"Next." Flea looked at the motionless leaves not far away with a strange smile, "How can I repay you for your long-term care?"
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After all, Ye Zi is just a human being. Unsatisfactory things happen all the time in life. As long as you are an individual, you will have setbacks. This is not the first time that Ye Zi, who is as insurmountable as a mountain in the eyes of others, has fallen.
Memories are often a person's most beautiful memories, and the reason why they are beautiful is that they beautify and store those beautiful memories in the torrent of time, and conversely, they will also fade those unacceptable and shameful memories. Go and disperse, and all this is due to the complex and exquisite human brain.
The brain is a very wonderful part. Even if it loses consciousness, even if it loses its perception of time, it never stops running.
The boy leaned against the wall quietly, as quiet as if even his breathing had disappeared, as quiet as if he was the only one left in the world.
How many people, one, two, three are there? How many people are there lying in a pool of blood like corpses?
The boy did not look at the motionless figures like corpses, nor the pool of blood that shone with a coquettish luster. He just looked at the high and blue sky with an expressionless face.
Time seemed to freeze here, and even he seemed to be stepping into eternity in this tranquility.
However, there is no eternity in this world, and these pointers called time will never stay for a moment for anyone.
The sound came very suddenly and inevitably not far from the boy.
But it seemed very unnatural. Perhaps this was just because the voice that came into his ears was so calm that it would not make people feel sudden. However, after coming back to his senses, it was inevitable. Of course, people would be shocked by this, perhaps just because this voice was so calm that it was a bit unbelievable.
"Hey, are you still alive?"
What was broken was not only the settled tranquility, but also the condensed thoughts of the young man. He finally reluctantly withdrew his gaze, his eyes empty and wanting to look ahead.
The boy, in front of him was actually a handsome boy about the same age as him, and this boy, like a cat who had discovered something new, was looking him up and down with his eyes as bright as stars.
who is he? Why here? And why can it be so peaceful?
The boy didn¡¯t have any doubts that a normal person would have, at least his expression was still as dead as before.
"Oh, he is indeed alive." The handsome young man still looked at the boy leaning against the wall as motionless as a statue with a very interesting expression.
The boy's silence obviously did not stop the young man's cat-like curiosity, but after just a short silence, the young man pointed at the corpse-like figures on the ground and asked: "Hey, did you do these?"
¡°I don¡¯t know whether it was because of the young man¡¯s strong curiosity or the bright eyes that disgusted him, but the boy finally opened his lips of advice that closed his mind and uttered a word coldly.
"roll."
"Hey~" I don't know whether it was out of his strong curiosity or the boy's innate courage. Not only did he have no intention of leaving, he couldn't even find a trace of panic in his handsome face. Just after he let out a teasing cry, a rich smile suddenly flashed across his eyes that were comparable to stars.
"You are so cold. A person like you will definitely not have any friends."
???????????????????????????????????????????? For some reason, when the boy coldly made contact with the young man's eyes again, his face, as rigid as a stone sculpture, suddenly underwent a slight change.
Eyes, like stars, are shining with vitality. This pair of eyes seems to exist to satirize this ugly life. What kind of feeling is it? Is it disgust, hatred, envy, yearning, or Fear and confusion?
The boy did not deliberately capture the feelings rising in his heart at this moment. In the end, he slowly moved his eyes away and looked at the high sky again as if to escape.
However, the young man still did not let him go. He still looked at him quietly with those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything and make all the gloomy people feel ashamed.
"A long time, how long it was, just a moment or a long time, no one can tell clearly.
But for the boy, this short moment was far longer than the years he spent in the darkness.
Just because of those strange eyes, just because of that strange boy.
"Why don't you leave?!" After all, he couldn't stand the sight that was more uncomfortable than the blade, and couldn't help but glare at the young man angrily.
"It turns out it's not a stone." The young man seemed not to notice the strong murderous aura in the boy's eyes, and smiled faintly.
The boy was moved once again, but this time it was not because of the pair of star-like bright eyes, but because of the smile the boy showed.
The boy¡¯s smile was very beautiful, which may have something to do with his unusually handsome appearance, but that was not what shocked the boy.
What he felt in the young man's smile was not the beauty that was almost showing off, but the warmth like the spring breeze and the spring sun.
Only those who know gentleness can smile so warmly, only those who know life can smile so brightly, and only those who have experienced countless darkness can discover the purity that permeates that warm smile.
The boy has experienced darkness, or rather than saying that he has experienced darkness, it is better to say that he himself is an endless darkness, so he can read his smile, so he will naturally be shocked by it.
"You are really interesting."
"You're not bad either."
The young man couldn't help but smile proudly. After all, it was not easy to make a person who was quieter than a stone sculpture speak.
"It's nice to meet you." Even if they met in this scene, even if they were scolded, even if they only said a few words between them, there was no pretense in the young man's warm smile.
The boy watched and listened quietly, waiting for the young man to finish what he said.
"It's a pity that I have to leave." The young man stood up slowly, stretched his body, and said as calmly as when he came.
"Really?" The boy was as calm as ever, but for some reason, there was an unnoticeable sense of loss in his empty eyes.
"Ah, what about you?"
The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his head stiffly, looking at the young man in front of him with an expression stiffer than that of a stone sculpture.
"I?"
"Would you like to come together?" the young man said with a faint smile.
The boy fell into silence, and finally he looked at the boy again in silence, "Where are you going?"
"Is it important?" The young man raised the corners of his lips again and said with a free and easy expression that was not what a young man should have.
The boy was stunned again, and finally he opened his firm lips again and said in a voice that was no longer calm: "Why?"
¡°Perhaps he already knew the answer the moment the boy asked, because even though they had just met, he could still guess the young man¡¯s nonchalant answer, ¡°Do you need a reason?¡±
However, he was wrong. This handsome young man seemed to exist not only to ridicule this ugly life, but also to play with him.
The young man shook his head slowly, and once again smiled as warmly as the spring breeze, "Because, I don't have many friends."
This is a very hypocritical statement, at least it sounds that way from this handsome young man.
But Ye Ziqu seemed to see something in that warm smile, and a ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes again.
"So, do you want to come together?"
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I had to work overtime for two hours before the holiday. I was really speechless, but at least I came back, and I still worked hard to get one.