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The school bell rang.

Students buzzed out of the building like bees.

Outside the window, the sun was just right, the shadows of the trees were swaying, the sparrow hovered on the huge outdoor unit of the air conditioner protruding from the wall, and its bean-big eyes swept over the roaring crowd.

Then, with a tilt of his head, he turned to the window.

Hit a dark glass wall.

The surroundings of the transparent glass were sealed with an extremely black film, and heavy curtains were drawn on the inside of the window to block the noise and sunlight outside the window.

It was dark, like a deep night that would never dissipate.

The school district room, on the fourth floor, has a solid concrete floor underneath, and there is no shelter outside the walls.

It is the height at which there is a high probability of falling to death from a high altitude.

This is Cheng Huan's No. 13 time today to examine whether he can be thrown to death if he jumps now.

Standing by the window, Cheng Huan opened the curtains a little, and calmly peeped at the outside world through the untight hair-like gap along the edge of the glass.

Then, unexpectedly, he met the sparrow's dark eyes.

The sparrow tilted its head, seemed to be staring at her, but seemed to have no interest in her, turned its gaze to the vast sky, flapped its wings, and flew away.

The sky it flies to is as blue as a play, clear and clean.

Cheng Huan only glanced at it, then pulled the curtains abruptly, and the pulley made a "swipe" sound on the plastic pole——

She gave up the idea of ​​jumping off the building No. 13 times.

Cheng Huan glanced at the time on the desk, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

Compared to this time yesterday, she has had two fewer thoughts of suicide.

Cheng Huan felt that he was changing for the better.

She slowly moved away from the window, her eyes shining brightly in the dark room.

In the center of the room is a wooden drawing board with a semi-finished picture embedded on it.

The paints and brushes all over the floor were just thrown away randomly on the ground like this, piles of finished or semi-finished products were piled up like this, and the corners were rolled up with the breeze brought by Cheng Huan's coming and going.

Cheng Huan walked barefoot on the blanket that covered the floor, sat back in front of the drawing board, picked up a pen, and continued with the unfinished picture.

On the canvas is a bird.

On the day when the accident happened, at the moment when the misfortune ended, Cheng Huan lay on the ground, feeling sticky all over her body, as if she was in the boundless mud. Tentacles emerged, entwined around her bones and flesh, dragging her downwards.

Fall down, fall down.

Then, Cheng Huan saw a bird hovering in the sky.

Loud, bright, and weak.

Its wings are entangled by countless wires—in a small county town, urban planning and construction are not standardized, and such mess and restraint can be seen everywhere—

The flying bird flutters its wings, breaks free from the messy wires, and flies to the blue, to the light, to the future.

It was from that moment that Cheng Huan had the idea of ​​fighting suicide.

It happened, and it wasn't her fault.

Why would she give up her life for someone else's mistakes?

Cheng Huan used to like painting. She used to like to paint landscapes, landscapes, but since the end of the high school entrance examination, human bodies frequently appeared on her canvases.

The stump, the darkness, and the bird.

Depravity and hope frequently intertwine in her works.

Cheng Huan stared at the newly formed bird in the center of the canvas, showing a satisfied smile.

She changed the black pen and dipped it in blood-red paint, outlining a pair of bright black eyes that concealed the color of blood.

One, another.

Birds struggled to fly from the net made of black and red eyes.

There is light coming in from the window.

A ray of light in the darkness.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Cheng Huan's face:

"The bird died in the end."

"I was electrocuted by a leaking wire."

"But I will live."

No one can save her, she can only save herself.

Fortunately for Cheng Huan, she met someone who could accompany her to the end on the way to save herself.

In the abyss of fate, they clung to the crumbling spider thread, supported each other, and climbed all the way.

Li Tan opened the curtains with a "swipe".

A beam of light came in - piercing the darkness and confusion.

Cheng Huan turned over, lying on the bed, looking at Li Tan, the window at the head of the bed was covered in silver, and there was a snow-covered coniferous forest.

"Cheng Huan." Li Tan turned around and smiled at her, "It's snowing outside."

They came to Northern Europe on a business trip and rented a cabin in Finland for a few days.

Cheng Huan walked to the window barefoot, opened the window a crack, and the cold air came in through the crack.

Snowflakes melt quickly on the skin.

It was so quiet that even the rustling of melting snowflakes could creep into my ears.

Therefore, the movement of opening the window was magnified by layers of snow, and impacted into the coniferous forest, startling a few sporadic birds.

"Li Tan, let's go out and make a snowman."

Cheng Huan suddenly smiled as he watched the flying bird disappearing into the sky.

"This time we'll make a big one."

"it is good."

The bird flies upwards.

The snow melted down.

People walk in the middle.

The author has something to say: ·The extra episodes are some...fragments, the one from Cheng Huan's perspective you want is in extra episode three.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Dengyang disciple;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 mushrooms; punish, a dean surnamed Wang, Jiang Liu, and Oouo 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Anoxia, 10 bottles of escape from the tiger's mouth; she is very special, 5 bottles of Dengyangtu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!