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Canghai couldn't describe how he felt at the time, maybe he didn't remember it himself. In the middle of winter, the dead trees, but like the middle of summer, thick shade, the only thing that remains unchanged is the sun, the clean and translucent girl walked in the sunshine, stretched out her little hand behind her back, and handed him a crimson rose. There were colors in this memory, as if all there was was her long brown braid, two brown and black eyes, and a crimson rose.

It's like the first time I can't wait to go green in the spring season.

In a trance, I saw a new layer of green in the distant mountains, and I saw the person who came from the opposite side, and I couldn't wait for Chunmao, you didn't know her, only smiled politely at her, and she stretched out her little hand behind her back and handed you a crimson rose.

When you reach for it in a daze, dazed, habitual way, she will send the crimson rose with leaves straight to your hand, and press the only spike on the branch into your flesh.

Canghai's fingers were painful and relieved, there was still a noisy courtyard in front of him, dead trees in the middle of winter, where were the naughty girls with long braids, turning around, there were no green shrubs and grass behind them, and there was no one. But Canghai clearly remembered that when the girl saw him grinning in pain, she suddenly showed her white and neat teeth, bent her eyes, her chin was particularly sharp when she smiled, and the flesh on her face suddenly gathered on her cheeks, which was round and lovely.

Canghai lowered his head and saw his left hand open, the red blood of his index finger snaking down his palm, and a crimson rose nailed to his finger by the only spike on the leafy branch. No roots are inserted into the flesh.

"Ouch......" Canghai frowned and groaned, he was already unsteady on his feet, but now he saw blood and his feet were even weaker, and he immediately sat down on the ground.

Looking at the bloody hand, the rose tied in the hand was still dazed for a while.

Fang furrowed his whole face and muttered: "Hey, did anyone send flowers like this......" Leaving the small bamboo cane, he stretched out his right hand and slowly plucked the beautiful and poisonous rose from the index finger of his left hand. Or pull it out, or pull it out. There was a big bloody hole left on his finger.

If the small hole is as big as the tip of the small block pen, it is considered large.

Canghai didn't dare to suck it, for fear that the naughty girl would be more vicious than the thorns of the rose, and feed her some colorless and tasteless real poison. Thought about it.

"Alas, it's so stupid," Canghai shook his head suddenly, "If it's really poisonous, it must have flowed into the bloodstream long ago, I was actually hypnotized by a three-legged cat ecstasy for so long." Alas...... "looked up, but no one passed. I don't know if I should feel lucky or unlucky. He only knew that he couldn't find someone to help him now.

Looking down at his fingers, "...... Hey, I'll go, it really hurts......" pierced his left hand, reached into his sleeve with his right hand and found a handkerchief, wrapped the big blood hole indiscriminately, and tied a knot with his right hand with the power of his front teeth. Only then did I have the heart to look at the vicious rose. The only spike left was visibly pruned, leaving a few slightly bumpy boil scars, and the only spike seemed to be the thickest of all the thorns before the twig was pruned. The location is in the quarter of the flower branch, and it is for these two reasons that the thorn was chosen and left.

The girl was right.

Maybe plus the method of ecstasy is even more foolproof-

(To be continued......)