Author: Miao Sister

Lead:

The essence of creation: the author is always humble in front of the protagonist, and the author will never be able to reach the imagination and ability of the protagonist. For the sake of the customer and powerlessness is the main, to implement and admit their own powerlessness in order to become a large set in one. (Miao sister thinks about philosophy)

One: Fairy

Lin Daiyu waved her hands and sprinted forward at a distance of 50,000 meters per second, and bumped into a cute bird. The bird's watery eyes were smashed before he could see Lin Daiyu, Lin Daiyu thought about the bowl of Hu spicy soup he drank last night, and now there seemed to be a lot left Wen Hu turned back to the kitchen and drank the Hu spicy soup.

The two men used machine guns to shoot Lin Daiyu indiscriminately, and between Lin Daiyu dodged left and right in the rain of bullets, quickly turning into a small and delicate ant shuttling back and forth among the bullets. Lin Daiyu's feet caught fire and shot at the two men like missiles, and the men's faces were densely burned into a lot of holes.

Lin Daiyu held tofu in her right hand and a machine gun in her left hand, and beat the man into the lake at the door of her house with a snap, only to see the man fall into the lake and swim away along the current.

There were many holes in the man's face, and droplets of water flowed up the holes, like fountains, slowly emerging from the holes.

Lin Daiyu came to the steamed bun shop she often came to affectionately, the boss greeted Lin Daiyu with a smile, and ate two steaming steamed buns as always, Lin Daiyu put away her canvas bag and walked out of the house after eating the buns.

Densely packed and neat people lined up one after another, and they sailed into the distance. Going faster and faster, going faster and faster, fast like a flag blown by the wind on a huge wave. Although the speed is fast, the team is neat and extremely tight. Lin Daiyu smiled and also entered the ranks of this banner, and rushed forward with everyone one by one, only to see a smiling king in front of him dancing an Indian dance, and the hundreds of thousands of troops also danced an Indian dance together. I saw that their hands were turned to the left, their waists and hips were twisted to the left, their arms were turned to the right, their waists were swung to the right, and tens of thousands of troops danced at the same time. It was raining heavily in the sky. The rain hit their hair, eyes, and cheeks, and the writhing posture did not stop.

Lin Daiyu turned into a puppy, looking for his long-lost true love in this crowd, and finally he smelled a male soldier. I kept smelling along his feet, and it was actually a beautiful woman, with a beautiful face, and she was unparalleled in the world.

Lin Daiyu took the woman's hand with her mouth and went to the bathhouse to change her clothes, the hem of the fairy skirt, the breeze swaying, the fairy.

Two: Time Murderer

Time flowed forward like a madman, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his eyes were big black and white. Time doesn't give everyone much of a clear account of what will happen in the future, but it can continue to blow forward.

At this moment, Lin Daiyu's right hand is holding his favorite American morning coffee, and the girls outside the window in the distance are also dancing and swaying back and forth on the street like crazy people, they are wearing short red skirts and crystal high heels.

The girl is the girl Lin Daiyu liked very much at the beginning, but now he has no feelings for her, looking at the way they dance, Lin Daiyu smiled slightly, feeling that they are like dead people, it is better to lie down.

After drinking the last cup of coffee, Lin Daiyu entered a skyscraper and went to his own class.

What others think has nothing to do with Lin Daiyu, because he just wants to do what he wants to do. He only thinks about his own affairs. On the desk are several photographs of a 17-year-old dead girl, wearing white socks and sitting strangely next to a bed, apparently killed by a man who hit her head with a pistol. But before that, they also did what men and women should have done but didn't seem to be supposed to happen, because the autopsy results reported that there was something in the girl's body.

Lin Daiyu smiled slightly, thinking about it, is love in this world so difficult to get? Since they have all entered a room, why should the boy do such an unpredictable hand on such a gentle body, Lin Daiyu sat on his chair and flew out from his windowsill, and it became a flying criminal policeman.

When he arrived, he evacuated everyone and walked into the dark, cold, damp room.

In this way, the girl was carried on her back, and in full view of everyone, Lin Daiyu carried the corpse to a hillside full of chrysanthemums. He cut the soil two feet high, threw the girl into it, and buried the soil in the pit with one palm.

Lin Daiyu erected a tombstone. The tombstone reads Azhu's Tomb. In fact, isn't that lost love the dead Azhu? Isn't that dead love a wild chrysanthemum on the mountain? I originally liked to bury flowers, but today I buried a fairy who loved her until death.

This girl is indeed the first love who ran on the beach with Lin Dai more than ten years ago. Lin Daiyu never imagined that her first love would be at such an unexpected hand today. After the funeral, the girl went to a jelly shop and sat down and ordered a plate of delicious jelly.

Time ran forward slowly like a madman, and when he met the girl, he suddenly stopped and grabbed her from the graveyard. Straightened his hair. Patted the dust off her body, reshaped her black hair, and combed her skirt clean.

I saw that the face of the first love was clearly standing in front of me. Lin Daiyu's trembling hands fell from her hands. He stepped forward and held the girl's face tightly with his own hands and kissed her.

This kiss coincides with dusk, as this kiss may never appear again. This affectionate kiss is what Lin Daiyu wants to do and is doing most at this moment, he took off his shoes, took off his socks, lay on the hillside, hugged the girl tightly, and the two of them rolled down from the top of the mountain.

The father-in-law of the sun also radiated the sun's rays indiscriminately, shining on the hot love, shining on the thorny roses, shining on their bloody chests and backs.

The hot blood stained the cold white chrysanthemum, and the two got the long-lost love.