Back on the "third floor", Lu Xiaoqian did not lie on the bed. Pen, Fun, Court www.biquge.info I saw a wet patch on the white sheets. That's tears, I know. I lay on my stomach and felt the heat she left behind.

"Ahem"

I coughed twice. There seemed to be an itchy gas in my throat that couldn't be dissolved.

"Ahem, ahem!"

I frowned and sat up from the bed, what was going on? My eyes were hot and itchy, as if my eyes were soaked in hot water. The snot flowed out uncontrollably.

Am I sick?

I heard footsteps, Lu Xiaoqian came in, and her voice immediately reached my ears: "What's wrong with you?"

I reluctantly raised my head, and when I saw that her beautiful face had returned to its previous calmness, I couldn't help but laugh and said, "I don't know if I'm poisoned or sick." ”

"You have eaten the herbs here?" Lu Xiaoqian leaned over and touched my forehead, and then gave my hand a lower pulse, and said a little anxiously. I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't control my snot when I came out, my head was dizzy and painful, and I felt like someone was fighting in my head.

"No, I didn't eat the herbs here. "I feel terrible.

"So where did you go before? I didn't even see you on the 'fourth or fifth floor' just now. Lu Xiaoqian lifted me up, let me lie in her arms, and said in an anxious tone. Is she worried about me? I like to be worried. Hehe, I'm laughing in my heart, laughing happily. How long has it been since you were cared for?

There was a faint aroma from her, body fragrance, it should be body fragrance. The smell of the scent made me feel less painful.

Just now, I just went to see the hell old man. Did he poison me?

"Lu Xiaoqian, you go and close the door from the 'second floor' to the 'first floor'! No, he must have come in. I suddenly jumped up from her arms, blindfolded, and walked to the "first floor" with difficulty.

I know, the ghost elder once said that there were only thirty real medicinal herbs here, and Lu Xiaoqian locked the door of the "third, fourth, and fifth floors", so that he could not get the thirty real medicinal herbs distributed in the "seventh floor".

That's why he ......

"Deming, what's wrong with you? Lu Xiaoqian helped me, and said in a slightly loud voice, it seems that she is really in a hurry, she must think that my heart is very deep, and now her mouth is full of nonsense.

She said she had never locked the door to the "second floor...... If the ghost wants to harm me, he can do it a long time ago. But, what's going on with me now?

I snorted another big puddle of snot and coughed. My eyes were half-squinted, trying to open them, but I couldn't. I suddenly felt so tired, how can people be so tired when they are alive?

"Deming, Deming, Deming, Deming......"

My ears heard her keep calling my name. I told her that I had rarely heard my name called in my life.

I suddenly felt a cool breath coming in my chest. Is she giving me a boost...... My consciousness gradually blurred, and I just wished that I couldn't sleep. Open your eyes, too tired. Breathing, it's too hard. Thoughts, powerlessness.

......

For the audience who are out of the way, the story is already unrealistic and clear. Like a fluttering flot, the thoughts in the sky are transformed into written messages, conveyed to another thought, another thought. The other thought receives only the words themselves, but the thoughts that fill the sky can detect a few points, and blur a few points, and they are different.

Shaking his body with a blank face to the cheerful rhythm, bang-bang, bang-da-bang-bang-bang-bang......-bang

Slightly short, his shoulders shrugged down regularly. Kick the ground with your toes on your toes and walk along. Suddenly, he clapped his hands a few more times and looked up at the gray sky. A few distant stars barely glowing faintly from the light pollution.

Cold, warm, and perceptible.

I felt cold and withdrew my hands that wanted to clap each other's hands around my stomach. The body shook with a blank face, following the cheerful rhythm. My feet alternately landed on the icy concrete road in a regular pattern. There was a white crescent moon in the sky. The rustling of leaves was relentlessly blown by the wind.

The street lights are dim, and the night is dark.

Slightly bent on his back, his hands around his belly. The hair is like a mess of grass dancing wildly in the wind.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was swallowed up by time.

I sat by the streetlamp, gazing at the crescent moon and listening to the wind. His hands tightened his body.

This world, this time, I walk in such a cold, hazy night.

At night, I took my dog's hand and walked carefully through the rooms.

After walking for a long time, I suddenly asked, "Who am I, where am I, where do I come from, where am I going?" I let go of the dog's hand and let it go. Looking at the never-ending room in front of me, looking at the never-ending street on the left, I can't think of much.

Who am I, what am I doing here, where am I going? I don't know. Why don't I know? I don't know who I am, where I'm from, where I'm going. I do not know. What would I not know?

I feel so miserable because I want to know what I don't know. Stand here, looking up at the sky, the moon is still the same moon. The wind is still cold, and the street lights are still so hazy. It's only my world, and everywhere is my world. My world, it's just me. I screamed and ran wildly. Run wildly, run wildly. The street lights are still hazy, the wind is still cold, and the road has no end. My eyes are black.

I'm in my world, there's nothing to do, there's nothing to do. I don't run, I walk in the streets, I walk in the cold, I walk in the dark. I can only dispel the hesitation and pain in my heart by constantly moving. Keeping walking has become the only thing in my life.

I don't know how long I've been gone, but I heard a voice, a voice I've never heard before. This voice said to me, "Deming, open your eyes, open your eyes and you will see more interesting things, more interesting things and people." ”

This passage is repeated over and over again. I tried to find the person who said this, but wherever I went, I couldn't find the owner of the voice.

I'm going to run, I'm going to run again. That person, probably above the moon. I'm going to run to the moon, and I want him to tell me, tell me who I am, where I'm going, where I'm coming from.

I ran towards the moon. The wind is too cold, I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid that I don't know who I am. The moon is too high, I am not afraid that I will fall, I am only afraid that I will not know who I am. I'm afraid, I don't know who I am!

The moon is big and round, big and round! it is near! I am near, I am going to pounce on the moon!

My world suddenly turned white. I couldn't open my eyes. I struggled to open my eyes and saw the beautiful face of a woman.