Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

, raised his hands, stretched out towards the sky, and pointed his fingertips upwards as hard as possible, as if he was trying his best to get closer - the piece of clarity he liked, and he wanted to reach out and touch it gently.

However, it is out of reach.

His arms were sore and numb, and with such an expression, he slowly lowered his hands.

Slowly sitting on the raised stone, his expression was a little gloomy.

He is a fat kid, no one wants to play with him, he is ridiculed by all the children, looked down upon by everyone, and then isolation follows.

Think about it, play with everyone who is smiling and cheerful, even if you are called a "fat pig" or something, it doesn't matter.

Just don't ignore me.

The little man lowered his head very lonely, I didn't mean to grow so fat.Parents said that this is a disease that ordinary doctors can't cure.

"Lan Hua must have endured a lot of hardships in his previous life, and he was not able to eat enough to wear clothes. So in this life, Lan Hua has become fat." Mother touched his head and said, "Fat and fat Lan Hua is so cute, she must be blessed in the future. This is Lan Hua's luck, Lan Hua should cherish it."

However, can you give this blessing to other children?

Zhao Lanhua secretly shed tears, and she couldn't get used to being alone.

The vast and clear sky is so vast, maybe you can include yourself in it - there should be carefree, clean, no contempt, no contempt, no fists, right?

Sucking his nose, he stood up and wanted to go home, otherwise, Mother would be worried again.

He turned around, and saw a beautiful and harmonious picture, so quiet and clear that one couldn't bear to disturb it.

So he held his breath.

【3】A boy with eyes closed

It was a pomegranate tree that grew on the top of the mountain. It had grown for a long time. The trunk was so thick that three people could hug it to surround it.The dazzling red fruit hangs heavily on the branches, nodding slightly in the wind, giving a sense of festive fulfillment.

Standing under the tree was a young man with a slender body and long chestnut hair, wearing an empty light blue robe. The robe was blown by the wind, swinging in a big arc, flaunting softly.

As if being tempted, Zhao Lanhua moved towards that side gently, step by step, her gaze fell on the man's face in a daze, without moving away.

At that time, Cassie's eyes hadn't covered her eyes yet.

So Zhao Lanhua saw those tightly closed eyes, with thick chestnut eyelashes gently covering the lower eyelids, facing her direction.

"Who are you?" Zhao Lanhua heard a gentle and clean voice, as clear and clear as the wind blowing over a mountain.

"Zhao, Zhao Lanhua." No one asked his name, so he stammered nervously.

The young man stretched out his hand to him: "I'm Kaxi Yuzhan, I just arrived in the funeral town of the capital yesterday. The scenery here is very beautiful. Looking at the sky here, I also think it is very beautiful."

As if recognized, Zhao Lanhua laughed: "I also think that the sky is so clear, without any impurities, like crystal."

"But..." Zhao Lanhua carefully looked at Cassie's tightly closed eyes, and asked softly, "Your eyes...can you see the sky like this?"

"I'm sorry... I, I didn't mean to..." Sensing Cassie's silence, he explained nervously, he didn't mean to laugh at Cassie, but—

"I can't see it." Cassie smiled with her lips bent, "But standing here, smelling the wind, you can imagine such a clean sky."

Zhao Lanhua breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, if Cassie couldn't see it—if he couldn't see it, then she wouldn't be disgusted by her fat and ugly appearance.Such an ugly mind, the idea of ​​wishing Cassie could not see it, was so dirty it could be.

But anyway, I just want a friend.

"Are you going back?" Cassie turned his head and asked him, "Let's go down the mountain together."

Zhao Lanhua laughed heartily, "Okay."

He stretched out his hand and held Cassie's arm carefully: "Go slowly, come with me."

A fat child is supporting another slender child. The two figures blend together. Behind him is the sky that is gradually dyed red by the setting sun. It is as red as the pomegranate tree, with warm colors, gradually infecting heart.

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01 A dream rotation

更新时间2010-3-1413:54:05字数：3667

When Song Jing opened his eyes, he thought he was in a dream. The dream was unbelievably real. If it wasn't too unbelievable, he would definitely regard this dream as reality.

In the gloomy closed chamber, flickering bluish-white flames flickered on the gray-black stone walls, slightly bursting out crackling sparks.

He habitually squinted his eyes and looked around. The room was small and cramped, and there was a faint smell of blood. The ceiling was not high, and the low pressure seemed to be hanging above his head. He felt trapped in it and felt suffocated .

How could you dream of these?

Song Jing sneered secretly, as expected after three days and three nights of sleepless nights, she lost her energy and thought about it like this.

He wanted to raise his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, but he blushed slightly. Could it be that he had a slight tendency to be masochistic in his subconscious?

The corners of her lips were raised in self-deprecating, Song Jing suddenly felt a throbbing pain in her wrist, she couldn't lift her hand after moving a bit, the thick iron chain rattled, and Song Jing felt the bone-chilling coldness on her arm.

He couldn't help shivering, his narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and he lowered his head slowly, such a simple movement also brought a dull pain in his shoulder and neck.

The iron cables with thick arms went around his legs, hands and waist respectively, fixing him in a large shape on the wall.The material of the iron chain is very good, it should be made of cold iron, and it exudes an astonishing chill when it touches the skin through a layer of clothes.

Song Jing tried to move her body, and the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow slowly became clear in her mind.

It hurts.It hurts.

Song Jing bit her lip all of a sudden, he couldn't think of other words to express his current feelings.There is one word lingering in my mind, it hurts so much.

The pain seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, wave after wave spread to the whole body, Song Jing clenched her fist tightly, this is not a dream, definitely not a dream, the damn pain is so severe, it is a dream that has woken up long ago Bar.

Who is dealing with him?

Song Jing quickly recalled the enemy in his head, no one would know his address.Song Jing is a senior hacker, cunning rabbits and three caves. Before he fell asleep, he happened to hide in one of the dens and cooperated with his American friend Ken to invade the Pentagon. For three days without sleep, cigarettes and coffee, five fingers dancing on the keyboard , finally retreated from the whole body, his spirit has been exhausted to the point of exhaustion, and the brain is suffering from sharp neurological pain.Closing his dry eyes, he lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep, leaving only the room full of smoke.

At this moment, the expression on Song Jing's face has long been distorted, and the original scab on the lower lip was opened again, and bright red blood flowed out.

"Brother, brother, how are you? Don't scare me, brother—"

A thin and weak voice came from the shadows in the corner. Song Jing barely raised her eyelids to look over there, only to find a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl bound to the wall like him, with a quiet and delicate face pale Pale, eyes full of panic, staring at himself anxiously.

He opened his mouth, and just called out a weak "sister".

Shocked by her own subconscious behavior, Song Jing suddenly realized that the clothes she and the girl were wearing were not common tops and trousers, but similar to the long gown and Confucian skirts in TV dramas in ancient costumes, and her whole body became cold——

This is, crossed?

He looked at his restrained body again, and finally found the shrunken boy's body belatedly.Song Jing is actually 24 years old, but now this body is about 14 years old, a full ten years younger.

Travel to ancient times.Song Jing shook his head weakly, not to mention how he, a computer hacker, lived in an era without electricity. With the current situation, I don’t know who the owner of this body has offended. Now the torture is all up to him It's hard to say whether he can live to see the sun tomorrow after suffering for him.

With a sigh in his heart, Song Jing cheered up and smiled at the girl: "Hey, what's your name?"

The girl's big black eyes widened in surprise, and she cried: "Brother, I am Hongli, Hongli, you, don't scare me..." Before she finished speaking, her face turned pale again .

Red and red.

The name was on the lips, and there was always an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Song Jing was in a daze. For a moment, she seemed to see this little girl with her hands on her hips in the shape of a teapot, her big eyes were like water, her skin was delicate and healthy pink, watery. With a small moist mouth, a generous and lovely bun, a bright red chicken heart-shaped jade on her forehead, and a thin silver chain buried in her temples, fiercely reprimanding rows of boys and girls who are much taller than her , a lively appearance.

younger sister.

There is no reason, his heart told him, this