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"Tie full of care in the hair" - I have forgotten the source.

The other half of my soul is dead.

In the beginning, there was no reaction at all, and it was only after a long time that he suddenly realized something.I also forgot what time it was, it seemed to be at night, I poured a glass of water, drank it alone, touched the little braid that hadn’t been taken care of for a long time, and the hair was already messed up—that was the moment when the nose was sore and tears Eyes full.

The other half of my soul, the two of us have been inseparable for 16 years, and it has become a habit to have each other's company. The time we met was too early to express the "first impression".I don’t know when we have been connected and have a tacit understanding, each other knows each other’s feelings at every moment, and the other’s current situation can also be clearly felt-no matter how loving the couple is, they can’t be like us.

So, in fact, at that moment, I realized that I couldn't feel anything now, and I was still rubbing my fried hair.

- miss you

The other half of my soul is dead.

In the beginning, there was actually no reaction. I lived alone for 3 to 5 days, and I didn’t feel his life for three to five days.But soon I couldn't, and then I went crazy, lost my mind, did what I thought, said something before I thought, was almost dismissed, and fell into the original situation of the two...

Nothing, stroking the loose braids——

Only half of the soul does not have any high requirements——

When you come back from hell—

Take me away.

The other half of my soul is dead.

I still remember that I put on the clothes worn by the dead with my own hands, cleaned up the wounds that eroded the eye sockets and penetrated the head, brushed the young man's thin muscles and bones, the bones were still tight, and the texture was still as beautiful as last night.After touching his body, there was actually a difference unconsciously—he was still stronger.

At that moment, I really wanted to lie down in the coffin and hug him, but the whole person was like a doll, his brain froze, his body froze, and he just went through the prescribed procedures over and over again—shortly after, the last time was compiled for him. braid.

I still remember that I buried him in a deep mountain, a place where you need to use various Everest-level climbing props to get there. It was still buried in the ground. I didn’t bring a few younger brothers, and I felt that I was going to be ground to death.But that's the last thing I can do for him - I hope he sleeps peacefully.I deliberately chose a place with a broken geomantic omen—I hope that one day he will evolve into a zongzi and come back to me.

The other half of my soul is dead.

I watched an ancient costume TV series before, and there was a scene in which the male rabbit was stuck in the crevice of the stone, and the female rabbit was left to dry outside. These two rabbits have been a pair since childhood, and they were raised by a little girl. The girl didn't feel sorry for the male rabbit, and felt that there was one left anyway, so the other one loved it.

But her boyfriend told her that she can't be sour, because the souls of the two rabbits are connected together, if one of them dies, the other will die with it...

Ah ha ha ha I want to laugh!

So I should actually die with him, right?But still alive and well!

......

After that, I don't have much content, which is exactly the same as the operation where the soul is half empty.

No one looks like him, but he never tires of hooking up with others—as long as they are human beings of childbearing age, as long as they look good enough to see, they have all hooked up, and they hook up as soon as they jump on them, and many of them will hook up on the bed up.It seems that when you tell others that you are 16, the success rate will "slowly" rise.

——Favourability value +10086

Obviously, no one looks like him, but he still likes to use others to fill his emptiness. Obviously, nothing is enough-the other half of my soul is such a powerful character, so 12 dozen of random tricks are still not enough .

No one looks like him, but I look like him—this can't be helped, because they are twins.

Sometimes, when I didn’t get someone else on the bed, or when I was too lazy to go out, I hugged a mirror, saw my own face, as if I saw his face, and then touched and kissed the mirror , printed a mirror handprint, and then licked a mirror drool.Like every night of our incest.

The hair has always been untied—I only discovered a very serious fact after he died. I can only braid other people's hair, and it's very good, but I can't braid myself.

Sometimes I roll around in the mirror on the pillow at night, and my hair is messy and knotted when I wake up the next morning-just like when we used to roll around each other in the middle of the night and woke up the next morning.

But I'm too lazy to straighten it, because I'm already very skilled in doing it for others, and I can smooth it without losing hair, but I'm just pulling out my hair.Thinking that one day I will be bald like this, so I just ignore it and keep my hair so unkempt—at that time, there is a special miraculous thing, that is, the hair is even more unruly after washing.

I gradually left Zhangbu, and I didn’t go back for a long time. Instead, I stayed in the old villa in the mountains and forests, in the small dark room dedicated to the two of us. Once, the two of us spent many summers here—— isn't it?

I installed a full-length mirror on the empty wall, turned on the light when I had nothing to do, touched my own body, looked in the mirror as if it was you, but someone who wasn’t you was also touching myself—that It's not you, because you will definitely choose to stand on the sidelines...

Not long after, the place suddenly became lively, so strange, it should be only the two of us, Dugu Yiyang and the eldest sister, but everyone came, the boss, all kinds of chiefs, and even Shi Xiaofeng—— Sticking to you all the time, except that there is no one who is by your side when you die.

Because I thought it was fun, I eavesdropped at the door. They were really discussing about dismissing me. That’s fine. I actually gave up my resistance at the time, because if I was dismissed, my life would be worse and worse. I can go see you soon.What's more, this position is only obtained by me pleasing you and you pleasing the old and young master. Now that you and the old and young master are not here, it is really amazing that I can stay for so long...

Obviously I should give up resisting, but I don’t know why I feel a little angry in my heart-you have done so much for them, but they will repay you with revenge, and have no intention of treating the other half of your soul kindly.

What's more, I can't let go of my self-esteem - obviously after I took advantage of my relationship, because I am very good at manipulating people, Zhang Bu's operation is much better than before.

So unkempt and disheveled, I pushed the door in, because I was Chief Zhang, and I hadn’t been dismissed yet, and the younger brother at the door didn’t dare to stop me. Then I said a few words to the people inside that I didn’t even think about, and I flicked my hair. Let's go, they were all stunned—probably my image bluffed them.

Inexplicably, he was not dismissed afterwards.

Speaking of which, I learned sniping during that time and saved my own life many times afterwards. Of course, this is something for later, and I don’t want to talk about these things.

In fact, there was a more important thing that day, that he has supported me to live until now, rather than the position of Chief Zhang——

After amazed them that day, I went back to the room alone, and I still felt so empty. After seeing the full-length mirror, I slowly unbuttoned it one by one, walked forward with a smirk, saw me in the mirror, It’s not surprising that I feel like I’ve seen you somehow. We’ve enjoyed imitating each other for a long time, and we’ve already penetrated each other in the process. Now it’s easy to pretend to be you, but there is no It doesn't make any sense—because the first time I imitated you, it was just for a moment to accept suffering instead of you.

There is no need now because you are dead.

Holding the mirror, interlocking fingers with ourselves in the mirror, but blocked by a layer of glass, we cannot touch each other...

elder brother......

昊

I miss you.

Slowly opening the double phoenix eyes, what I saw was the same double phoenix eyes, stained with sadness and lust, looking extremely charming.

It seems that I saw his eyes, but it was not. From the beginning to the end, I have been unable to imitate the evil in his eyes-now it is the evil that is missing.

But suddenly, the eyes in the mirror flashed evil, and then I seemed to lose consciousness.

But I can still feel that I fell into the water, and then I felt like I was wrapped in ice cubes, and then I was dragged into hot water. At that moment, my whole body trembled, as if I was dead.

Then there is no feeling of water.

I guess I probably died, because when I opened my eyes again, I saw a world that seemed to be full of ice, but was actually full of mirrors. Hao was sitting in front of me, and his figure was reflected everywhere.

I probably hugged him and kissed him... It's been a long time since two people have rolled like this.

I asked him, "Why don't you come to me?"

He said that he had transcended the material world and came to the spiritual world, and it should be me who went to find him.

He stayed with Shi Xiaofeng some time ago, and now he speaks in Shi Xiaofeng's style, illogical and incomprehensible, just like the words of a character in a dream...

A good night's dream. When I woke up the next day, I was surprised to find myself lying in front of the mirror. I couldn't help but start to suspect that seeing Hao last night was just a dream. , I don’t know who made it up, it’s so tight, it’s giving me a headache——

The experience in the mirror is surprisingly clear, whether it is the two of us being reflected in the mirror over and over again, the shaking body, or the feeling between our fingertips and hair when we braid each other at the end...

Hao always pulls my hair very tightly.

(PS: In addition to missing, miss also means missing.)

The author has something to say:

It takes a lot of effort to change the style of writing, because Lao Zhang's narrative needs to be more open.