Looking at what he was doing, he was slightly surprised.

"I can actually practice calligraphy?!" he couldn't help but be a little stunned when he mentioned the thin copy paper in front of him.

I have the impression that the last time I practiced calligraphy was in my third year of high school.

When I was in high school, I really liked to practice calligraphy, after all, it was the only thing I could use for recreation during that time.

But since going to college, the headphones do not leave the body, the mobile phone does not leave the hand, entertainment has become a habitual thing, and even to be precise, it seems incredible to have nothing to do.

"Come on, come on, see what the great calligraphers have written. He flipped through the book, which he had no impression of, with great interest.

It's strange why only one word is written on each page.

He flipped through the pages one by one.

"You, for, what, what, want, read, big, learn, you, for, what, what, want, live, live. ”

His expression stiffened, and the notebook in his hand slammed against the table.

A feeling of grief, bitterness, and disgust crawled out of his stomach little by little!

Disgusting!

Fifteen words gave him a terrible feeling of nausea that he wanted to vomit his heart······

"I'll you!"

He grabbed the notebook and tore it into crumbs in an instant!

Kicking the desk in front of him, he stood in the smoke and dust, gasping heavily.

"Damn it! ”

Taking off his clothes, changing into a simple T-shirt, he was ready to go out.

But the door was closed.

Such things can make him feel irritated.

He grabbed the doorknob and tore off half of the wall in one fell swoop······

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Dysphoria.

Uncontrollable irritability.

He wandered aimlessly down the dark hallway.

Like a lonely ghost in the night.

"How boring life is! I still have congenital heart disease, and I can't get drunk, and hey, it's so sad that a big man can't even drink!" he shook as if he was drunk, and carried a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

Suddenly, he paused.

"Eh, did I just hear something?"

It seems to be a cry, and it seems to be a girl's cry.

He shook like a drunken man, and for a moment he could discern the source of the sound, which seemed to be the second door on the left hand in front of him.

So he walked over.

One of Zhao Ziying's creeds is that it is natural for men to care for women.

"Knock knock. With two taps, he asked aloud, "Are you okay?" ”

There was no response, only a low whimper.

The eyebrows moved rhythmically in a very regular manner, showing inner incomprehension.

He pushed the door open anyway.

"I'm sorry, I'll come in... Whoa, whoa, whoa..." He really never expected it! There was actually a mechanism hidden behind this seemingly unremarkable door!

Oh no, a staircase that goes underground.

He landed without warning, and rolled down the stairs.

Fortunately, there was a fluffy carpet on the stairs, otherwise he might have reported directly to the Yama Palace.

"Wow, that's amazing, what kind of brain-dead person would make a hole in the ground directly behind the door!" he rubbed his stunned head and stood up with a forced smile, "Awesome! I want to see what kind of neurotic room this is!"

Then he saw a bedroom that was unusually warmly furnished.

and a wedding photo hanging directly across from the bedroom.

The man above is himself.

"Well, the owner of this room is really ingenious and unique, building the room underground, not only to avoid meteorite attacks, but also to become the last shelter for human beings in an era of a virus epidemic!"

Touching his nose in embarrassment, his cheeks seemed to be a little too thick lately.

"It's embarrassing to be in my bedroom. He habitually walked to the windowsill and watered a pot of green and fluffy plants, "But I don't seem to have been here before, it's strange, I have moved three times since I was a child, how can I not even remember what my bedroom looks like?" ”

What a strange dream······

"Oh, yes! it's a dream!" he slammed his head, "no wonder, I've always thought it weird from start to finish." ”

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the plant.

I saw that the clear water fell on the plant, and it turned blood-red, and it passed over it drop by drop, as if the plant was crying, and cried so sadly that only blood and tears were left behind.

"What a weird grass..." Ziying raised his eyebrows slightly, "I definitely don't like this kind of potted plant, like what roses, moon seasons, roses, or something is so good, why do you have to plant such a strange plant······"

He couldn't help but be stunned, yes, how could he like this kind of thing that was unlucky at first glance.

That must have been another person in the room who liked it.

In the room, another person...

Yes, the male host is him, so, who is the hostess?

He looked at the wedding photo next to him.

It's a blur, and he can't even see the man clearly, but he knows that the man is himself, so who is this woman?

He suddenly felt a void in his heart, and the crystal pot in his hand fell heavily on the windowsill, causing a crisp sound.

"Am I forgetting something particularly important?"

"Tick-tock. A drop of water fell to the ground, causing a string of echoes in the empty room.

Huh?

Where does the water come from?

He was stunned, and raised his hand to touch his cheek, which was wet.

"Eh, why?" he looked at the bronze mirror on one side, and sure enough, he was crying, tears staining half of his face.

But on the other side, there was not half a tear.

What a strange picture!

Looking at the thing in the mirror that was not a ghost or a ghost, he only felt a chill spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

Why do you cry like this? How can a normal person cry like this?

"Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick ······"

The sound of water is getting louder and louder! In the blink of an eye, the whole room seems to be a giant stereo! There is an annoying dripping sound of water everywhere, and it gets louder and louder faster and faster!

"Shut up!"

The sound suddenly stopped.

The room returned to its original calm.

It's just that the plant on the windowsill silently shed another drop of blood and tears.

Zhao Ziying stood in the center of the house, staring at this ghost-like room with a frown, and for a long time, he suddenly turned around and ran out!

"What a haunted house!Is it haunted?!"

He slammed the door open and strode out!

"How could you have such an inexplicable dream······ It really is!"

But he hasn't run three steps yet.

"Bang!"

I saw a scabbard suddenly come out in front of me!

The sharp momentum slammed Ziying to the ground with a sheath!

"Where did the assassin come from!" a crisp voice came from above, the tone was extremely moving, but unfortunately the words seemed to contain hostility.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

It doesn't matter if the other party is hostile or not.

Anyway, Zhao Ziying must be hostile! Fierce hostility!

"You're wrong!" he jumped to his feet, "Why do you have to give me a moment every time you see me!"

"Zhao Ziying?" The girl hesitated for a moment, pinched a magic decision in her hand, and a slender jade hand appeared in Ziying's shadow, helping him up from the ground, "You can actually remember my name?"

"I've been reflexed by you!You said I don't remember!" Ziying roared.

He's really a little irritable today!

He likes to dream the most, because when he dreams, he is very comfortable and beautiful, and there are not so many troublesome trivial things in reality, but today's dream, there are two weird dreams stacked in the dream! In the end, he was inexplicably slapped by this stupid woman! How can people not be angry!

Yes, he remembered that every time he dreamed, as long as he accidentally dreamed of this woman, he would be hit by her, and then followed by the iconic phrase "Where is the assassin"!

This really made him puzzled, he didn't like to watch costume TV series, why did he always pop up such a strange flower in his dreams!

"The princess's dream is very dangerous, you don't want to run around here. The girl turned a deaf ear to Ziying's crazy roar, only gave a faint command, and turned around to leave.

"Wait. He clutched his nose and shouted.

"What?"

"Why are you two dreaming at this time? It should be daylight now. ”

The girl squinted her eyes slightly and stared at him: "You are so powerful, you can actually detect this, it is difficult for ordinary people to have such sound logical ability in dreams." ”

"Noise, this pony is asking you a question!" Ziying glared angrily.

Who knew that the girl didn't say half a superfluous word, and her backhand was a sword, which scared Ziying back more than a dozen steps.

"Wow, what are you doing!"

The girl still didn't speak, the sword was put in the air, her footsteps were shallow, and her hand was wiped casually, and the sword became ten in an instant, and then it was pulled up, and it became a hundred in an instant!

"Eh······"

Ziying looked at her sluggishly: "Girl, don't do anything······"

The girl finally responded coldly: "You go to die!"