"Hello!"

"Hello!"

"Hey! Look at the road, look at the road!"

In a car, a person who called suddenly pressed the horn and scolded loudly.

"Don't have long eyes! Nervous!"

He stood in front of the car, and slowly watched the black car away.

All the manuscripts were disappeared.

In that dark day.

All stories about them left him.

The young man named Gongxin didn't know what happened. He walked to the street, his empty hands, and his self -made self. He went forward.

How is it ...

Will you want to write such a story ...

Forgot ... I forgot a long time ago ...

It's not forgotten to clean up ... It's just as small as the remaining things.

"Hey! Bastard! Get away !!"

The other, in the next white car, a woman wearing a red shirt also scolded it.

This may be, because the car in front also scolded him, and the car behind will naturally scold him.

Because he did not leave.

Until a traffic policeman quickly whistled and pulled him under the traffic light, whether it was education or fine, no one could pull his mind back.

Gongxin seemed to hear nothing, and the traffic police put him aside.

At a closer to, pedestrians stood up to watch this man who didn't know what he was thinking, and then ended with the simple traffic lights, the crowd surged, and the new round was waiting.

Who is, no one will simply look at him.

"I think ... you should know ... Chang Yufeng and Lin'er in your writing are not ... as you want ..."

A woman, wearing a black coat, stands in front of him.

I glanced at him with too bland eyes and moved his tail of his trench coat out of the tail of his trench coat.

"Lin'er is never a silly white sweetness, nor is she definitely wearing red clothes ... pretty daughter -in -law ..."

Everyone does not seem to see this woman.

In addition to the black trench coat, there are long hair that combed the white, the spikes, and the smart and beautiful eyes.

She is very beautiful, very tall, enough for Gongxin's height to exceed.

Subsequently, he slowly, lost, his eyes, and turned to the sun.

"They don't want you to tamper with their stories ... they love each other, believe me, [Little painter], you should ... don't want this ... right? Losing this story is equal to ... Losing you

Own……"

Gong Xin slowly stood in front of her, and finally glanced at her slowly.

She does not say her name, but according to her appearance, she seems to understand her name, where.

"Little painter ~ Sometimes I think ... why are they still willing to make their stories and you compile them ... But you seem to be disappointed again ..."

The woman put her hands on Gongxin's shoulder, the traffic flow, and a new round of passers -by. In the whistle of the traffic police, they quickly interweaved.

"Also ... I need to tell you one thing ..."

"Little painter ..."

Her voice was suddenly a little ambiguous, with sighs, and she still had [love].

"Gong ... Xinlin ... dead ..."

Her sudden voice called in his ears.

"Still ... Where to go?"

who……

Gongxin ...

Gong Xinlin ...

younger sister……

Gong Xinlin ... is Gongxin's sister ...

My sister!

His eyes suddenly shone. He suddenly looked at the traffic police, the traffic police frowned, frightened, looking back, shouting at him.

"Hey! Lady! There is no hurdle in life!"

The traffic police patted his shoulders. Although the fine had not been received, this obvious desperate man seemed to have recovered a lot, at least it seemed to be personal.

"Don't think about it, even if the fine ... well ... there is no fine at all, you stand here for a while! Don't move it!"

The traffic police are tall, and the green police officers flickered in the sun.

Subsequently, the red and yellow lamps flashed one after another, and the crowd surged, and he really watched the "lively people" -the people who were incompatible with him were slow and random, as if there were no behaviors and standards for managing standards.

It, leisurely, eager, sent a crazy past.

Walk over, run over, rush over, ride over ...

Then, then paused slowly.

Because a new round of traffic lights appeared.

"I hope you can ... understand ... little painter ..."

Well, the woman who knew her name appeared again.

With the sound of wind and snow, with black, you can see the death at a glance ...

Her eyes turned into dryness, her half of her body turned into red bones, and the clothes were slowly rotten, showing her chest, showing out 1510.

That's the fusion of bone bones and Chixue skin.

This is! Hate!

"Little painter! You know ... you should ... know me ..."

"But I hate you ..."

"I hate you hate, my teeth must be bitten."

The white bone cheeks slowly reflected her blood -red lips.

This weird beauty should be too important in his life.

"I know, you are sad now ..."

Her voice is still echoing.

"I know ... you are sad now ... little painter ..."

"But, please take it ... I am for you ..."

"revenge……"

revenge!

revenge!

revenge!

Return to teeth with your teeth! Eyes with your eyes!

Ancient rules.

She disappeared.

She has been here,

She is not a future.

At least she has existed in his world.

Even now, he forgot her, she still exists.

Get it off, me! For your revenge!

This sentence fell back in Gongxin's ears, but her voice was obviously much stern, mixed with anger.

But she is so regrettable ...

Obviously so many joy becomes silent ... Losing the disappointment of joy ...
To be continued...