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to be continued. (Eh? How is it possible?! Hehe, this time it’s the ENDING of Zun~)

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The author has something to say: According to the original process, in fact, in the last volume, Xia Jun will die because of his attachment to the demon.

☆、The days with Mo Ran

This is many years later, everything has been washed away, and I began to re-examine and face the hidden feelings bit by bit...

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The toilet tank was broken and after several repairs I couldn't do anything about it except to have the repairman come and see it during the week.Before that, in order not to cause the tragedy of flooding the bathroom, I had to use a small plastic bucket to catch the dripping water.

Every night, the sound of dripping water in the bathroom complements the silence around, and there is always an indescribably weird feeling, so when this time comes, Mo Ran will come out of the room.

She hugged the pillow, her eyes were sleepy, and the messy pajamas were indescribably pitiful...

"Alan, I'm scared, you come and stay with me."

That's what she always says, and then she sits on the edge of the couch and grabs one of my arms trying to pull me up.

At first, I wasn't too happy after she disturbed my lucid dreams, but then...damn it!I actually found that I had undoubtedly begun to look forward to this little episode of the night!

At first, it was like a father sleeping with his daughter, or a helpless brother accompanying his stubborn sister. Mo Ran's requests were often beyond my ability to resist.But in terms of our age, I can't be her father, and of course, I don't want to be her brother either... Maybe only I know what I want.

When I lay down with her and stroked her head, she behaved a bit like Zhao Boyang's cat named Bei Ke'er. She would always rub into my arms, and then she was defenseless. fall asleep.

Mo Ran's sleeping appearance is unexpectedly quiet, which is quite different from her usual nervous and quirky personality.

In fact, ever since I shared the bed with Mo Ran, I have never been able to fall asleep. I always wait until the daytime to catch up on sleep secretly in the library. I don’t know why, but I just want to look at her, and then Watch it all night.

I once laughed at Mo Ran because of her timidity and fear of gods and ghosts. It seems understandable for other girls to be afraid of these things, but she was ignored by me a lot because of Mo Yan's relationship.

I remember that once Wen Jie came to visit Wen Tao from J City, and it happened that he had something to do that day. As an old acquaintance, I took Mo Ran who lives in my house to receive him. It was also that time that I found out that Mo Ran had So afraid of ghosts.

"I heard that there is a haunted house in S City, which is very scary. If my brother doesn't accompany me, you can take me there."

When Wen Jie said this, I didn't notice Mo Ran's pale face.However, after entering, she held my hand so tightly...

"scared?"

I asked casually, and looked up---Wen Jie had already walked a long way, as if she followed an actor in white in the haunted house.

"Won't……"

I saw that she lowered her head very low, and her whole body was almost leaning on my body. When she finally saw the light again, that posthumous look was not fake.

She is also afraid of ghosts?I couldn't believe this discovery at the time.

After living together for a long time, I slowly began to pay attention to Mo Ran's words and deeds, and realized that this girl is not only very afraid of ghosts, but also has a head full of fantasies. She is almost sensitive to everything. The wind and the grass can also arouse her imagination, a stupid child who keeps scaring herself, that's it.

"Alan, what do you think if I opened the curtains in the middle of the night and found something lying on my window?..."

I started to hear more and more about such worries and problems, same as my impatience when she started waking me up in the middle of the night, I was a little disgusted with her worries at first, maybe due to various problems I couldn't show it, But I really never cared about it.

You know, she is Mo Yan's sister... how can a biological sister who lives on ghosts and ghosts be afraid of ghosts!More importantly, Mo Yan and I began to oppose each other, which made me more or less jealous and hostile towards Mo Ran.

"Alan I'm really scared, stop watching this stuff..."

I finally had a small outburst when she stopped me for the first time in my private affairs...

"Miss! What exactly do you want? If you are really scared, you can call now and ask your brother to write a Zhang Fu and send it, okay?"

A week after that, I moved out of my rented house and temporarily lived in Zhao Boyang's place. During the holidays, Zhao Boyang and our group of friends gathered together, and there was a lot of trouble almost every night.

"Let me tell you...how come you don't know how to be sympathetic to women and jade? Girls don't like rough men!"

Jiang Qiutong, who claims to be a playboy, gave me the middle finger after hearing what I did.

Contemptuously said: "Gentleman! Do you understand!"

People who don't know must think that he is very knowledgeable, but in fact, only the few of us who grew up together know that Jiang Qiutong is actually the guy who has the least say in the relationship between men and women. His appearance is frivolous and his heart is innocent. I'm crazy, and when I see a girl talking, I feel upside down and my hands tremble...

Naturally, I'm really not much better, but it's just another synonym for duplicity...

"He angered Mo Ran because he didn't like Mo Yan." At this moment, Zhao Boyang explained his confusion.

Then he glanced at me again, and said to me: "But you'd better go back quickly, Mo Ran doesn't need to pretend to be pitiful with you, she might be really scared."

Compared with Jiang Qiutong's simplicity and innocence, and Zhao Boyang's delicate thoughts, I am definitely the most scumbag!

That's right, after listening to Zhao Boyang's words and going back, I realized what kind of result my willful impulse almost led to!

As soon as the door was opened, the person curled up on the sofa poked out her head from the quilt that was wrapped like a big cocoon. She saw me, and she was so numb that she didn't seem like a living thing.

She watched me change shoes from the entrance with a blank face, watched me approaching her with a blank face, and then suddenly attacked me like a small animal with agility and speed...

Mo Ran and Bei Ke'er are indeed very similar...

"How dare you leave me alone! What did I do to you!"

"My brother entrusted me to your care, and that's how you take care of me!?"

Mo Ran jumped up and curled up on me, beating my chest, half crying, facing her questioning, I was speechless.

Yes, I'm not very gentleman. If Zhao Boyang and the others saw this scene, they would definitely join Mo Ran's ranks. I'm afraid it won't be as simple as hitting me a few times...

"Sorry, never again," I said.

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Mo Ran is like a cat. The weird elf is lively and active, and she is also stubborn like a cat. She won't tell me if I don't ask, and she may not be able to say it if I ask. Sometimes she says, I But he didn't care.

After that period of childish running-in, I found that I started to treat Mo Ran more and more carefully. If it was someone else who told me his fear and anxiety, I would not care and feel distressed, even if it hurts No one will feel guilty.

But Mo Ran is obviously a magical girl. She aroused my desire to protect and possess. After this battle, I began to care about her feelings, followed her, and coaxed her... To put it aside, this is Impossible.

It can also be said to be serious, Mo Ran taught me what it means to take responsibility and what it means to be responsible. In fact, it is not good to have no heart or desire, because no one will like a person who is indifferent from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Boyang once said: "Although we are close friends, my sense of trust in you is only 60.00%, not because of anything else. This is different from trust. Relying on you will only cause irreparable damage. The reason why I can We become friends because we both know each other's virtues very well."

His words almost always hit the nail on the head, or they were venomous or extremely hurtful, but they truly reflected the situation. He knew the indifference under my suspiciously enthusiastic appearance, and I also knew how hot he was in his almost cold mold, so we He is a friend. I know that he can not only be trusted but also depended on. He also knows that I can trust but not rely too much, because I can’t tell when I let go first, and someone will fall to pieces.

However, times have changed, and now, apart from the passers-by in my life, I began to think about whether I could become more trustworthy to others, such as Mo Ran...

This is a week after the May Day holiday, the toilet tank has finally been repaired, and I finally don’t have to wait for Mo Ran to wake me up in the middle of the night to sleep with her. Inexplicable expectations, but...

"Alan...I can't sleep, can you stay with me?"

I think, at that moment, a brand new door representing love opened to me...

The author has something to say:

☆, Alternative Universe:

A "Listening Classroom" was set up on the "Yinyang Road" section in the outskirts of the city. Those who go there can come here at any time after paying a membership fee of 300 yuan a month and those things that they usually don't want to talk to.

At first, I was just a novelty for a while, as a gadget, but after I started walking into the room separated by a curtain, I became addicted.

I sat outside the curtain, and the people inside the curtain couldn't see me, and I couldn't see him, but it was like this, and the things that had been accumulated in my heart for a long time were released without any pressure.

This is very similar to the way of confessing yourself to the pastor in the church. The form is generally the same, but unfortunately I don’t believe in religion, let alone believe that there is a God in this world. Entering the church is always very repulsive to me. , because ----- I am a persecuted atheist.

Every time the gentleman who listened to my "confession" claimed to be Z, he probably felt like a young man in his 20s through a curtain, and I never told him my real name, so he Always call me Alan.

At that time, it was the trend for students to have foreign names in school, so when calling each other, they often pretended to be coercive and non-Chinese.And this name gradually became my code name outside, but those classmates and friends couldn't remember my real name.On closer inspection, this is also ridiculous.

Today is an afternoon after the college entrance examination results are released, and I will officially leave my youthful years, and this will also be the last time I will come to this "listening classroom" to talk.

In the familiar room, I closed the door and sat down alone. Through the curtain, Jing sat there quietly.

"How was the exam?" Z greeted first.

"It's okay." I replied, not intending to continue this question, just like before, I started to narrate on my own:

"I have always felt that I am not a kind person. So far, I have told countless lies and done many bad things. Those 'bad things' are all imagined by others when they look at the seemingly glamorous me. won't come out."

I started my continuous "confession", and Z's job at this time is often to sit there and listen. He doesn't need to comfort or guide me after the pouring is over.His job is just to listen, nothing more.

"As early as a few years ago, I was still locked up in the school in that small city. Every day, day after day, year after year, the strangeness in my heart had already risen. I have countless eccentricities. , but I always pretend to be normal to the outside world. In the eyes of some people, I may be a fool, a trustworthy person, or a qualified good son... Such evaluations are always far from the real me.

Every time these mixed comments come into my ears, I actually start to long for someone to know my true face.

Although I am now living a superficially happy life here, and although I still maintain those friendly and cheerful appearances, I know that no matter how much I pretend, there will be a day when I will reveal my truth.Something both worrying and exciting happened. Not long ago, the girl in the same class as me accidentally saw another side of me.

I would never have thought that such a girl with a simple appearance would appear in the place where I messed around. This incident shows that everyone hides a dark side.

It wasn't the first time I committed violence there, yelling like a lunatic, relying on my family's privileges to be unscrupulous, and those cronies would never stop me.

Since then, that girl accidentally saw me there, and after I also discovered her, our way of getting along has changed a lot. It can be said that I began to doubt the world I live in even more. But also happy about it.

False world, and phony people... It also proves that I'm not the only one who puts on a cover-up.

The process of interacting with the girl in the same class was actually not very pleasant, but I didn't lose anything.It wasn't until the eve of the college entrance examination that she suddenly appeared at my parents' house that I realized how much effort this woman had made.

A medical certificate issued by the hospital lay quietly on the coffee table, my mother looked at me coldly, and my stepfather didn't intend to intervene in this matter at all.And at that time, I didn't even have the slightest panic...

I said to her, "You give birth to the baby, and then we'll do a paternity test."

After saying this sentence, I will never forget her expression at that time in my life. It was so complicated that I couldn't understand it. Maybe it was just because she was too involved in acting, which made people feel weird.

In fact, the arrogance of my family allowed me to retreat from this matter.That woman still failed to give birth to the child in the end. I saw her take money from my mother with my own eyes, and she never appeared again until after the college entrance examination results were released.

After the college entrance examination, I saw her again one day. She cried miserably when she saw me. The tears all over her face made the makeup on her face look like a ghost. She turned around and entered the room without saying a word to me. Leaving the teaching building --- then, in front of hundreds of teachers and students in the whole school, he jumped off the roof of the teaching building!

It may be a coincidence, the place where she jumped off and landed was not far from my feet. People who committed suicide by jumping off the building naturally would not die well. Her blood turned the white sneakers I was wearing that day into "flower sneakers".

I have seen a lot of people who died unrepentantly. When I was a child, they were teased and locked up in the funeral home. I once went into the morgue to spend the night. I clearly remember every corpse there, and they were all wide open. Stare at me! "

Having said that, I took a deep breath, drank some water, and looked at Z in the curtain.He was obviously also surprised by what I confide today, because I rarely talk to him about these disgusting private lives.

I laughed strangely for a while, feeling that today's trip was worthwhile, as if half of my goal had been achieved.Then, without waiting for him to ask a question, I added:

"At the beginning, I thought that dead people had their eyes open, but later on, I didn't know what was going on at that time.

It turned out that what was in other people's eyes changed into another in my eyes.

It was only later that I surfed the Internet more and met more people, and then I realized that this thing is called "yin and yang eyes".

My yin and yang eyes and my own sensitivity to the supernatural are actually not working from time to time. Sometimes I can see dead people open their eyes or even speak, and the streets are crowded with people, but sometimes I can’t see anything.

Ever since I was tricked into being locked in a funeral parlor, I have developed a quirk: collecting photos of the dead.In the photos, sometimes I can see their closed eyelids lifted, and sometimes I can see them crying and laughing.

To be honest, everyone in our family is a staunch atheist, so believing in religion is absolutely forbidden. If my grandfather is told that I play ghosts and monsters, he will definitely beat me to death.But at that time, I felt that the dead are better than the living, and ghosts are more credible than gods.For those who believe in this, I am undoubtedly committing suicide.

After all, I just want to say that I am not afraid of death.My previous life and family factors are simply used to seeing life and death, so I don't have that kind of passion and sentimentality in my head. My indifference is almost cultivated since childhood.

That woman was called Qing, and she was definitely a beautiful girl when she was alive, but after she died, she had no appearance, her face was ferocious, her eyes were wide open and her mouth was open, as if she was accusing me.

After she died, I seldom went out. Since I didn’t live with my parents, I only had one computer to accompany me every day. Until a week later, I went to Qing’s funeral by accident and met her parents... "

My narration came to an abrupt end here, and Z seemed to be unable to sit still. Sure enough, the curtain over there soon rang, and a "little boy" who was much younger than I guessed, or about the same age as me Glasses" came out.

Behind him is a shy boy, and this boy is actually the real hero in the story I just described --- Alan!

"Zhao Boyang! I should have known that Z was faked by you!" I walked towards him, very proud.

"What? Could it be that you have been secretly peeping into my inner world for so long? This is not kind!" I went forward and hooked the neck of the little glasses who were about my age, and pulled him over.

"I was just doing a test, but what you did today is really a 'surprise'!" Zhao Boyang broke away from my pull, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, looking at me through gritted teeth.

"I'm just an 'anti-test'." I said, then looked at Alan who had been hiding behind Zhao Boyang, and smiled at him: "If you want people to know, you have to do nothing, right? Alan classmate?"

That Alan was obviously terrified. Although I have mentioned before, he himself has a psychic physique with yin and yang eyes, but there are always troubles that he can't solve, and he is afraid of.

I'm still a little bit sorry to see the customer I'm supposed to be serving freaking out like hell (even though he's yin and yang).After taking a look at Zhao Boyang, I was still ready to comfort this classmate Alan whose English name happened to be the same as mine.

It’s such a coincidence, ever since I started to help people solve “troublesome things” after my studies, I have never encountered such a coincidence---this Alan is not only given a foreign name and The same as me, but also my hometown. His parents settled down because they wanted to come here to do business.

In addition, I have to admit that in some places, I am very similar to this unlucky guy.

At this point, Zhao Boyang has long been impatient, knowing that I was using him to find a business to earn extra money, so his face was so dark.On the one hand, I comforted this little classmate Alan first, telling him that I can send that unlucky girl, Qing's ghost away, and on the other hand, I had to pay attention to Zhao Boyang's face from time to time.

It was originally a sunny afternoon, but after I coaxed and tricked my prospective customer Alan away, the sky turned cloudy.I returned to the familiar room of the "Listening Classroom". This time, it was Zhao Boyang's turn to wait for my explanation.However, I am not going to explain the process from knowing his true identity to finding Alan through him.

Speaking of which, the process from when I inquired about strange things to suspecting that the Z in "Listening Classroom" was actually Zhao Boyang was not complicated at all.And the reason why Alan found Zhao Boyang was also because the two of them did have a relationship --- they were even distant relatives.

Thinking of this, I teased Zhao Boyang and said: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, there are such dandy relatives in your family!"

Zhao Boyang's face is still dark, obviously because I kept everything from him beforehand, and because he, a distant relative who is not up to date, is too embarrassing!

At this time, he suddenly asked me: "What you said before is all about Alan? Or is it half about yourself and half about him?"

I smiled and said, "Of course I was talking about myself before the Alan incident happened! But... what I said just now is half-truth, half-truth, there is him and there is me, you have to tell if it is true or not." Tell yourself."

Life is a game, and so are friends sometimes.Zhao Boyang and I have known each other for more than ten years. From the time of middle school to the first entrance to colleges and universities, this kind of game has never stopped.And we both enjoyed it.

As a friend in a certain sense, I always think that I can know more about each other.

I sat in the chair of the "Listening Classroom" and started chatting with Zhao Boyang by reason of the cloudy and rainy day.

Originally, my daily living expenses were pitifully low, so I had to use my little bit of "talent" to earn some extra money. This time, I thought at the beginning that I would take advantage of a friend who should invite him out for a good meal, but After thinking about it, this kid cheated me a lot of money every month in this "listening classroom", so he should be the one who treats me to a meal.

I smirked a few times, and glanced at Zhao Boyang with ill intentions. He didn't pretend to be stupid, and told me straightforwardly that he didn't have any spare money this month, and he had to go to his house if he wanted to eat.

As soon as I heard it, my eyes lit up immediately. His little auntie's cooking is amazing, and it's better than me soaking instant noodles in the nest.

... Outside, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and I know that the real story has just begun.

The author has something to say: parallel world.

☆, contradictions and contradictions and nonsense:

I thought this was the whole world, but it wasn't.The Internet, or the small circle I live in, is just the tip of the iceberg of the vast world.Humans are no different from ants.Our life is so wonderful but so small, and the "more" we see when we go out is actually not much.

What is meaningful and worth thinking about? Will I just disappear in the long river of time forever? Responsibility in life or any other topic is always being pondered over and over again by people for a long time with.

Has anyone got the answer? When and where did the ancient and modern sages get the immortality, instead of the dry bones on the top of the mountain?

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My world is still there, but some people's are broken.My time is still going on, some people's has stopped.My growth may be exchanged for some people's eternal freeze.

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I hid in my hut and thought hard, but in fact, these are far less effective than going out to see the outside world.

My hut is my safe haven, but it is also my prison. It protects me and blocks my communication with the outside world. I don’t want to wander, but I don’t want to be self-willed. In my thoughts, I secretly thought that I was a lost sheep who was practicing penance. My life will be a vast desert, and the mirages there will take my soul far away.

I am silent, alone, and here forever I sing.

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I think I am a sincere and clumsy person, but I know that such a person will not achieve what he expects.I think I am always the person who is ambitious, and my good thoughts are always like a little girl who has never experienced the world, and I always have too many fantasies.

All my deficiencies are obviously deadly. They are highly poisonous and have spread through the veins of my whole body. If I want to eradicate them, I must be ruthless and give myself a complete blood change.

I, who desire to be liberated and free by being reborn, must accept these pains. Only after I have endured these pains can my personality be considered complete, and I am worthy of being called a rational and free person.

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For a philosopher who transcends the desires of the body and approaches the invisible world of ideas, at death the soul is pure when it is released from the body and it enters the world of ideas because in this life the soul was never in the body Close yourself up.

The souls of ordinary people are combined with the body or closed by the body, so they cannot leave the body uncontaminated when they die, they cannot enter the invisible world of pure ideas, but are pulled back to the real world, only in the grave And lingering in the cemetery: those shadowy ghosts are these souls that have not yet disappeared...

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Death is always so easy.

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When I wrote my name and the names of those famous people on the same piece of paper, I found that a name is just a name.It's just that the distance between me and the owners of those names is really far away.

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truth or Dare:

"What would you do if you and your buddies fell in love with the same girl?"

"That's not possible," I said.

"How do you know?" Wen Jie pouted.

"Hmm... Zhao Boyang and I don't like the same type, hehe, how is it possible!"

"Just tell me, what if, what if you fall in love with the same girl?" Wen Jie asked persistently.

"Oh..." I sighed and said, "If Zhao Boyang and I really like the same girl, then we can only see who the girl likes?"

Then I laughed at myself: "I just fell out of love this time, how could it be possible to usher in another spring so soon?"

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Some things may be like this, it must be unpleasant, and there is no hope, no ideal, and nothing to do, waiting for time to escape from the side every day, and then almost hoping that I will never wake up in my sleep Come.

Live with people you don't like, listen to those unnecessary quarrels, like a poor guy with no relatives or friends, the connection with the world is very weak, and you don't pay much attention to it, sometimes you can laugh occasionally, even if you don't think it's worth it Laughing.Gradually, I realized that I seemed to be sick. I began to hate the world and even my own life.

Every day, every day, I repeat this over and over again... I don't hate, but I am always angry. I am unhappy, but I am not sad. It's like everything is not so important. I feel that there is only a rope , I can just let myself go.Human life is not very long. It is said that there are countless possibilities in life. Maybe I still want to see the so-called possibilities in life, so I have never done anything.Some people are desperate, some people are sad, some people are lucky, and some people's life is full of sunshine...

And me, why do I feel like I don't exist.Nothing works for me, nothing is what I want.Do I really have my preferences, do I really have an ego.

Maybe it's all just imitation and following.It has been like this since a long time ago, I have never changed, I am only suitable for a person forever and ever, huddled silently in that room, repeating my words over and over again.Who am I, why was I born, what is the meaning of my life, I mess around

Why can't my thoughts stop? Am I really not feeling well, really sick...Maybe, I really have such feelings because I live too easily.

whatever!Let it all go away.I wish there was a room with white walls, no other people around me, no sound at all...

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Mo Ran finally went back to her brother's place, and for me, this means that I can finally walk out after showering without any scruples.

I have a bit of exhibitionism, but only when I'm on my own turf.

Being naked is definitely the most primitive state of human beings. From birth to death, we always return to the original nakedness.

I was finally able to walk out of the bathroom generously, and I almost hummed happily. The whole person, when not wearing clothes, stayed in a closed private space. This time is the most relaxing and real.

I sat on the couch and turned on the TV - only then the door to my house was slammed open!Caught off guard!Could it be that Mo Ran is back again?

"Who!"

I jumped up and stood up, before I could do any covering...

"It's me..." A voice that wasn't Mo Ran or any other woman responded.

...It turned out to be Zhao Boyang, a false alarm!

He walked in slowly, holding a supermarket plastic bag full of food in his hand...

"I'll bring you food so that you don't starve to death at home..." Halfway through the sentence, Zhao Boyang changed his shoes, looked up at me, and was stunned.

"Why are you undressed?" he asked me.

I shrugged and asked rhetorically, "Why do I have to wear clothes in my own home?"

Zhao Boyang stopped talking, looked at me funny, and then casually threw the clothes hanging in the hallway to me.Say, "You're an animal reaction."

I acquiesced in silence and watched him go to tinker in the kitchen.People are animals too, aren't they?

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Some people are strong because of love, some people fall because of love, under the banner of love, some people indulge themselves, belittle themselves, and let themselves fall...

"Why self-mutilate? I don't understand your pain, but if you keep going, you're a fucking bastard! Not a man! Not even human!" he said.

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Always obsessed, you don't let go, I can't let go, it seems that only one person is hurt, but in fact it hurts both of them, I want to live, I can't, I want to die, I can't...

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"Cut off your little brother and throw yourself into the river!"

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I don't have hatred, only anger, you don't want to know how evil the evil in my heart is, you just need to know how good my good side is!

I can look clumsy and pitiful, or I can look willful and arrogant, but I will never bow my head to anyone, don't order me or control me!I ran away and didn't intend to come back!Thank you, I will always be a stranger to you!We won't meet each other until the end of the world!

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Maybe there's only one person I need in the whole world...Your place in my heart is absolutely high because no one else has place in my heart...I hope you won't turn your back on me or leave me...forever...

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Sometimes there are people who just need someone to say good night to.

And this kind of person is precisely the one who died first...

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It's not that I never liked someone, but as time goes by, my memory is blurred. I can't remember who the person I liked is, maybe I can still remember his name, but his appearance and words and deeds will never be. He got mixed up with others in the torrent of time.

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Do you remember which year the Mid-Autumn Festival came?I was like a psycho, sitting on the edge of the window sill, turning the tape recorder to the loudest, drinking cold beer and howling.From which Mid-Autumn Festival?I don't eat moon cakes anymore, I don't like festivals and smiles, and then all the feelings fade away.It's fine, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt.

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We just forget the things that caused the hate in the first place, but that doesn't mean the hate doesn't exist anymore.

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Undoubtedly, I am a decisive person, and because of my own reasons, I never expected others to treat me sincerely.In ordinary days, I am more than humble, but whoever is in my heart is still in my eyes.