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There is still a stove at home, and there will be a red-hot charcoal fire at the bottom of the ashes. When wildfires cannot be burned, potatoes and sweet potatoes are placed there.

Now the stove has improved a lot. You can cook milk tea from Inner Mongolia over charcoal fire. You can put ugly dumplings that cannot meet customers on it and bake them until they are crispy. Baking buns and steamed buns is the same. , I always have cumin and chili noodles at home, and I can’t tell when I eat them secretly, but the taste is too strong. When you look at it, you can know why I am so fat.

Chapter 61 Wednesday: After a Long Time Thinking

The girl's cotton skirt was like a joke, and she walked in front of the tattoo artist like a lamb in the mouth of a tiger.

The tattoo artist was very gentle. After looking at her for a long time and confirming for a long time, he realized that what she said was unquestionable. This girl really wanted to get a tattoo. A period was tattooed somewhere on her body.

"May I ask what it means? I'm sorry, I'm just suddenly curious." The tattoo artist is a young man with a mustache, and he smiled gently, alleviating Lu Qiong's tension. She sullenly looked like Like a tight bowstring, a kind of fear exudes from all over her body, but she feels that if she does not give herself a proof, she will not be able to overcome her desire to give up halfway and jump off the roof.

Tang Yi was playing games. He only knew that Lu Qiong wanted a tattoo, so he brought her here. He didn't know what the tattoo meant, but he only knew it was a period.

Well, anyway, she is a sensitive little girl, as slender as hair, so he doesn't ask, knowing that Lu Qiong's inner world is full of emotions, and he can't understand it even if he asks, so he bows his head to play games, and is very familiar with the tattoo artist, so Use his computer to play Red Alert.From the corner of the eye, I saw Lu Qiong standing there, clutching her skirt embarrassingly, hanging her head, the hair on the nape of her neck was not combed up, she was fair and clean, revealing the straps of her underwear.

It was like a bug was biting his heart, but he still lowered his head to play the game, he thought it was impossible.

Lu Qiong knew in her heart that it was the countdown to her own death. The young girl's lingering thoughts were hard to guess. She just felt that it was too boring to stagger and stagger forward cautiously all her life, and she didn't know what she was chasing. I don't know what to look forward to with optimism.

The only thing that can be comforted is Tang Yi's company, like a loyal knight guarding the princess's side to slay demons all the way, but Tang Yi can never understand his own thoughts, and what he does, in his eyes, is also somewhat It's unbelievable, but Lu Qiong relies on him to form a habit. This is her family, just like her father and mother.

For her father's expectation of going to college, she decided to end her own life, hold her own wrist, and delay her death for a thousand days, so as to fulfill an old man's long-cherished wish. This is something to live up to him. She knows that It is wrong to die responsibly, but life is too difficult, full of tears and sorrow, she has no strength to hold on, so she has no choice but to make a decision like this.

"Where is it?"

"Shoulders..." She whispered, pointing at her shoulders nervously. The shoulders are the place where things are carried, where all the burdens are carried. It was really a burden, so I decided to tattoo a full stop on my shoulders, a little nervous, but from what she saw at the time, it was as solemn as an oath.

Later Tang Yi found out about her depression, and said, let me study psychology, and I can save you in the future.

On the day of the thousand-day countdown, there was a rain, cold and dead silent, as if it washed away the past, and there was no lingering afterward. She was admitted to university, and then, there was no more, writing steadily and quietly every day The manuscripts she likes are serialized on the website, and she has a considerable number of regular readers. She suddenly realizes that she is valuable with such a group of people around her, and she suddenly has a head start.

It's just that the countdown is getting closer, as if she is announcing something. She writes many manuscripts every day and updates them a lot. Stomach problems and physical weakness follow one after another. She thinks that if she doesn't finish writing quickly, readers will not see the end. It will be true if she spends her whole life. It's because you can't see the ending in your lifetime, and you may not be able to touch your own soul to remind you of the ending after you die. Maybe you have forgotten it, so you have to work overtime to write.

But I still haven't been able to finish the serialization. She said Tang Yi, I feel very scared now.

Fear is a normal state of mind, don't panic, think about why you are afraid.

At that time, Tang Yi was wearing formal clothes and preparing for the exam. He was no longer the boy who moved his fists. His brows were square and upright, which concealed the unruly nature of his inner world. He sat opposite her and read a book with his head down. Going to the page, I raised my eyes to look at her sitting opposite: "It's because of what, the source."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to finish my book." She said something casually.Like Hemingway's iceberg theory, she spoke in a subtle way, but she still had too high expectations. Tang Yi failed to understand what she implied, and just murmured vaguely: "There is nothing to worry about, just write a little bit every day." , and that's it."

As if nothing was said, every word on the page came to lash out at itself, look, you are going to break your oath for your so-called book, you are going to die, you have decided, you are a sick person, you will be around everyone Corrupt everyone.

It was like a struggle, like a sacrifice, she felt that she had to sacrifice something, the tattoo on her shoulder was in sharp pain, maybe it was a psychological effect, she got up and walked outside, it was raining that day, she was taking a walk.

She raised her eyes and walked, walking slowly in the torrential rain, not thinking about anything, she was just walking.

After thinking about it, I still have to cut it off, like it will be cut off forever, with no end.

Panicked emotions seized her, she thought, and she had no end, an unfinished life.

This is the first time to deceive readers. She told readers at the place where the author made an announcement that I will be traveling for a long time, so I will stop updating. I hope everyone will understand.

It was the last day of the countdown to death, the thousandth day, and the last moment was at midnight, and she was going to fulfill her childhood wish.

Suddenly she had a strong will to live, not wanting to die, but she was struggling, pushed and pulled from side to side, every step was difficult.

Outside the school, there is a river. It is said that many people have died. It is said that there are water ghosts who will drag people's feet down to hell. At twelve o'clock, she did not go back to school. She was wearing a skirt by the lake, and the wind was blowing , she hugged her bare arm, feeling extremely ridiculous.

The distant wind was clamoring, pressing down coldly, from the dome to the ground, the tops of willow trees seemed to be pulled up, with cold moisture brushing her cheeks and blowing her ears, she felt more and more desolate, standing in the river On the embankment, a building was built on the opposite side, and there was a bridge close to me. Under the bridge, water plants and cement blocks were piled up, so the water flow became thinner from there, and it was blocked a little, and it was called a lake.

She watched all this silently, walking against the flow of the river, her mind was blank.

If, if you are ready, just jump from here.

The gloomy river reflects the light from far away, and the folds and twinkles seem to reflect the whole city, but when you look closely, there is nothing, only you are alone, it flows slowly from east to west , silently, listening quietly is the murmur of water, like a ghost crying, like a wronged soul.

It's like someone set up a river lantern in the past, in order to send the innocent souls in the river to reincarnation and reincarnation, so the whole river reflected the transparent little lamp, swaying downstream like the only light in the world.

It seemed that there was a cry, from the east to the west, slowly and sadly telling something, did she feel that she was mourning for herself, she threw herself in so silently, her body was submerged, and there was no dignity at all after death. No, fish it out, if you are lucky enough to be fished out, soaked beyond recognition, swollen and rotted, is it the result you want? Life is so fragile, haven’t I already experienced such lonely years? Why do I still want it? To bear life----