It's raining, and it's not raining much, but it makes this desolate city even more miserable.
After dark, I put the quilt on my head. I didn't want to face this deserted reality. I just wanted to get a good night's sleep, but it wasn't until midnight that I fell asleep in a daze.
The second day, the third day... One week after another, I didn't wait for anyone to return.
I began to despair and drove out of the China World Shopping Mall. The city is very big and I feel like I can be at home everywhere.
I remember when I was a child, I didn't recognize the bed when I slept, and I liked to sleep in a different place.
Tonight in **, tomorrow night on the sofa, and sometimes spread a bed on the balcony, I can also sleep, what I like is the freshness.
I once moved the summer mat on the rooftop, the feeling of falling asleep looking up at the stars is not interesting.
At that time, I even had a desire to sleep in any corner of the city.
Now, my childhood dreams can come true, but I don’t have that interest anymore. For safety, it’s best to sleep in a RV.
There is a home everywhere, and there is no home everywhere.
When people are lonely, they often can't help but think back to the past.
I still remember when I was four or five years old, the children in the community liked to split into two groups to fight, rushing and killing, shouting and killing. It was a lot of fun to have a lot of sweat.
This was fun at first, but I didn't know what happened later, and there were rules to punish prisoners of war.
Prisoners of war are often bombarded with a few brains, or beat the palms of their hands, and finally surrendered to the enemy.
But this is not the worst. The worst is that the prisoner of war is taken back by the original party, and he becomes a traitor again. The punishment for the traitor is even more severe. In addition to the brain and the palm of the hand, he has to kneel. Both body and mind have to be hurt.
God knows why, and gradually, punishing prisoners of war is even more violent than fighting.
Later, there is no need to fight, just play the game of punishment.
But there are no prisoners of war, no traitors, who will be punished
At this time, the older and taller children become the leader, and they have the final say. They say who is a prisoner of war, who is a prisoner of war, who is a traitor, who is a traitor.
As a result, human nature was exposed in that age of ignorance.
in order to
Free from punishment, children who should be naive understand flattery, but are more direct and frank than adults.
Thinking back to the past, I lost my mind, and a bang brought me back to reality, and the front of the car hit a telephone pole.
I withdrew my thoughts, backed up a few meters, and suddenly saw a book dropped from the entrance of an alley on the side of the road.
This was nothing. There were more things scattered on the street, mobile phones, shoes, and even empty strollers.
But this book, it is not covered with dust, and there is no trace of flooding.
My eyes widened, and it took me a long time to come back to my senses, jump out of the car, and pick up the book in three steps. There are two black words on the cover: "Dead City"
Who left the book here? My heart is jumping wildly, this may be a trap.
But the more curious I was, the more I wanted to find out.
The entrance to the hutong was too narrow for the RV to drive in, so I walked in step by step.
The more they go, the more deserted, the house is messy, like a child piled up with building blocks.
I swallowed, changed my left hand to hold the book, and my right hand held the Chuan Yang Nu hanging around my neck, and loaded it, opening the insurance.
After walking along a red brick wall for a long time, there are two rusty iron doors at the end.
I walked into the door, and the door suddenly opened up. The large poplar forest, the wind blew, the leaves clashed, and compared to the outside, it was a completely different world.
The gravel path passed through the poplar forest, and there was a church in front of me. The fallen leaves in front of the door were rolling in the wind. I looked up and saw the setting sun staining the spire of the church.
There was a church here. I didn't expect it. I shook the crossbow in my hands, walked into an arch, then walked through the promenade, and came to a large house.
Rows of mottled old benches, dark purple walls, and colorful willow-leaf windows, the woods and the clear sky are connected together.
My heart suddenly became quiet, and over the years, I once again felt the peace of my soul.
I took a few steps forward and sat down on the last bench. In the quiet church, there was a sound of small footsteps. From behind the statue of Jesus, a young girl walked out with a thick book in both hands and was bowing her head. read.
I was stunned for a moment, staring at the girl blankly.
Seeing that she was dressed in a black dress like a veil, she was about seventeen or eighteen years old, she was white all over, and her face was beautiful.
, But the skin is too fair and looks extremely pale. The whole body seemed to be covered in a layer of smoke.
Is she a human or a ghost? With a grunt in my throat, there was a cold war violently.
The girl raised her head, a hint of surprise flashed across her face, and then said coldly: "Who are you?"
I said: "I should ask you this, who are you?"
The girl said: "I live here, so I should ask you."
I said, "I found a book, is it yours?" Then I stood up and walked towards the girl, thinking that you acted too calmly. Did you deliberately lead me here
The girl reached out and took the book, and when they touched their fingers, I only felt a chill spread along the fingertips. The girl didn't seem to have the same body temperature.
The girl nodded slightly: "Thank you, this is the book I dropped."
Although she said thank you, her eyes were still cold and indifferent. She was really like a icy person, the beauty to the extreme, and the cold to the extreme.
I couldn't help feeling horrified: "Is this girl a human or a ghost?!"
The girl stared at me with beautiful eyes and said softly, "I said thank you."
I was stunned: "Is this rushing away?"
The girl said: "I never talk to outsiders."
I said, "Are there any outsiders in Eagle City?"
The girl turned back and dropped a lightly sentence: "When you go out, please close the door, thank you."
I was stunned. After a while, I seemed to come back to my senses and slowly returned to the RV, feeling like a dream:
Who is this girl, where does she come from, how can she not be surprised when she sees me in this cold eagle city
Also, is this girl the same woman Bai Xin saw twice
It's a pity that Bai Xin is missing and can't answer my question.
I drove the RV to the compound on the opposite side of the alley, parked under a peach tree, then climbed onto the top of the RV, picked a peach leaf and chewed it in my mouth.
The only thing I can be sure of right now is that this girl is not simple. Maybe not even human.
If it was not a human being, what would she be? Cyborg? Or a star
To follow my old temper, I don’t have to bother to guess, I just use a crossbow to ask, but how can I be so cruel in the face of this frosty girl
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