Apocalyptic Forecast

Is it thoughtful or connected?

　　 Maki didn't know either, but it was just that Miss Huaizhi appeared in her dream, and she was inexplicably happy.

　　 The paper lady in the dream is also like usual.

　　 It is cold and awe-inspiring, which makes people feel unattainable.

　　 When you muster up the courage to sit next to you, it seems to be able to feel the temperature. After you muster up the courage to shorten the distance, you can feel close together.

　　 took his hand.

　　 happy.

　　 Regrettably, this paper-loving lady does not seem to be able to speak and does not seem to react.

　　 Is my imagination too poor?

　　At this time, you should mobilize your willpower, and then start to imagine the domineering lady carrying herself against the wall, and then pick up her chin with one hand...

　　 Thinking about it, Maki laughed dementedly, and her saliva remained from her mouth.

　　 It's a pity that this situation did not happen.

　　 Sometimes dreams are like this, right?

　　 Even if you know that this is a dream, many things are difficult to change, such as the passionate paper lady. Although it was a pity, it was just that, she also felt very satisfied.

　　 "Does Miss Huaizhi want to drink tea? Ah, it seems weird to drink tea in my dream...Unfortunately, there are no books or other things here. It's rare to come to my house, so why don't you go inside."

　　 Maki said this alone, plucking up the courage, and pulling the hand of Miss Huaizhi.

　　 Then, Miss Huaizhi stood up and stood aside, as if waiting for her guide. Instead, Maki blushed suddenly.

　　 Take Miss Huaizhi home...how do I say it, I'm so excited.

　　Unfortunately, this is not the warm place it used to be.

　　 "Sorry, I didn't know if there was a guest coming... Even dreaming is so messy, it's enough."

　　 After pushing open the wooden door, he saw the dust on the floor.

　　 "Sure enough, it's been a long time since I lived? After my grandma passed away, this place was deserted. In the past, this place was carefully taken care of."

　　 "I still remember that in the spring, there were garden flowers in the bottle in the hallway every day."

　　 Maki sighed.

　　 Now, in the broken and dumped bottle in the hallway, only withered flower branches are left, no longer the fragrance of the past.

　　 There are still traces of sunlight on the floor covered by furniture in the living room. Unfortunately, there is nothing left... There is only a broken chair, standing alone in the moonlight.

　　 "Sure enough, don't look at it."

　　 Maki shook her head, turned around and said, "Let’s go somewhere else."

　　 "Isn't this your home?"

　　 For the first time, she heard the voice of the paper-carrying lady in her dream. The figure crossed her and walked into the living room, looking around, full of curiosity.

　　 "Tell me." She said suddenly, "The story that happened here."

　　 "……"

　　 Maki was stunned and nodded vigorously after being silent for a long time.

　　 "This chair is my grandma's favorite chair during her lifetime. She likes to sit here and look out the window. After seeing me, she waved to me."

　　 "This gap is where my front teeth knocked out when I was young."

"...Most of the time, my mother would sit here and do some handicrafts, and sometimes she would make some dolls for me. Dad would come back late every day, but sometimes when he fell asleep, he would hear There was a sound of pushing the door in the hallway. Sometimes my father would ask Maki if she was asleep, and sometimes my mother would make him quieter..."

　　 "The photos of my grandmother when I was young, my grandfather, and my mother when I was young were originally hung here. Later I changed my grandmother and me... I didn't hang it later."

　　 is like showing one's own treasure.

　　 Maki walked in her dream, wiped away the dust little by little, and told the only visitor about the past.

　　 Until the end, in the empty bedroom, she blew away the floating dust on the canvas, and saw the graffiti of the past in the mottled and peeling colors.

　　 "Does this stay here?"

　　 She held the frame, sighed softly, and then laughed softly: "If this is not a dream, it would be fine, I really want to take it back."

　　 "Is it a precious thing?" asked Miss Huaizhi.

　　 "That's it."

　　 The girl sighed with emotion, recognizing the faded smear marks on it.

"My father drew this for me... When I'm not sensible, I often clamor to go to the big city that I talked about on the TV. In fact, I don't even know what the big city looks like. I only know the people there. Wearing a beautiful dress, there are a lot of cute dolls and toys, and there are endless candies.

　　 But what my father and mother said was different from what I thought. Later, my father drew a picture for me one day. But the paintings are too ugly, you can't see anything at all, this is it. "

　　 She showed the frame in her hand, with only fuzzy color blocks left on it, making it difficult to distinguish what it looked like in the past.

　　 "This is the sun, this is a tall building, this should be a car? I forgot what this is, it seems that Dad also forgot."

　　 Maki shook his head and whispered softly: "Mom told me that Edo is like this. At dusk, the white tall buildings are rendered pink, and the glass glows golden.

There are too many people on the street. The cars are running wildly in droves, as if they are losing their temper... I always thought they were lying to me, but after I left Daoquan Township for the first time, I found out that outside Exactly what they said. "

　　 "Did Miss Huaizhi go to other places? Other countries and borders?" She turned around and asked curiously: "Ms. Huaizhi must have been to such a powerful person?"

　　Miss Huaizhi just looked at the picture frame in her hand, and did not answer.

　　 seems to be admitting it, but it seems not.

　　 I don’t know if he’s listening.

　　 is like hiding in the mist, it is hard to reach, and it is always indistinguishable.

　　 But, even if it is cold, there is a reassuring feeling.

As long as this person is around, he will never be afraid. It feels warm when you hold your hand, as if being shining on by the sun.

　　 But if that's the case, it feels not enough.

　　Because she is lonely.

　　 Maki raised her eyes and stopped talking.

　　 has never been like this before, wanting to know her more deeply. I want to stand next to her more intimately... I want to be like Miss Paper!

　　 At that moment, the girl finally plucked up courage.

　　 "Miss with paper, I..."

　　 Then, the dream woke up.

　　 cut off in the cruelest place.

　　 The girl opened her eyes from the bed and stared at the pale ceiling in amazement.

　　 I don't know when the palm has been stretched out, as if I was about to touch something, but it didn't touch anything.

"Eh?"

　　 She was stunned.

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　　 and it's under the pagoda pavilion.

　　 I don’t know when, the scale has been dozens of times larger than the ground, and it is as large as a basement like a giant square.

　　 The branch of things in Tongji's hand paused for a moment, and she looked away from the projection of the book of destiny, raised her head, and saw a small spot of light floating in front of her without knowing when.

　　 "Huh? Is this... a believer?"

　　 seemed unbelievable, she was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed softly.

　　 Unexpectedly, in order to complete the stand-in, after creating the reflection of the paper-loving element, the divinity of the young man can be germinated from the essence of the soul?

　　 And this divinity, even pointed in the direction of Dongjun, faintly possesses the characteristics of Xihe? No matter how deep the background is, this is too unbelievable, right?

　　 What is this? Surprise or fright?

　　 is really interesting.

　　 "Huai Shi, we really are the best contractors in the world..."

　　 She squinted her eyes happily, humming those vague and ancient tunes,

　　 Behind her, the wedge of God like the scorching sun was floating quietly, glowing with a faint light.

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　　 Huaishi opened her eyes and felt that something was wrong.

　　 Of course, it wasn't that I saw Huaizhi Mozi beating crows as soon as I came in, but it felt like something changed.

　　 How does it feel different.

　　 When brushing his teeth in a daze early in the morning, he looked in the mirror and saw his own projection in the mirror—it had completely turned into a paper-loving element.

　　 This is completely close to completion.

　　 The shadow of Huai Poetry completely overlaps with Huai Zhi Mo Zi's record. Through the afterimage of Shao Si Ming as a medium, she can be said to be the incarnation of Huai Poetry.

　　 can even do some simple things and work on his behalf.

　　If it were only the rapid progress, he wouldn't be so surprised...but who would tell him what the halo that faintly appeared on top of his head projected in the mirror was.

　　 "Mom, I'm a fairy!"

　　 He put down his toothbrush in amazement, raised his head, and looked over his head. Under the shining of the sun outside the window, the subtle and hidden halo above the head glowed with a faint light.

　　 What is this thing...

　　 When he reached out his hand and touched it slightly, the faint aura quickly dissipated.

　　 seems to never exist.

　　 Just when he squeezed his chin, thought about it, analyzed it calmly, and then called a black-hearted woman about what she had done, his phone rang first.

　　 Amber's number.

　　 "What did you do?"

　　 As soon as the call was connected, an angry voice came from the other end.

　　 "What?" Huai Shi was at a loss: "What did I do again? Wait, did someone see what Huaizhi Mozi did last night?"

　　 He lowered his head in amazement, looking at his shadow.

　　 Suddenly he didn't know how to explain that his waistcoat seemed to be refined, and there was an additional halo on the top of his head. The ghost knows what utterly conscience has happened.

　　 He just slept after a hangover.

　　For the benefit, at least there are no multiple babies next to the pillow with open eyes like in the movie.

　　 That's really indisputable.

　　 "It's not clean to see it dead."

"That's it?"

Hearing Amber's voice, Huai Shi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death! I thought you were going to slander my innocence out of thin air! By the way, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I see you are dead, take care of me. What is the paper element?"

　　 "You really didn't do it?" Amber was still very suspicious: "Huai Shi, we are grasshoppers on the same line. I don't need to say more about this kind of reason? You don't have to carry me on your back..."

　　 Huaishi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"He has left the field. I drank like that last night. I couldn't walk. You let me get virginity from thousands of miles away. Go and cut a middle-aged uncle. Am I sick? By the way, how did he die? Who? Did it?"

　　 "Who else can it be?"

　　 Amber sighed: "Of course it was the wrong murderer.

At this juncture, a candidate who left the field died. This matter is completely upset. Be careful. Maybe the people at Lumingguan will come to your door... If they come to you, don’t say anything. , Don’t do unnecessary things, I will be there immediately. "

　　 "...Are you sure?" Huai Shi asked.

　　 "Otherwise?" Amber was angry: "If you believe it or not, how many people are eager to plant this black pot on your head?"

　　 "No, I have no doubts."

　　 Huaishi looked up and looked in the direction of the door: "I mean, if you want to be a defense lawyer, you can prepare now."

　　 At that moment, the door of the room turned into dust in a loud noise.

　　 The burly figure with a hat on his head rushed into the room, and roared in anger: "Catch it with your hands, you are a murderer!"

　　 Huaishi shook his head and couldn't help sighing.

　　 "It's just that, it's not like coming to speak well..."