Su Chun

It was night, and the stars were washed to the top of Sanqing Mountain like fine sand. At dawn, Dong Jun peeked out a ray of light from the thin clouds, and the horizon turned white. Su Chun lit a lamp, and the dim yellow light just shone on the small table .

She had two dark circles under her eyes, but she seemed to be in good spirits. She wore a coat and sketched on the paper with a pen in her hand.That piece of paper has been altered many times.

According to the time calculation, it is only 05:30 now. In terms of weekdays, she should still be sleeping on the bed at this time, like a dead dog, but this accident happened once.

When Su Chun opened her eyes, the tip of her eyebrows jumped up. Logically speaking, this is not a good omen, but based on what she spied in her sleep, she put on her clothes and made a simple relationship diagram.

After a cup of tea, someone knocked on the door, and the knock on the door was especially loud when it was extremely quiet.With a shake of Su Chun's hand holding the pen, a little bit of ink dripped onto the previously circled area, Xiao Bie, Guan Canghai, and...a certain person known to others.

Su Chun can guarantee that this person is definitely not her.Perhaps due to her sudden appearance, necessary changes were made to the plot, and she was placed in a substitute position.

Su Chun's heart is bitter. She has read books for many years and done a lot of blood. Since she can accept the fact of wearing books, there is nothing she can't accept.The unconscious things in her mind have finally emerged from the bottom of the water recently, and the result of this is that she is in a kind of chaos every day.

Wake up early this morning, you can sort out as soon as possible.

But the knock on the door sounded a bit unkind.She put down the pen, and the closer she walked, the lower she lowered her hand.

A figure was printed on the door paper.Looking at the outline, he is an adult, neither fat nor thin.Su Chun asked, "Who are you?"

No one responded.

At this time, the light is not very bright, and the quiet room is plainly eerie. If there is no one at the moment, Su Chun can still use ghosts as a cover, but her hand holding the door is shaking.

This kind of unpromising precursor Su Chun is actually quite familiar with, similar to a possum suddenly braking to the ground, violently twitching like a epileptic seizure.Instinctive reaction to danger.

"Rong Zhi?" Su Chun called out in a low voice.

There was another knock on the door, followed by Xiao Bie's voice.

The gentle tone is obviously not Rong Zhi's, Su Chun's mind is deeply remembered from his youth to youth, and once she thinks of it, she will inevitably recall a cruel word.

"When you die, dig three feet into the ground, and you will be crushed and ashes, and you will not be reborn." This is said with a touch of emotion, cold like a sharp blade, cutting the sense of relief one by one, and cutting the bottom of fear Bring it up again.

Su Chun clutched his little heart, and suddenly thought of the scar on his chest that he found in the bath.

Very ugly, two fingers wide, right above the heart.

Su Chun opened the door and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the sword light was as sharp as the wind.There was a puff through the skin, and the cold touch spread from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

Su Chun: "You..."

The person outside the door stabbed her heart with a sword.

She took advantage of the slight morning light to see his face clearly, his facial features were still a little immature, which coincided with those in her memory.Su Chun has not forgotten the dream he had.

She died in one of Fan Yang's pavilions. It was dawn at that time, the surrounding furniture was very heavy in color, and a mirror on the dressing table reflected her face.

Slender crescent eyebrows, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, powdered fingers are as soft as boneless, white and slender.Such a face is definitely not Su Chun's, but Su Chun just saw how he died through such eyes.

It was also a sword, but the person holding the sword was Rong Zhi. The sword was cut from the forehead, and a line of blood was drawn in the middle. A beautiful face was destroyed, and she didn't describe the blood behind it for the time being.Su Chun only knew that if this woman hadn't done any vicious things like selling his son, killing his wife, and destroying his whole family, it wouldn't have been so miserable.

A dream is a dream after all, it looks scary but she doesn't feel much pain when it's really painful.I only know that this person is afraid that he has committed a crime.

Su Chun clutched his heart, and cried out of fear this time.

"It's not me, it's not me." She repeated this sentence, kneeling on the ground, but trying to stand up again, she couldn't stand up anyway.

"It's you."

Xiao Bie said, "Why isn't it you?"

Su Chun: "You killed the wrong person."

But no matter how she explained, Xiao Bie didn't listen. With such a cold face, Su Chun felt scared.

Crying and cursing, I fell to the ground.It was dark in front of her eyes, and in the darkness, she touched her beating little heart, and suddenly realized again.

Damn, why isn't she dead, how can she carry it so well? ?

"I won't kill you."

Su Chun squinted his eyes, his pupils shrank due to the dazzling light.

The man's fingers brushed the corners of her eyes very lightly.

Slowly, she saw bright sunlight shining through the window, and the voices of people in the inn floated up from the yard.

"What time is it?" Su Chun heard his hoarse voice.

"It's noon."

Su Chun: "..."

She had a dream within a dream, and it turned out that she was really waking up now.