When someone with depression enters the horror game

When the first ray of sunlight came in through the window, fine dust was flying in the beam, Zheng Qing pushed open the papered window, which could not block the wind or rain.

The weather is getting cooler, and the chill of winter is about to wipe out all life with thousands of troops.

Destruction.

The small tomatoes by the window are still red and green, but the leaves are all withered and yellow.

The bergamot had originally withered in the summer, and Shen Lian didn't bother to care about it. After Zheng Qing came and poured a few ladles of water, it miraculously germinated again one day, and it is still climbing up the low wall.

A piece of verdant green.

Zheng Qing let out a breath of white air and smiled.

"I'm leaving."

Shen Lian fiddled with the medicine box, raised her head upon hearing this, and said, "No."

Zheng Qing closed the window, went out, and went to the capital again.

Shen Lian tidied up the medicine box, walked to the window, and opened it.

The sunlight outside the window is so dazzling.

He stared at the bergamot that the doctor had seen.

If the dangerous wall collapses, won't the vines and green radishes crawl to the ground?

After all, it is boneless.

He took the medicine box and went out the door.

Although he is an unlicensed barefoot doctor, he can't cure serious illnesses, but he can treat minor illnesses.

Zheng Qing was walking on another road, inexplicably thinking that in this false and terrifying world, the sun shining on him was warm.

Beijing.

The king wanted to imitate the wise monarch, so he sat in a sedan chair and made a private visit.

The officials had known for a long time that Wang wanted to pay a private visit, so on this day, hawkers were not allowed to leave their stalls, hooligans temporarily lived in cells, and beggars were driven out of the capital ahead of schedule.

The street is very clean, and the dead trees on the side of the street are covered with colored silk.

The officials viciously threatened the common people wearing rags, yelling, "If you make a moth, you can't even wear a rag, just go to reincarnation" and so on.

Wang may or may not have known that the officials knew that he was going to visit privately.

But what does it matter?He lifted the car curtain and watched his peaceful and prosperous world.

It's a pity that the king's loyal ministers took strict precautions, but they were still made into moths by the unruly people.

A ragged woman fell in front of the king's sedan chair.

How ragged is it?It's like a dirty rag that even ordinary people who wear rags don't bother to wear.

Wang looked at this thing lying on the ground that was incompatible with his peaceful and prosperous life, and was about to close the car curtain.

After all, blood will splatter on the spot soon.

He was tired of seeing this kind of scene.

Then the "thing" on the ground raised its head.

Wang was stunned.

He couldn't write poems, but at this moment, his mood was like seeing Cao Zijian, the god of Luoshen, who was walking slightly on the waves, and his socks were dusty.

Maybe more like a blushing kid.

Until the deep dew was heavy, Shen Lian lay on the bed and had a wonderful dream strangely.

Zheng Qing lay in the firewood room of the ruined gymnasium, turned over but still did not fall asleep.

I don't know how that guy Shen Lian slept?

〔Water flows out of Yan, while Beiliu pours into the lake of Lingyang.It is a fish left by many people. It has a snake body and six legs. Its eyes are like ears. 〕

Eat that fish, don't have nightmares.

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〔〕: - "Shan Hai Jing"