July and a half

Halfway through Chapter 4, the reply came.

Click to open.

"Is the title not clear enough? When I write about death, it is also applicable during life. I want to know the meaning of a person's life and what supports a person to live."

Chen Lun couldn't help smiling, and this time he replied.

"The author, you said that you want to know the meaning of life and the motivation to support a person's life, so you mean that you didn't know this before writing this article? Then what are the bits and pieces you wrote? You Do you know that your purposeless narration will only waste the reader's time."

It was a long time again, and the past life did not reply.

"I don't think what I write is meaningless. These are my thoughts. Since they exist, there is a certain reason. Everyone's thoughts are different. When you see what I think, it feels like deja vu. Still haven’t thought about it at all? Don’t my thoughts inspire you at all? I’m actually looking forward to the readers’ communication when I write this article. The readers are so indifferent that even criticism is unwilling to leave a trace. Therefore, I am very grateful that you can stand up and speak out."

Looking at such a passage, Chen Lun didn't know what to say.

He felt that the author was a bit self-righteous and pitiful. No one left a comment. Of course, his article was not attractive, and the readers were indifferent?

He certainly didn't see the fanaticism of readers at the end, even Chen Lun himself once spent a lot of money for his favorite novels.

However, Chen Lun was not interested in saying anything more. With a little pity, he threw a thunderbolt at the dead Wen, and then left silently.

Seeing the "thank you" reply from the past life, Chen Lun silently said "goodbye" in his heart, and then left decisively.

He thought he would forget about this inexplicable author and the inexplicable article, but Chen Lun didn't expect that a week later, he would click on that article again.

The reason Chen Lun gave himself was that he had been flustered for too long, and nothing had caught his eyes, so he paid a little attention to such a tasteless article, but it left a certain impression on him.

He skillfully searched for "After Death", this article has been updated to Chapter 17.

Chen Lun took a careful look at the data of this article. Except for his own comments, no one else paid attention to this article.

I don't know if it's self-abuse, Chen Lun found the place where he read last time, and read on.

After reading a chapter intermittently, Chen Lun usually leaves a message immediately after completing the task, "Score."

The past life seems to have been waiting at the other end of the network, almost instant reply, "hi, you are here again."

Chen Lun, who had nothing special to do, continued to read, and then left a comment at the end, "Score."

The reply in this past life was, "Are you busy these days?"

Chen Lun ignored it.

After reading another chapter, Chen Lun threw a landmine. When he threw it, he had the illusion that he was giving alms to a poor puppy.

Reincarnated, "Thank you for your reincarnation, it was a waste."

In this way, for several days in a row, Chen Lun was reading this article that he didn't like very much.

Every meaningless comment can receive a reply from the past life. Sometimes he will take the opportunity to ask Chen Lun what he thinks of the text, and sometimes it is just a greeting. More often, they seem to be chatting in this way.

It's just that most of the topics were started by reincarnation, and then there was no response from Chen Lun.

Chen Lun seemed a little aloof. In fact, he was just not very interested in this article, and he was not very interested in the author of the past.

The reason why I have been here all the time is probably enjoying a kind of uniqueness. He is the only reader of this author. Now the latest chapter of the past life has almost zero hits. Chen Lun even doubts whether the occasional extra hits will be all I ordered it myself.

Chen Lun can feel that the past life is waiting for him every day. Sometimes he will comment late on purpose, or even not comment on a certain day. Sure enough, the next time he appears under the article of the past life, he will receive inquiries from the other party, such as "Are you busy recently?" ? If you are busy, don’t read the text, the text is always here and won’t run away :)”

This simple expression is also a speaking characteristic of past lives.

Chen Lun was as cold as ever.

Finally, seeing that Chen Lun was about to catch up with the progress of the old life, the old life himself seemed a little anxious. After seeing Chen Lun's comment, he immediately asked him, "Do you want to add a QQ?"

Chen Lun hadn't thought about further communication before, and it seemed that the main reason was that he thought the other party might be a man, and it wouldn't be a big deal to know him. If it was a girl, he could occasionally tease him.However, since the reincarnation was mentioned, Chen Lun did not refuse, and left a string of his own QQ numbers.

Chen Lun soon received an application for adding friends from the past life. The number of QQ numbers is quite small. There are four suns. It seems to be a large number, and the nickname is the past life.

Chen Lun habitually flipped through the other party's profile. There was nothing special about it. He was male, aged 27, and the space was blank.

One year younger than Chen Lun.

After Chen Lun agreed with his friend, he didn't say anything.

On the contrary, Xiangsheng took the initiative to say hello, "Hi, I am Xiangsheng."

Chen Lun thought to himself that I am not blind, your nickname is written on it.

But he replied, "Well, I know."

A message from a past life, "What are you doing?"

In fact, Chen Lun has always hated people asking what he is doing, because most of the time he is doing nothing and doing nothing.

Originally, he wanted to ignore the words of the past, but the person on the other side continued to speak.

"I just ate, and I'm a little full."

Chen Lun replied, "Oh."

Reincarnation, "Then I won't bother you."

Chen Lun, "Yes."

The avatar of the past life was gray, Chen Lun glanced at it and closed the chat box without interest.

From then on, Chen Lun's QQ became noisy.

Sometimes the reincarnation would ask Chen Lun some irrelevant things, which Chen Lun would mostly ignore.

Sometimes when the latest chapter is updated, Chen Lun will be specially notified, telling him that if you have time, you can read it.

What Chen Lun lacked most was time. After receiving such news, most of them would just read the article directly.

It's just that recently, Chen Lunxin found an article, and he was a little excited to read it.

So the text of the past life gradually neglected.

In the past, at any rate, I could still insist on reading word by word. Although I didn't understand what I said after reading it, I read every word and every punctuation at any rate.

But these days he almost skipped and watched, ten lines at a glance.

And this day was even more exaggerated, he dragged it to the end of the article and dropped a landmine to settle the matter.

Thinking about it carefully, he also felt that his behavior was a bit pathological.

If you don't like it, why throw thunder?Nowhere to spend the money or something.

Since you don't reply to most of the messages from the past life, why do you read every one?Then deliberately left out.

Chen Lun didn't think too much about it, maybe he subconsciously just regarded the past life as a companion.

☆, readers

They often chat in one direction, and in the few words of the past life, Chen Lun has a vague concept of the image of the past life bit by bit.

After smashing the thunder and chasing the update of the favorite article, Chen Lun clicked on the comment reply of the past life.

"Samsara, have you read the latest chapter?"

Chen Lun replied, "It's all thunder, what do you think."

It is rare that there is no reply in the past life.

Chen Lun was puzzled for a while, and couldn't help but click on that chapter to update it.

Seeing the middle, I finally saw the clues. As I said before, the No.1 name is used for the past life, so when Chen Lun reads his articles, he often feels that he is listening to the confession of the past life.

Now when he saw the middle of the article, he was writing seriously. He felt that he had a bad life recently, and sometimes he was in a trance, as if he was not alive.He is waiting every day, waiting for someone to come.He pays attention to that person all the time, and cares about that person's every move.He knew that person was not only concerned about himself, he felt lost...

He wrote at the end that he wanted to meet that person, but he didn't know if that person agreed.

Chen Lun stared at the screen for a while, and he could see that the person he was talking about in his previous life was himself.

Chen Lun frowned, wondering if he was sensitive, he always felt that the feelings of the past were a bit wrong, or it seemed to be too much.

He was upset and read the latest chapter again, and he couldn't figure out why he was flustered.

If it is because of being treated with sticky feelings by a man, if he hates it, he can disappear in front of the past life without saying a word.

But he didn't want to.

The reason Chen Lun gave himself was that he was just used to the existence of the past.

Chen Lun was too lazy to think about it, so he turned off the computer and went to sleep directly.

That night, perhaps because of his thoughts, Chen Lun actually had a dream that was too clear.

He dreamed of the afterlife.

In the dream, the past life was dressed in white and white trousers, with smooth hair, and looked like a college student.

Standing in front of Chen Lun, he smiled shyly, then he tiptoed and kissed Chen Lun's mouth.

Chen Lun's face turned red all of a sudden, he pushed the past life away in a panic, and fell out of the dream.

The reincarnation in the dream did not say that he was the reincarnation, but Chen Lun knew it was him.

In the dark, Chen Lun wiped off the sweat on his back, got up and went to the bathroom.

It was only when he got up that he realized that his lower body was sticky. Chen Lun lifted his belt in embarrassment. Enduring the discomfort, he quickly took off his pants and threw them aside.

It was not yet twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Chen Lun did go to bed early.

After taking a battle shower, Chen Lun picked up his phone and glanced at it. There was a QQ message from his past life, "Are you asleep?"

Chen Lun suddenly felt that the past life was simply obsessed with him.Because even he himself felt that he treated the past life too coldly, but the past life persevered and took the initiative to contact him every day.

Chen Lun recalled his previous dream, and suddenly had a slight expectation for another person to appear in his life.

It's just that he wasn't sure if he could really accept a man, so he just stared at the phone for a long time. Chen Lun sighed and put the phone aside.

The next day, it was almost a repeat day.

Chen Lun never touched his cell phone, nor did he read the articles on past lives.

After finishing the new article a little distracted, I suddenly didn't know what to do.

He finally picked up his mobile phone, and he saw the news of his passing away.

"I have updated a new chapter, you can read it when you have time."

Chen Lun then went to read the article on the past life.

He found that the way of narrating the past life seemed to have changed, how should I put it, it just became a little more cheerful.

The previous text was monotonous and boring, and even the author's mood was like a pool of stagnant water.

And now the past life seems to suddenly come alive, even if it is a monotonous narration of daily life, he can detect a trace of sweetness in his heart.

Chen Lun was suddenly a little puzzled. Was this feeling similar to being in love really brought about by him?

Obviously...Chen Lun didn't give any hints to the past life, why is the past life so happy?

Or... Is it because I misunderstood it?Is the past life really meaningless to yourself?

Chen Lun was inexplicably depressed.

After holding back for a long time, he simply left a message to ask the past life, "Are you in love?"

Although a little mindless.

The past life still returns quickly, "almost."

Chen Lun really wanted to ask who he was with, but he was afraid that he would say "with you" in the past life and that it would not be him in the past life.

After hesitating for a while, Chen Lun heard the phone vibrate.

Chen Lun, who has been neglected for a hundred years, has passed away without receiving greetings from others.

"Samsara, I want to see you."

Chen Lun's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a little weird.

His fingers moved, and he wanted to type to ask him, do you know that I am a man?

But then I thought that I had never said that I was a woman, and all the information showed that I was a man.

After hesitating for a while, the phone suddenly vibrated crazily.

Chen Lun looked at his phone in a hurry, and there was only one message on the pop-up box on the screen.

"Samsara, I want to see you."

It took Chen Lun a while to realize that this was past life swiping the screen.

He hurriedly entered the chat page a little anxiously, but the information was still being refreshed at a fast frequency, all of which were repeated content.

Chen Lun was shocked to find that in such a short period of time, the past life had sent thousands of repeated messages.

He quickly sent a meaningless punctuation mark, followed by an unpleasant question.

"What are you doing?"

There was no answer from the other side, but there was a knock on the door.

Chen Lun got up to answer the door, looked through the cat's eyes, but saw no one.

He opened the door and looked around, but it didn't look like anyone had been there.

Chen Lun wondered, did he hear wrong?

Picking up the phone again, I saw that there was a new news of the past life on it.

"it's me."

Chen Lun was confused, "What are you?"

There is no return in this life.

Chen Lun waited for a long time, and the room was silent.

He took a breath, and for some reason, he felt that he was breathing deliberately.

He suddenly looked sideways vigilantly, but there was nothing beside him, only air.

Chen Lun shuddered inexplicably, and always felt that there was an extra person in the room.

He remembered the sentence in his past life, "It's me."

Could it be the person who knocked on the door?

After a while, Chen Lun broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.

He got up and went to the bathroom, locked the door, and left hot water for a long time.

With his clothes off and standing in the small space, he felt a little safer.

In the middle of washing, there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.

Chen Lun turned around suddenly, staring at the door with wide eyes.

The not-so-transparent glass door vaguely reflected the outline of a human figure outside the door, which almost stuck to the door, as if peeping at Chen Lun.

Chen Lun boldly shouted, "Who?"

The shadow outside the door moved, and then his voice came in clearly.

"Reincarnation, hello, I am the past life."

Chen Lun was too shocked to move.

The past life was a little farther away from the door, and then whispered to Chen Lun.

"Reincarnation, I am a dead person. I have forgotten everything before I was alive, and you gave me a new life. If I had many readers, I would be everyone's, and I will write articles for everyone forever. But I only have you as a reader, so I is yours."

Chen Lun in the bathroom trembled and fell to the ground with a bang.

He grabbed something awkwardly and tried to stand up again, but he felt a pair of cold hands.

Passing his hands through Chen Lun's armpits, his chin was resting on Chen Lun's neck, he sniffed with nostalgia and happiness, and then whispered.

"Samsara, thank you."

Chen Lun folded his arms a little stiffly, and lightly touched the white clothes of the deceased.

He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the choked sobs in his chest.She moved her lips almost in disbelief, "Wow..."

Chen Lun's college roommate Li Chenwang, everyone called him Wang Wang, was also Chen Lun's best buddy back then.

It's just that in his senior year, Li Chenwang went to an off-campus internship and never came back.

An accident happened in his unit, Li Chenwang and seven people died.

I still remember the day when I was parting from junior high school, Li Chenwang hugged Chen Lun's neck tightly, and suddenly whispered in his ear, "You are my only..."

Chen Lun pushed Li Chenwang away in astonishment, but the other party added with a smile, "Friend of..."

Chen Lun pushed Li Chen Wang speechlessly, "Fuck you."

Li Chenwang quickly kissed Chen Lun on the cheek, "See you on the day of graduation!"

Chen Lun wiped his face pretending to be disgusted, "Get out of here, never see you again!"

The result became a truth.

After Li Chenwang's death, Chen Lun completely fell into a chaotic life.

It's not because of Li Chenwang that he gave up on himself so much, but there is also a reason.

He thought, life is short, and life is lost as soon as it is lost.

That being the case, why do human beings embarrass themselves, force themselves, and make themselves suffer?

He might as well just stay at home with peace of mind, savor and enjoy every day by himself.

A few years have passed, and I can't say whether I really enjoyed it, but the extreme spiritual depravity is true.

However, Chen Lun never thought of changing the status quo.

However, on this day, he met the deceased Li Chenwang?

He suddenly remembered the dream a few days ago, when he only felt his heart beating faster, but he didn't realize that it was Li Chenwang's face.

Li Chenwang separated from the embracing state, he looked at Chen Lun's moist eyes, and said to him.

"In the past, I wrote articles for you to read. In the future, I will show you myself."

Chen Lun fixedly looked at Li Chenwang's face.

Li Chenwang covered Chen Lun's eyes, closed them at the same time, and kissed Chen Lun's lips reverently.

A few days later, Chen Lun tried to search for the author's death at the destination, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a trace.

He couldn't help but turned his head and asked the person lying under the sheet, "Did you commit suicide under a pseudonym?"

The other party glanced at the computer in a daze, shook his head, "No."

Chen Lun went to look at Li Chenwang's QQ account again, but found that there was no past life among his friends, but the profile picture of Li Chenwang, who was always gray, was exactly the same as the past life, a boy with a hat that came with the system.And the information shows that the male, 27 years old, the space is blank...

【End】

☆, rice worm

The author has something to say: Well, this article is a bit...abstract?

Still a little jingle? (…)

Happy eating. (*^__^*)

Is love like bread?Over time, it deteriorates...

Xiaomi's real name is not Xiaomi, but Qiu gave him the name.

Because Qiu told Xiaomi back then that he was Qiu's unique rice bug.

Michong used to be a very affectionate name, but now...it has become a shameful burden.

Qiu has been under a lot of pressure recently.

Xiaomi and Qiu lived together in the house rented by Qiu, and the conditions were somewhat poor.Xiaomi still remembers the faint shame and anticipation for the future hidden in his eyes when Qiu told him about the house.

They moved in together that day, as if they were newcomers entering the bridal chamber for the first time.

Although that night was not their first time, there was a wonderful feeling flowing between them.

Xiaomi kissed Qiu's eyes, Qiu's neck, he touched Qiu's whole body, and hugged Qiu tightly.

At that time, there was a kind of emotion in Xiaomi's heart that almost overwhelmed him. He thought to himself, how can this person be so good?

How could he like Qiu so much.

Day by day, the two of them lived in this house.

Qiu left early and returned late, getting more and more tired every day.

Xiaomi stayed at home peacefully waiting for Qiu, and played games when bored.

But tonight, when Qiu came back, Xiaomi felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

When Qiu opened the door, he didn't immediately change his shoes and walk in, but stood at the door and looked at Xiaomi steadily.

In order to save electricity, Xiaomi usually does not turn on the light unless it is turned on, so at this time Qiu was standing at the door, and when Xiaomi looked over, he could only see a dark shadow standing there.

But Xiaomi knew it was Qiu, so Xiaomi didn't feel scared.Xiaomi called Qiu anxiously, "Qiu, you are back."

Qiu didn't answer Xiaomi, and still stood there straight.

Xiaomi got up from the chair in front of the computer, walked to Qiu's side lightly, stood in front of Qiu, and looked into Qiu's eyes.

Xiaomi asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Qiu suddenly pushed Xiaomi away, and walked into the room without looking back.

Xiaomi looked at the ground, always feeling that there might be overlapping footprints of Qiu stepping on it.

Xiaomi stood silently at the door for a while, then quietly walked to the bathroom door and looked at the closed door.

There was the sound of rushing water inside, and Qiu was taking a bath.

Xiaomi really wanted to ask Qiu what happened, whether it was because of work.

But Xiaomi had a hunch, Qiu didn't want to hear anything from Xiaomi.

Xiaomi is a little bit sad, but this sadness is too humble, maybe Xiaomi doesn't deserve to be sad at all.

Xiaomi froze for a while, and Qiu had already come out.

Qiu didn't even look at Xiaomi, he went directly into the bedroom and got under the quilt.

Xiaomi walked to the door of the bedroom, gently closed the door, and retreated to the living room.

Their only computer was placed in the living room. Qiu said before that if Xiaomi was playing games there, he would be able to see Xiaomi as soon as he entered the room after get off work.

Xiaomi could almost recall the feeling of kissing Qiu after he said this at that time.

A little sweet, a little warm.

Xiaomi reopened the game interface in a daze, staring at the colorful screen and dazed again.

The room is very dark, only the computer screen is emitting a faint light.

Suddenly, Xiaomi was startled by a loud noise.

Xiaomi turned his head, and Qiu was standing at the door looking at Xiaomi.

He was like a life-threatening ghost, hanging there full of resentment.

Xiaomi kept turning his head and looked at Qiu, even though Xiaomi couldn't see Qiu's face clearly in the dark.

Neither of them said a word, and it was strange how they were silent with each other.

But Xiaomi didn't break the silence, he didn't dare.

Finally, Qiu Xian spoke.

His tone was very aggressive, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong.

He yelled at Xiaomi, "Why don't you fucking sleep in the middle of the night."

Xiaomi remained silent, he thought, Qiu's tone was a bit sinister.

Qiu suddenly walked over with big strides, and Xiaomi couldn't help shrinking back, pushing herself closer to the chair.

But Xiaomi didn't go away, even if Qiu would rush up and kick him, Xiaomi would not go away.

Qiu did rush over, and really stretched out his feet.

It's just that Qiu kicked not Xiaomi, but the computer host.

With a "boom", the host screamed and broke.

In a trance, there seemed to be a small electric current flowing rapidly.

Qiu was still puzzled, he slapped all the odds and ends on the table to the ground, and then he started kicking around like crazy.

Xiaomi's heart beat up and down following these movements, he was afraid and sad.

Anger drains both mental and physical energy.

Qiu finally stopped his movements slowly, and then he took a heavy breath, sat down on the ground, and his whole body hunched up.

Xiaomi looked at Qiu softly and listened to his cries.

Xiaomi suddenly thought, this is not the first time that Qiu has gone out of order like this.

Just a few days ago, it was the same late night.

As soon as Qiu entered the room, he saw Xiaomi for the first time, rushed up immediately, turned off the computer with a "slap", then turned his head to look at Xiaomi angrily, and said to Xiaomi, "Play, play, play, you Damn you just know how to play! What's the use of your life?"

Xiaomi admitted that Qiu's words hurt him, but Xiaomi also had to admit that Qiu was right.

The source of income for the two of them comes entirely from Qiu, and now, Qiu's company has gone bankrupt.

The pressure from the outside world almost crushed Qiu.

And what Xiaomi did was to drag Qiu down, and did not help Qiu in the slightest.

Maybe at this time Qiu was thinking, cruel life, where have you taken me?

And Xiaomi was silently thinking, cruel life, where did you take my lover?

Xiaomi stood up and turned around aimlessly.

At this moment, Qiu suddenly looked up at Xiaomi, his eyes were dry and tired, and they were filled with red.

Qiu said to Xiaomi hoarsely, "Xiaomi, let's break up."

Xiaomi suddenly stopped his unconscious movements, and looked at Qiu incomprehensibly.

It seemed that Qiu felt relaxed after saying it, and the pressure on his chest was lifted away lightly, spinning, and he was about to leave soon.

With a cruel heart, he continued to say to Xiaomi, "Xiaomi, I'm sorry, I can't hold on anymore."

He said, "I can't afford you anymore."

Xiaomi's expression was serious and innocent, and he asked Qiu, "Then can I go out to work? I don't want you to raise me anymore, let's work hard together."

But Qiu shook his head, and he said dejectedly, "I can't bear it, I don't want to see you working hard in front of my eyes. I ruined you, and I don't want to see you continue to ruin with my own eyes."

Xiaomi asked, "Then what are you going to do? You don't want me anymore, you don't want to fight with me, do you want me to leave you, in a place where you can't see, or linger on, or even beg, as long as I'm not in front of you Yeah?"

Qiu always listened to Xiaomi's words quietly, his eyes were unusually bright.

Qiu Jiu didn't respond to Xiaomi's words for a long time, and Xiaomi suddenly understood that this silence was not an acquiescence, but that he had other plans.

Xiaomi asked in disbelief, "What on earth do you want? Do you want to kill me?"

This sentence was blurted out, but when it really came out, Xiaomi found that he had accidentally said it right.

Qiu looked at Xiaomi with strange eyes, as if he was holding an invisible knife in his hand.

Xiaomi said, "Ah..."

He just felt a little bewildered.

Qiu also stood up, and his figure swayed a little bit closer to Xiaomi.

Xiaomi couldn't help but backed away until he reached the wall, and there was no way back.

Xiaomi looked at Qiu closely, his eyes full of sadness.

He muttered to himself, "I don't understand...Qiu, wake up..."

Qiu said, "I'm sober, Xiaomi. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have you, and I shouldn't have promised you a bright future. I couldn't do it at all. Now I've reached my limit, and I can't hold on any longer. I beg you, my good Xiaomi, don't struggle, it will be fine after a while, after the pain is over, everything will be over, you don't have to endure the pain of life anymore..."

Qiu's hand had already firmly grabbed Xiaomi's neck.

Xiaomi raised his neck high, his neck was hurting, his head was dizzy, and his lungs were stuffy in protest.

But his limbs hang down unconsciously as if they were collapsed, as if he no longer has any strength.

Qiu's hands became tighter and tighter, and at the last moment, Xiaomi's survival instinct drove him to raise his arms to push back.

However, his strength is small after all, he opened his mouth at the last moment of his life, as if he had something to say.

He did fail to say a word, he wanted to ask Qiu, I'm dead, what about you?What should you do?

It's a pity that he has lost consciousness, so he doesn't know what will happen to Qiu after his death.

Qiu hugged the silent Xiaomi with his eyes closed, he stared at Xiaomi's face for a while and then smiled inexplicably.

In the end, his laughter kept getting longer and longer, as if it had turned into a crying sound.

He couldn't remember how long he had been crying, he only knew that when the dawn came in from the window, the warm sunlight irritated his eyes.

He turned his head and stared out of the window for a while, then suddenly picked up Xiaomi and walked towards the window.

Open the window, the air at high altitude is a bit cold.

Qiu wiped his tear-stained face with his hands, looked down at the far downstairs, and climbed to the window sill without hesitation.

He hugged Xiaomi with one arm, and grabbed the window frame with the other.

He raised his face, facing the bleak morning sun, and smiled nervously.

Then, caught off guard, his smile disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even the people who led him also disappeared in front of the window.

He didn't bring Xiaomi with him, before he jumped down, he let go of his hands, and jumped down alone coldly.

The inconspicuous dust was stirred up on the ground, and the people sleeping on the dust would never wake up again.

Xiaomi who was lying on the floor upstairs suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling for a while, and then he suddenly got up from the ground.

He hurried all the way from the eleventh floor to the first floor, there was no way, the building they were in was too old, there was not even an elevator.Moreover, there was another demolition recently, and those who should have moved had already been moved away. There were almost only two living people left nearby, Xiaomi and Qiu.

When Xiaomi stood outside the first floor, there was no one outside, only a dead man lying on the ground.

Xiaomi looked around cautiously, and after confirming that no one was around, he rushed to Qiu's body and dragged Qiu back to the old building.

Xiaomi carried Qiu on his back, hugged Qiu, and carried Qiu on his shoulders.

He has never been so tired as today.

But he couldn't stop.

He had to take Qiu home and not let anyone see him, otherwise Qiu would be taken away and Xiaomi would never see him again.

Xiaomi finally brought Qiu back to their humble love nest.

He let out a long breath of relief, and suddenly sat on the ground and hugged Qiu Wuwu and cried.

She fell asleep when she was tired from crying, and when she woke up, she hugged Qiu in a daze.

After two or three days of such darkness, Xiaomi began to feel that his body could not bear it anymore.

He was very hungry and they didn't have anything to eat in the house.

Xiaomi even dreamed of eating a big meal in his dreams, and he could be woken up alive in his dreams.

He was really hungry, and in a drowsy dream, Xiaomi ate something substantial.

It was delicious, and it was prepared by Qiu himself.

Xiaomi reluctantly woke up from the dream, he smacked his mouth, and suddenly noticed that his mouth was bloody.

Xiaomi lowered his head, Qiu's arm was bloody, and bones hidden in the flesh could be seen on the wrist.

Xiaomi was stunned, he wrinkled his nose and sniffed carefully, he found that Qiu was smelling a little bit.

He couldn't tolerate this kind of thing happening, he was afraid that Qiu would rot a little bit, his face would be beyond recognition, and the sour smell of rotting flesh would fill the whole house.

Rather than that, it's better to eat Qiu in advance.

Put Qiu's whole body into his body, this method couldn't be better.

Xiaomi's eyes were bright, he took Qiu's other intact arm, opened his mouth to reveal his bloodshot teeth, and bit down hard.

Later, Qiu was eaten by Xiaomi, and Xiaomi sat alone in the dark bedroom muttering, playing with Qiu's bones over and over in his hands.

Xiaomi thought to himself, what should I do next.

Qiu was eaten up, but he was still hungry.

Xiaomi shifted his gaze to the flesh on his body.

Xiaomi stripped herself naked and washed herself clean.

Then he sat on the floor and started eating himself.

He started with his own foot, ate his left foot, ate his left calf.

Then the right foot, the right calf.

Next came the two thighs, his ass, his dick. chicken, his waist, his breasts.

One of his arms is gone, and the other arm is connected to his hand, which is pressed to his head.

His head is gone, his neck is gone, his forehead and his face are gone.

All that remained of him was a hand with long arms and a mouth.

He couldn't think anymore, he didn't know where the things he ate went.

The stomach has long been gone, and the esophagus has long been eaten, so where did those things go?

Xiaomi ignored those, he stuffed his remaining hand into his mouth, and then sent it into his long arm.

In the end, all his teeth fell out, and Xiaomi ate himself up.

He disappeared, where did he go?

Xiaomi suddenly opened his eyes.

Surrounded by warm blankets, there was a person lying on top of his body.

The man kissed Xiaomi's face tenderly, and his hands crawled up and down the muscles on Xiaomi's side.

Finally, Qiu's hand rested on Xiaomi Rourou's buttocks, pinched it again and again, and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Xiaomi shook his head in a daze.

Qiu Nuannuan smiled, and then he kissed Xiaomi on the face again, and whispered to him, "Will you come with me? Leave this house, and I will support you from now on. You don't have to do anything, You just have to follow me and be my exclusive rice bug. Xiaomi... I will call you Xiaomi from now on, how about you? We sleep together like this every day, and no matter what time, I can hold you tightly... Xiaomi, Xiaomi, can you nod your head?"

As if being bewitched by some kind, Xiaomi's head tapped slightly.

However, before he clicked on it, Xiaomi suddenly came back to his senses.

No, this scene, isn't this the scene before Qiu took him away ten years ago?

That's when they started living together.

At the beginning of the period, life was still very good, but as time passed, Qiu's life appeared in economic crisis, and in the end, Qiu killed himself, and then committed suicide by jumping off the building...

Xiaomi pushed Qiu out and shook his head very firmly.

Qiu looked at Xiaomi in disbelief, and he said helplessly, "You...I thought you liked me too..."

Xiaomi didn't say a word, he looked down at his skin that was ten years younger, and searched for his clothes without hesitation, and put them all back on.

Qiu looked at Xiaomi's actions helplessly, as if he suddenly didn't recognize this innocent-looking big boy in front of him.

After Xiaomi finished dressing, she turned her head and took a deep look at Qiu, saying goodbye to him, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

Qiu subconsciously grabbed Xiaomi's hand, but it was a pity that it was empty.

Xiaomi stepped back a little bit and told firmly