at all. He had never met the strange "self", nor had he been to the gray streets.

This mental problem has been going on for months, and it has been exacerbated a lot since the tragedy of China, and now it will recur even in dreams......