The bluestone pavement, the crowd passes, the comers are bustling, and the people are crowded.

From the street to the end of the street, the whole length was only a mile, and a girl in a delicate red dress cried three times.

For the first time, it was a warm breeze sent by the warm spring sun. Such a warm wind made her heart feel cold to the bone.

The second time, when passing by a butcher's shop, the butcher suddenly shouted for the sale, and the sound made her like a frightened fawn, screaming and squatting, holding her knees and crying bitterly.

The third time, it was she who walked down the street, looked back, and felt that no one cared, standing in place, and bursting into tears.

"The world is not worth it. After crying for a long time, she read softly.

She never looked up, and naturally she couldn't see it, and above the restaurant along the street, a person leaned against the window, quietly watching her all the way.

From the first time she cried in the wind, to the last time she isolated the crowd, everyone upstairs watched.

In front of her was a bustling street, and behind her, there was a white nothingness.

But she didn't seem to feel anything wrong, she cried for a long time, cried until she was tired, and finally turned around and walked into the white world.

As soon as he stepped out, the long street dissipated out of thin air, and the white nothingness in front of him turned into a room of ushering in.

This is her home.

She seemed to be standing in the doorway, but visitors came and went through her body, as if they couldn't see her or feel her.

The bearded man with the crown, her father, was busy in the crowd, bowing to this man and apologizing to the man.

The girl recognized this scene as the New Year's Festival not long ago. That day and today, everyone was lively, and she watched from behind the door.

After looking at it for a long time, looking at his father's busy figure, he began to cry again.

"Why don't you ...... with me"

"The bustle and joy are yours, and I have nothing. ”

Everyone sat down, and she took her seat too.

At this time, others seemed to be able to see her again, and began to talk warmly.

Asked her to get married, but there was a family.

Ask her about female redness, can she be brocade.

Ask her about poetry and books, ask her about piano and chess, and ask her about last year.

I also asked her if she was happy.

So in this happy atmosphere of spring, she was the only one who secretly cried.

"What do I do, what do I have to do with you?"

The dishes are placed on a variety of delicate and overwhelming dishes.

The girl picked up her chopsticks and took a piece of tender green pepper, but before she swallowed it, her eyes were hazy with tears.

"Why is the green pepper not spicy, why do you put sugar when you know that I like spicy, why do you go against me in everything, why everything doesn't go well, why?"

"It's all to blame on this world, it's not worth it. ”

After eating the green pepper with difficulty, the world in front of me changed again.

She didn't seem to be able to feel the changes, she was blind to the strange images, only the tears that couldn't stop flowing.

This time, it was the wind and moon by the lake, and the night was late. The spring breeze is like Yi, and I love the world.

The girl seemed to have just woken up, and after her teary eyes were hazy, she saw a handsome and almost demonic face.

This is a man who has been with her for half a year.

She couldn't remember how the two met, how they met, and how they fell in love.

But she clearly knew that this beautiful-looking man was her lover.

She leaned on his arms and slept peacefully in this rippling spring night. There was a good smell on the man's body, which she had never smelled anywhere else, and it should be the man's body odor. Such a taste always makes her obsessed and intoxicated.

I don't know how long she slept, but she woke up silently in tears.

The man spoke softly, hiding the tears from her face, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The girl said, "I dreamed that you left me." ”

The man smiled: "I have always been by your side, and I will not leave in the future." ”

The girl seemed to be coquettish, and seemed to be genuinely sad, cried and beat the man's shoulder, and screamed hysterically: "You just left me! You just don't want me! Big villain! Big liar!"

The thrashed little hand turned into a dagger at some point, but she continued to pierce as if she didn't know, from her shoulder to her chest.

The man still smiled gently, holding the girl with his other hand, crying and beating while the girl was buried in his arms, before he dared to show a painful and embarrassing expression on his face.

The girl's dagger was finally inserted in the man's chest, her face was covered with blood and tears, and she looked up at the man with an innocent and terrifying look.

The man didn't have time to hold back the pain, changed his expression, and was finally captured by the girl.

So the girl pulled out her dagger and stabbed wildly at the man's body, and said as she stabbed, "You dislike me, you never looked at me like this before, how gentle you used to be." ”

With each stab, blood splashed on her, dyeing her originally light goose yellow dress into red.

The man's eyes gradually became blank, and finally, they lost their vitality.

But there was still a gentle smile on his face, and he smiled miserably and painfully.

The girl left the man, facing the lake, sobbing lowly.

"Men are liars. He said that he would never leave me, why did he die so selfishly. ”

"When did I agree to your death?"

"It's all liars. ”

"The world is not worth it. ”

The surface of the lake is sparkling and the moonlight is rippling. The picture is like rippling on the surface of the water, hazy, turning into a mountain.

The girl in the red dress, in this spring season, on the hillside full of spring flowers, holds a wooden stick and dances with a sword in the wind.

Her dancing and swordsmanship, even though they are good, are just mediocre.

In addition to her, among the flowers not far away, there was another girl, in a blue and blue long robe, blowing Changxiao, looking at the sword dance of the girl in the red dress.

When it was time to dance in the song, the Qingbi girl clapped her palms and applauded.

But in such flattery, the red girl forcibly endured her red eyes and did not shed tears.

"Such a clumsy sword dance, what is there to praise. ”

"Women are hypocrisy. ”

She thought as she walked into the green girl.

"Since you think this sword dance is good, why don't you compete with me. ”

As he spoke, he held a wooden stick in his hand and tapped it on the Qingbi girl.

The girl sneered and dodged and begged for mercy: "Good sister, sister admits defeat, sister admits defeat." ”

The red girl snorted coldly in her heart, and inadvertently blurted out: "Bitch." ”

The wooden stick in his hand then exerted force, from a light point to a whip, and it hit the Qingbi girl's mouth violently and accurately, breaking it alive.

"Don't you know how to say it? Say it again, say that my sister played well!"

The Qingbi girl struggled on the ground in pain, and after a long time, she finally couldn't lie down.

Her young and immature face was like mud.

The scarlet girl's whipping action did not stop, until the last "bang", the wooden stick cracked, she sat on the ground weakly, looked at the puddle of mud in front of her, and said, "Bitch." ”

"It's so hard to make a friend. ”

"The world is not worth it. ”

When I looked up again, I burst into tears.

The wind swept the flowers.

Not far away, or far away, in short, somewhere where the girl has no time to care, the little brother observed all this expressionlessly, and after a long time, he sighed lightly and turned to leave.