"If you don't want to learn, there is no need to come to school at all."

Someone held my ears and pulled me into the corridor.

I torn a book.

I torn that book irritable.

It's like tearing myself.

"You go home now, don't affect other classmates here, you give up yourself, don't pull all your classmates with you!" Teacher Tang looked at me calmly, and she didn't either.

Angry, I am not angry.

I am like a lunatic.

I am a lunatic.

I would rather be a lunatic.

"The murderer hasn't found it yet!"

I looked at her coldly, she was not a murderer, but in my eyes, I would rather be a murderer, because I was so close to the murderer, I could hold the murderer's collar to push him from the corridor.

Without death, I went to step on him. I want to step on him fiercely. I want to beat him with a fist. I can do the poor personality I can do.

But Mr. Tang is not a murderer. She is just cold. Like me, look at me.

"I know the murderer didn't find it, but Chen Lin would never want to see you like this. Do you see what you look like now? Ghost?"

"They can't catch the murderer! They are waste!"

I interrupted her words.

I can't catch the murderer!

I am also a waste!

"Chen Lin wouldn't want you to be like this now. If you didn't think about this, you would go home! If you weren't for you, I was too lazy to care about you."

Teacher Tang was sideways, and everything from her eyes was so bad.

Bad penetration.

I turned and left, she snorted, three months ago, she was not so affectionate.

I should be ruthless.

I came down from the corridor. I didn't want to say that I was walking, but the fire in my stomach suddenly emerged again.

Why can she say her name so righteous.

She is obviously the victim, such a bad case, but she can't catch the murderer.

She died.

She has no reason,

She has no signs,

She is like a disability, she

I'm like a joke.

She died.

Everyone knows that she is dead.

The murderer also knows that she is dead.

I also know she is dead.

But she can't die in vain.

Because of the bond with her, I met her fetters since I was a child, and the bond with her growing up with her.

So virtuous, she is so virtuous, she is so optimistic, she is so cheerful, she is so lively, she is so young.

It should not be her who died.

She has never had a private hatred, and she never hates.

Why isn't that murderer who died?

Why isn't it dying in this world tens of millions of people?

Why isn't it me who died?

She has such a beautiful years, and she has so beautiful everything.

Although she did not live in heaven, although her life could only say hardships, although her life was always in food and clothing.

But she never gave up to end her life ...

Why do I do my doom, this break is going to take her life!

The damn, there is no bastard with the rope!

What makes me not sad for her, let me not forget her, and let me no longer miss her, all are bastards.

I cried unconsciously.

I thought that I would always remember her, but I think, now it is autumn, she should wear a small jacket, she will put her hair in a thick white scarf, shout, and laugh at my ugly black black

scarf.

She should have sat in the classroom, sitting in the classroom, and chatting with me. I will always chat with me forever. I do n’t know how to ask her the question.

Back to my own classroom.

She should have been breathless in the cold winter window, and painted a smiley face in the mist. I passed and laughed at her smiley face. She came to chase me, or she hummed to make a good look.

I should have been in the cold winter.

Send her home.

I should send her home.

I should ...

I should, I should, I should, I will not sting my love ...

I won't make her feel that I will like another woman.

I should, I must let her live in happiness.

I know the small noodles she loves to eat, I know her favorite lamb cloth puppet, I know her favorite male star, I know what her expression is sad, I know where she will go when she is happy, me

I know where she will go when she is sad.

I know everything about her.

I should know everything about her, not my own affection, but because, she told me all.

But I know that these are meaningless.

Because she is dead.

She is not my relative, but I can't lose her.

In my world, she has passed away.

She is not the end of life or torture, but to be killed by others.

I can't find the murderer, they can't find the murderer.

The murderer is out of the way.

But I will never lose her forever.

Why isn't the murderer who die!

Why do you want me, why do she want to bear death?

I do n’t accept it. The meaning of my life is not all of her, but when she leaves, the meaning of my life has lost its meaning.

I want to get revenge ...

I want to get revenge!

I want to get revenge!

Those who are out of the way, persuade me, to let them try to die!

I can't control myself ...

Crazy vomiting.

I thought of what they said to me, and I thought Teacher Tang said to me that persuaded me to return to life, and I vomited could not be added.

Die, if it was her daughter. I also advised her to have a large point. The murderer had not rushed to justice. Her daughter's body has not been buried yet, I advise her to make great points !!

Domestic! People can't be resurrected! She is dead!

But the murderer hasn't seized yet!
To be continued...