With his broken leg, he was reborn with his face

When the light broke through the sky the next day, Fuyu woke up leisurely.Light filtered through the curtains, turning them golden.The corners that are not covered by the curtains become channels with clear contrasts between light and dark on the wall.

Fu Po was a little dizzy, and her body was covered by the gray-blue sofa.The white blanket had already slipped to the ground, becoming one with the wine-soaked carpet.

He blinked his eyes a few times, the light of the day made everything invisible, and his naked body also returned here, like a scattered dust.

The feeling of a hangover is always cloudy and exhausting, after getting up, Fu Tu pressed her temples and hissed softly.

The dream from last night is still floating in my mind, and the scattered images and words are blurred.He only vaguely remembered a pale horse asking him if he wanted to go with it.

He approached the horse and stared quietly into its eyes, which contained the stars in the night and the gravel in the Ganges.It looked back slightly, and he walked quietly.

Before he could think about it, the dream disappeared.

That illusory dream, and that pale and wet horse.

Fu Pu pressed her temple hard, trying to drive out the chaos and return to peace.

He stood up and took a few steps forward, then stopped suddenly.

A huge painting hangs in front of his eyes.The naked sleeper sank in the gray-blue sky, his closed left eye turned into a dim yellow sun, and his slightly open right eye held tears of moonlight.The bow and arrow in his hand had already rusted red.The severed legs bleed, and the ocean grows beneath him.

The silhouette of the person in the painting is full of compassion, and the body is bent into the shape of a tree branch.The skin was burned, and magma was hidden behind the fire.

A great sense of fear surged up, and Fu Tu took half a step back.The outline of the person in the painting coincided unexpectedly with him.

But after a long while, the right eye of the man in the painting slowly soothed Fu Su.Unknowingly, he took a few steps forward and got closer to the painting.

Lines were drawn in the blood-colored ocean, and Fu Po carefully identified many human heads.Men, women, all expressionless.

Fuyu took a deep breath, feeling cold down his back.These heads are all his former lovers.

The window screen was suddenly blown rustling, and Fu Tu looked sideways, but was suddenly plunged into darkness.

He couldn't see anything, only heavy breaths licking in his ears.

Sea water, railings, cars, all light, white and shadows suddenly reversed.The colorful splendor turned into a faint yellow.The embroidered red slit skirt is covered with scattered dots, and the woman's slightly curly long hair is caressing in the twilight.

She wore a jade bracelet on her slightly raised wrist.Dark green with long lines.

Then, the jade bracelet shattered.The fragments penetrated deeply into the woman's flesh and blood, and the translucent jade was stained with blood, which was really beautiful.The woman's lips curled up slightly, but she didn't say a word.

The clouds were crushed more and more meandering, just like a woman's wrist.The blood slipped down, like silk embroidered with silver edges, rolling rapidly under the light.

Fu Yu couldn't wait to kiss her, and kissed it together with the crumbs.He knelt down and licked, tongue blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.The woman's toes are slightly curled up, her body stretched back like a bow.Her eyes flooded with sex, and then condensed into a point, shooting straight at the boy kneeling on the ground.

Memories stirred up waves in the depths of her mind, and Fu Tu suddenly opened her eyes.The window screen was blown rustlingly, and the golden sunlight rushed along with the sound.When he looked back, there was nothing but a blank space on the wall.

No heads, no paintings.Only his own breathing became more and more rapid.

He took a few steps back and suddenly fainted to the ground.The head hit the ground heavily, and the body twisted into a twisted appearance.Blood slowly flowed from the head, soaking the black hair and the carpet.

Some lines were faintly revealed on the wall.The tears of the sleeping person turned blood-colored.The human head in the ocean opened its mouth.

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Cheng Jiabai silently looked at everything in front of him.Bloody stains stuck to the ground.At this moment, the statue-like figure was as weird as a tomb.His pale face seemed to have been drained of blood, and his lips were as black as gray stone.

He leaned over in shock, but woke up from the bed in the next second.Cheng Jiabai brought it up in one breath, but couldn't put it down for a while.

When he pushed open the door of the villa and walked into the living room and saw the young man sleeping peacefully on the sofa, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Pu woke up, and the fear in his pupils was completely visible.He stood up and looked at the wine bottles on the ground, his face suddenly turned pale.He cannot drink, but often forgets that he cannot drink.

In another world full of grotesques, it is impossible to tell whether the nightmare is real or not.A dream within a dream, evil within a sin.In the dream, he is not only him, he perceives everything.The third dimension, separated from body and soul, is more real than this moment.

Cheng Jiabai leaned over and held Fu Tu's hand.

"what happened?"

"It's okay." Fu Po broke free and pressed her temples. "It was just a nightmare."

It was his sin and he deserved to be punished.No one can easily play with other people's feelings and ruin other people's lives.The pride he has always been proud of has finally become his own epitaph.

He deserves it.

"I deserve it." Fu Tu said this sentence in a little confusion.Cheng Jiabai looked at him in disbelief.

"what?"

"I deserve it." Fu Pu repeated this sentence, but this time she was much firmer.

He was sorry, the past without fear meant no respect.He despises himself, sentient beings, and the world one by one, like a joke.

"Sorry, I want to leave here." Fuyu took a few steps back and sat down on the sofa, "I want to leave and live a normal life."

Cheng Jiabai also sat down, frowning slightly, "You are not in good condition, do you need to see a doctor?"

"No, thank you." Fu Po sighed, her body softened, and she slumped on the sofa, "Let me go."

Cheng Jiabai was silent for a moment, and somehow remembered the scene in the dream, which was chaotic and extremely ominous.All of a sudden, I felt... that's fine.Meeting by chance, it is not worth spending too much energy.

"Okay. Let's go." Cheng Jiabai stood up, his satin-like hair rolled down his waist, and the mole under his eyes was very indifferent at this moment.

Fu Yu looked over, as if he saw the pale horse through time and space.

"Thank you."

Cheng Jiabai waved his hand and walked out of the villa.Flowing clouds and flowing water, clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, he walked more and more freely.

Fu Yu slowly closed her eyes, as if there was a swan lake echoing in her ears.Extremely cold Siberian winters, bone-piercing water, and remote tragedies.

The black feathers flew up to the sky, then fell down again, all the way to the lake, and slowly solidified.