no……

I felt for no reason... because the author of the spiritual world recorded here is still an ignorant 24-year-old unemployed wanderer, and he seems too immature.

Hello!

Dongdong!

Hello!

Dongdong!

Hey! Hey! Hey!!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The storm and storm intertwined.

"Where will this guy go..." Ju Chun glanced at the distance, and from her brown eyes, the wind and rain in the school area seemed to be even more fierce.

As [yellow], she doesn't need to hold an umbrella, but she still holds a white oil-paper umbrella and wears a cheongsam with a short cheongsam, exposing her calves to the wind, blew messily, her hair.

She frowned in confusion.

A light she could see flashed out of the school area. In her eyes, a man named [Thunder and Lake Light] was returning to the sky with a female classmate wearing a blue and white school uniform. Then, in an instant, she was swallowed by a black hot flame in an instant, turning into a crimson vortex. In just one moment, everything turned into peace.

Except for the wind and thunder, the birds do not sing.

"What's the matter? Knocking so loud?"

Gong Xin held his forehead and opened the door.

They have not seen each other for a long time.

"It's me!" Ju Chun pointed his toes a little.

Because Gong Xin, who was standing in the attic and was not ready to let her in, had her eyelids hanging, like a dead body that was almost unable to stand it.

She was eager to see how he was doing now.

He was the little painter of which era...

Whose little painter is he...

Everything in the mess in the room emitted an unpleasant smell, which foreshadowed that this guy would definitely die on the next Monday.

And today is the weekend.

"What are you doing..." Gong Xin scratched his dirty hair, and he suddenly yawned, tears flowing out of his eyes. He neither wanted to sort out himself or live a more decent life, and even gave up on his life as a human being.

"If there is no news about Xinlin, don't come to me..."

Kyoshi wanted to close the door, but Kusuichi Koichi eagerly grabbed the handle.

The roaring thunder became more and more intense.

"I heard that someone wants to meet you..."

Her hands were clamped by the door, and he looked indifferently, without any intention of letting go.

Perhaps, when I closed the door of this attic again, when I discovered it again, I was a corpse that had been struggling to death... no, a corpse that could not struggle.

"Someone is looking for you! I'm downstairs! I saw her! She really wanted to know if you are living here! Let me ask!"

Ju Chunyi shouted, like a spirit calling, without any pain in front of him. Her petite white hands were deformed under the squeeze of the door, but she did not see that he could, as a person, let go of that little bit.

Perhaps, after losing everything, he can feel that what he lives is meaningless.

How could it be...

He was obviously so optimistic and confident in the past.

"Tell her I'm dead..." Gongxin closed the door hard, noticing at all... Or, he didn't care about how powerful Juicy's hand had deformed. The position where the door was clamped, bloodshots came out across the peaks and blue veins bulged.

"If possible, let her die..."

He was almost condescending, staring at Junichi Koichi with a horror of despair, as if Junichi Koichi was no longer his friend.

"Hello……"

Ju Chunyi suddenly pushed the door open, and her oil-paper umbrella slowly fell down the steps.

He no longer cared whether he would hurt others.

He was there for countless nights, sobbing in pain.

Nor can I free myself from my bondage.

"Let me die quietly..."

He opened the door and kicked Junichi Konomi's hand with his feet, like a furious hooligan.

He didn't care whether he was a hooligan or not, so he didn't care about anything, including Junichi Konori's injury.

The right hand was pinched and lost consciousness, and blood dripped in the storm, dyeing this piece of wind and rain into a burning golden color.

The rain turned into dust, fell into tall buildings, and then disappeared, scattered on the heads of pedestrians.

Death...is a kind of relief.

Sometimes this sentence is not wrong at all.

Parents can't help you,

Brothers and sisters can't help you,

Relatives and neighbors can't help you,

Passers-by can't help you,

The police can't help you,

The country and country can't help you,

You will have no way to die...

Maybe you don’t want to die, but even when death is approaching, you will escape and accept death... This unreasonable and imposed setting.

The shackles that are entrusted to people.

"I can't make the decision..."

Juicun took a few steps back, bent down, and picked up the oil-paper umbrella.

It was as if nothing happened, and she didn't know if he could hear it.

Through the doors and windows, there are also hundreds of thousands of miles of barriers, one layer after another, ending the only communication without any objection.

"But...I think she will definitely come up...I don't know what happened after that."

Ju Chun shook the golden blood on her hand and slowly stood up.

The rain slapped on the umbrella and turned into a ding-dong musical instrument, bit by bit, ding-dong reminder...

She slowly went downstairs, and on the rusted iron stairs, all kinds of rust-like dirty things seemed to feel all kinds of wet breaths, and suddenly it came to her face, the freshness of the rain and the scorching heat of the rust.

ah……

Why, the death of a human...

It would be so sad...

Perhaps because he knew that he wanted to die because he gave up on himself... he suddenly felt that this human was more or less like any human he had encountered...

Dirty...

He is so simple...

He said he would die, and he would definitely die...

If it is not today, it is tomorrow.

He is definitely not a person who speaks the same thing.

He said he would die, and that would definitely die in his room.

Perhaps the bed is used as the cemetery, the energy-saving lamp is used as the tombstone, and the hands are used as the cross. The death is both peaceful and peaceful.

Apart from his body that was suffering from illness and suffering from illness, and his lack of health and happiness, he seems to have no chance of living in vain in his life.

If you are busy, you will have nothing.

This is a resonance between many people.

Junichi Ju was full of thoughts, and even the woman who promised to wait on the rust stairs passed by her, she didn't notice it.

"He's going to die?"

The woman was wearing a white dress.

It was a high-end brand designed by a British designer. Even if this dress looks ordinary, it is surprisingly expensive.

"What?" Junichi Konoha noticed her.

"I said, she's going to die~ Girl, why are you..."

The visitor is confident and dignified, and the person who leaves is completely unhappy.

"What's wrong with me..."

"Why are you so sad?"

The woman took a puff of cigarette, and the cigarette was destined to be extraordinary. The desire between her middle finger and index finger was burning boredly, carrying the smoke and clouds that all cigarettes had, rising slowly, but exuding its own unique fragrance.

It was a very light, wonderful...touch.

"Are you still thinking about...what? My baby named [Third Era, Wuchen Realm, Tian, ​​Junichi,]~"

The visitor said with a little jokingly that Junichi Konori's real name.
To be continued...