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Chapter 41 Loneliness eats up loneliness

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    ?It was late at night, when I turned off the lights and lay down, Hei took advantage of the situation and sneaked into the house, letting everything go cleanly.

    The windows are gone, the bookcases are gone, the chairs are gone, and even the walls have been pushed down by the black. I suspect that I have lost my way. Today I slept on the wrong head of the bed, and my world is spinning.  I suddenly sat up, I couldn't see anything, I only heard the wind, the wind I got up, the darkness was moving, shaking my hut and the earth.  The two fire points floated up wobbly.

    Yang Yue!  No!  Yang Yue!  She was calling my name, "Jun! Jun!"

    No.  I kicked the soles of my feet, so I supported my body with my hands and curled up into a ball.

    "Yang Yue, let's go, Yang Yue, don't come looking for meYang Yue" I groped for the head of the bed and the corner of the wall, the light from the flashlight turned into a fist, and I punched out  .

    The two fire points disappeared, and there were clearly two fireflies flying.  My whole body was paralyzed, as if I had been enchanted, my skeleton was taken away by someone, I was covered in cold sweat, and I drooped my head dejectedly.

    The flashlight rolled away, and the light danced wildly.  The pain in the knee, the tear in the hand, gradually came to life.

    Bursts of severe pain headed towards my heart.

    Rely on yourself, loneliness also depends on yourself to eat loneliness

    ?The high school admission notice finally came, and it was finally the start of school.

    There is no excitement at all, not even the slightest joy.  It feels like everything is a dream.

    High school life is really a dream, a dream that shouldn't be done.

    The discomfort of being far away from home, the heart is out of tune with the environment.  I still feel like I was living in a thick fog back then.

    Foggy, like in a fairyland, everything in the world is only damp, the clothes are soaked, and the skin is wet and sticky.

    In addition to the astringent and bitter taste of the air, you can also hear water dripping from the leaves, but you can't see it, only the voice, "Tower! Tower!" It's heavy and weighty.

    Tall buildings, in the vast expanse of whiteness, only their red doors are exposed, flickering in the thick fog like milk.  At a higher place farther away, a little black corner of the eaves flew in mid-air.  Gray was the only color in my life during that time.

    Can't tell day from night.

    Before Yang Yue's nightmare was over, she lost the key to sleep.

    Ever since I met Yan Nan, I always thought that the true love in my life had indeed come, but I forgot that I was in the fog.  The whole campus is full of flowers, and they are brightly red and festive in the sunshine.

    Covered by fog, there is only a blackish red color left, which is the black color of safflower that has been sun-dried, the black color of chicken blood splashed on the ground after killing chickens during the New Year, the black color that has dried and hardened, and the black color of a fiasco.

    But I thought it was beautiful, and I always liked to appreciate it from a distance alone, liked it, and always firmly believed that it liked me too.  As soon as I got to it, it swaggered.

    However, looking at the flowers in the fog, the flowers are not drunk, and the self-intoxicated and passionate people are completely exposed under the sun: its ostentation is that there is wind in the fog.  It wasn't made specifically for me.

    At that time, I didn't know that love requires skills, and women are elusive. I always thought that love is simple, easy, and even simple and unquestionable. It will be love at first sight.

    My head was full of not knowing what I was thinking, I ran forward with wishful thinking, my head hit the south wall hard, and I thought she was testing me on purpose.

    She is laughing, and the flowers are also laughing.  I like her, always thought that because of her appearance, the whole world would be overwhelmed.  The fog thickened and the sky darkened.  The street lights came on.

    The light wrapped tightly by the fog, secretly, can never escape from the "inch of land" of the lampshade - the dense fog is like a thick veil, wrapping the lamp tightly, and its light cannot be thrown out.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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