flustered night talk

are you hereThe girl looked at me and said.I'm sitting by the pool and playing with the water.

Have you found your black zirconia bracelet?I smiled at her and said.

She looked at me and smiled without saying a word.

She walked towards me gently and bent down. Although I was not used to a strange girl getting so close to me, I still politely did not avoid it.Maybe she has something to whisper to me.I thought.

Did you know, Shen Qingling?Black zircon to ward off evil will not save your life at all.She whispered in my ear with a cold voice.I looked at her in surprise, a sly smile rippled on her face.

The water in the swimming pool suddenly became turbulent, rushing in like huge waves.

I woke up and checked the time, it was 02:30 in the evening, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.

I heard a bird chirping, a familiar sound, but I hadn't heard them for a while.They've been singing outside my window since I was little, I just never knew their names.Their voices have accompanied me through many dark days.

At that time, how could I cry every night, how could I have so many tears?

I still remember the day they first appeared.

It was a rainy afternoon, and a woman held up a long thorny vine and lashed at my calf. There were red scars on it, and blood dripped out continuously.

The blood beads are very beautiful, even more beautiful than the ripe red mulberries on the mountain.

The wound was very itchy, and I tried my best to suppress the urge to scratch all afternoon, because I knew that if I scratched the wound, it would open, it would be difficult to heal, and it would hurt more.The pain can also leave unsightly scars behind.

That night, my tears kept falling, I didn't dare to cry, I just curled up in a small corner, wiping away my tears.Then I heard birdsong, hoarse and sad, as if they were accompanying me, and I have heard them often since then.

But since when did that strange boy appear?I couldn't help but ask myself.

I never saw him, he always appeared inadvertently, and then inadvertently left.

It was raining, heavy rain, blurred vision.I didn't open an umbrella and walked alone on the road.

A girl came out of the rain and came straight to me.I was bumped by her unexpectedly.

help me!She hugged me, looking sad.It's her, the girl at the pool.

Following her frightened eyes, I saw a man emerge from the rain.He looks very handsome, but he has a red eye, there is no white of the eye, only red, and the eye pupil is black as far as the eye can see, blood black like a coagulated blood hole.

He grinned grimly and walked towards us.

Do you think you can escape?he asked with a sneer.

ah!The girl's scream pierced my eardrums.

The sound of rain is overwhelming...

When I woke up, my whole body felt so tired.

I stretched, really wanting to stay in bed.

No one else wanted to get up.

It's dawn, get up!I yelled, trying to drive my drowsiness away by the way.

No one answered me, and it took a while before someone dawdled into action.

Since the last time, no one has spoken much.I always feel like something must have happened, but just like I don't want to tell them what I saw, we don't want to tell other people what we saw, secret.

I never told anyone about my dreams.Because I clearly know that people should have their own secrets.A secret is something that no one else knows except yourself.

I used to make mistakes where I forgot the definition of secret.The people I used to be friends with, those I considered best friends, they betrayed my trust and exposed my privacy.They laughed at me wantonly, without sympathy, without mercy.

I wrote about them in a diary and burned it, and I left and started again.

I never mention my friends because I have no friends.The roommates have a lot of phone calls, they have a lot to talk about, new classmates, new life, my phone is always silent.

I only get one call a week, and it's from my uncle.The question is always how are you?

I'm over here hmm.

After a long period of silence, there was a sigh on the other side of the phone, paying attention to the body.

I'm still um.

Plain language, cold mood.