[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

"Everyone else has one father, but you have two. What else are you not satisfied with?"

"sand--"

Suddenly, an annoying noise came to mind.

"Why would the head teacher say such things in front of the whole class?"

"sand--"

"Flies don't bite seamless eggs, look at your current appearance, how do you look like a student?!"

Shut up now.

"Is it because there are too many people, maybe the place is already dark."

The noise didn't stop, but intensified.

"Why are you so skinny, kid?"

The dark curtains were drawn, leaving only a hazy shadow in front of him.A crooked, narrow, vague figure faces this way, with a hand outstretched, a napkin in its palm.

--what is that?

wrong.

You should know.

Ugly, disgusting, short, very wet, wet thing wrapped in a tissue, fingers pulled by something, put on top.

"Come help me"

——I won't...it's very late, and I will be scolded when I go home.

The back was stroked, and the chest was covered with something greasy.The snake walked on the skin, and the scales of light reflected in the eyes.

"Oh, this back, did you get beaten by your father for being disobedient? Don't tell him when you go back, or you won't be given money, and don't tell anyone. Mom will scold you, and no one will make friends with you."

--grandfather?I, I really have to go home, can I check quickly... It's so cold.

The sour and fishy liquid was stained on the left hand, and the human figure clenched its wrist tightly, with infinite force, not allowing it to break free.

what.

I remembered everything.

The girl who kept saying that she was going to be late at home followed the uncle in the community to pay for the dress of the deskmate. The expression of the other party could not be seen clearly at the dim staircase, only the voice was so clear.

"Do you have a pen?"

At first, he said such words, then turned around and picked up the tissue on the table, showing a kind smile.That is, the left hand, the dirty left hand touched—

The shape, the shape, the feel, the sex, it's disgusting, it's disgusting.Sure enough, I remember everything clearly, the weather that day, the schoolbag I was carrying, the pencil case in the bag, the color of the hair rope, the smell in the room, and the tone of my speech.

Before that, she was left-handed.I eat, drink, write, and do everything with my left hand. Finally I went home and washed it under the tap for more than ten minutes, but it was still dirty.

Just drop your left hand.

Pulling half of the curtains makes the world stop at a certain moment, and since then there is no ray of light in the endless darkness.

Girls don't know that before love happens, you have to be ambiguous, you have to hear the sound of flowers blooming and heartbeat, you have to pass notes to each other, you have to see a shy blush, you have to secretly buy milk tea, you have to stand in front of each other and confess carefully, and then you can Holding hands, hugging and kissing.

Before she understood this, someone forcibly closed the window leading to the outside world. From then on, she could only silently look at the ceiling in the room with the curtains drawn, at the dark stairway, and in front of the figure.

Know Pavlov's dog?

As long as the bell is heard, the dog will salivate automatically.

And she, as long as she gets close to others, she will subconsciously take precautions.

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The corners of the eyes secreted fine and dense water vapor.

Condensed drops of water rolled down the cheeks, and then, drop after drop, began to emerge continuously.The liquid gathered in the shallow depressions between the eye sockets and the root of the nose, then crossed the bridge of the nose, landed on the other side of the closed eyelid, and finally fell on the lawn.

The shoulders lying on the side curled up subconsciously, and in spite of the sharp pain, they shook into a ball, and whimpered involuntarily.The corners of the lips that were slightly hooked had drooped at this moment, and the teeth bit down on the lower lip tightly, oozing a little bit of blood.

The girl opened her eyes abruptly.

In front of me is a blue grassland under the sun, the light spots of Daisy Cui flutter with the wind, sporadic unknown small flowers are shaking gently, delicate and fragile petals, white, purple, and white purple edge or blue side.She blankly held down her long hair blown up by the wind, and her black inorganic pupils engraved the tranquil scene at this moment.

Then she turned her eyes, raised the end of her eyes, and stared straight at the other person under the pear tree not far away.

It was a young male, about 20 years old, no, maybe younger.He was staring sideways at the clusters of white flowers on the branches, the sound of the wind was mixed with the chirping of cicadas, and the silver sun was slanting on the top of his dark blue short hair, reflecting layers of linear light.

Perhaps sensing her sight, the strange man turned his head all of a sudden, and the transparent crystal blue pupils filled her figure, like the entire clear sky.

Must have seen it somewhere.

His eye sockets were still moist, and under such gaze, Baili Xi felt an inferiority complex that had nowhere to hide, and the water slid down his cheeks.She was only stunned for a moment, then raised her hand to wipe away the overflowing tears.

The man holding a dagger in his hand didn't do anything special, he just looked at her, and then he showed a troubled look on his face, and then he lowered his head and rubbed his temples for a while, looking extremely distressed.

"Don't cry." The blunt comfort was overwhelmed.

The familiar voice is just more crisp and cheerful, like bubbling soda, gurgling and floating on the surface, looking young and energetic.

Baili just wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, but couldn't control his sadness. With a hoarse voice, he changed the subject in a low voice: "Where is this?"

"It's your third world."

The boy explained with sentences she couldn't understand. Seeing her bewildered face, he immediately frowned and puffed up his cheeks in thought. After a while, he tried again: "How should I say it, it's equivalent to the depths of my heart?"

The girl took a few steps forward to close the distance between the two. For some reason, she somehow believed the person in front of her. Perhaps it was because of the sudden sense of familiarity, so she didn't show any doubts.

"So, you are..."

"Ah, my name is Yato, we met before... well, you probably don't remember, anyway, you're stuck here now, I'm here to help you."

"how should I do?"

In contrast to the girl's cooperation, Yato scratched his hair awkwardly: "Uh, actually, I don't know too well."

"?"

"At first, I thought there would be monsters surrounding me, but it turned out to be like this." He shrugged, referring to the sunny scenery around him, and showed a puzzled look at the right time, "I don't know what to chop now."

The girl looked around when she heard the words, her eyes went around in a circle, and finally fell on the blue-haired man again: "Yes."

"What are you?" He thought it was funny, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked like a young man full of energy, just like the sun shining in the spring garden, radiating the brilliance of a sunny day.

Bailixi raised the corners of his lips infected by him, and smiled slightly.

Probably feeling that it's okay to stand so stupidly, Yato patted his chest, and introduced in a good mood: "Well, let me introduce myself first, I just said that my name is Yato, and I am a working god."

He saw the girl's peachy eyes froze, and her eyes froze in mid-air.

"god?"

"Yes."

"Hey." She sighed meaninglessly, but did not refute, "It's amazing."

"Haha, of course, I am one of the 800 million gods, I can do anything hehehe."

The last three smirks Bailiquan pretended not to hear, she nodded in a good temper in order not to refute the face of others: "You look like a god."

Maybe because of the inner world, she is not as sharp and full of thorns as she is in reality, but has shed layers of camouflage, revealing her original youthful appearance.

"Then." The boy said seriously, "You try to come here."

The girl nodded obediently, so she opened her legs and ran lightly among the emerald grass, and soon came under the pear tree.When she jumped, countless golden light spots accompanied the movement, forming a phantom, which looked like an elf in a fairy tale.

Yato touched his chin and sighed silently, then calmly looked at the space fluctuations around the girl, and found no magic barrier or haze covering his body.

"How many things do you remember?"

The girl shook her head, and looked up at him stupidly: "I probably know who I am, but if I have to think about it, it's completely fuzzy."

"What else? Parents? Friends?"

A place in the apex of the heart was stabbed, Bailixi frowned, and then said truthfully: "I don't know, it just hurts a little when I mention it, like being bitten by an ant."

She pointed to her heart seriously.

The originally cheerful boy seemed to have noticed something, he quickly put away his smile and became lonely, gritted his teeth, and raised his hand to touch her forehead.

A shocked and sad expression appeared on his face for a moment, the god withdrew his hand, took two steps back unsteadily, let out a hey in pretended surprise, and then patted her on the shoulder with a laugh: "It's nothing serious, it's just It's normal to have a long body."

The girl trusted him completely, and she had no doubts when she heard it. She nodded and asked, "What should I do?"

"...I have an idea." Yato squirmed his lips, and he heard his own dry voice, "You probably have too many colorful lives in this world, so you have too many memories, which leads to some confusion in the space."

While talking, he carefully glanced at the girl's expression, and after seeing that she was fine, he continued: "You can cut off some unimportant things, and you should be fine."

Bailixi didn't doubt that he was there, and he seconded the proposal in a daze: "I have no problem."

The blue-haired god felt a little uneasy about his conscience, he raised his hand and asked uncertainly, "So it started?"

"Ah."

Clenching the handle of the knife tightly in his palm, Yato swallowed his saliva, exerted a little force with his fingertips, and drawn out countless purplish black and silver lights from the back of the girl's head, then raised the knife with his hand, and cut it off swiftly.

This series of actions only took a few seconds, and he immediately lowered his head to observe her face after it was over.I saw the girl blinked her eyes first, then stared at him for a while, feeling lost and puzzled, but before he could say anything, she suddenly smiled.

The black pupils are shining, and the streamer of the sun is dancing in the eyes, and the sky and the grass are reflected in it, like the morning light covered with a light veil.

"Thank you."

Her voice is soft and crisp, as if talking to the sky.