Apocalyptic Forecast

Does think day by day or do you have the same mind?

Zhenxi didn't know, but it was just that Miss Huai Paper appeared in her dream, and she became inexplicably happy.

The dream of Miss Huai Paper is also like usual.

Is cold and awe-inspiring, making people feel unattainable.

Can be brave when sitting next to it, as if he can feel the temperature. After having the courage to shorten the distance, you can feel like sticking together.

Held his hand.

Happy.

Regrettably, the lady who wore paper seemed to be unable to speak and did not react.

Is my imagination too poor?

At this time, you should mobilize your willpower, and then start to imagine the overbearing Miss Huai Paper put her on the wall, and then lift her chin with one hand ...

Thinking about it, Zhenxi laughed dementedly, and the saliva left her mouth.

It is a pity that such a 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 Miss Passionate and passionate. Although it is a pity, but only this way, she also feels very satisfied.

"Miss Huai Paper wants to drink tea? Ah, it seems strange to drink tea in my dreams ... Unfortunately, there are no books or other things here. It is rare to come to my house, why not go inside and see."

Zhenxi said this on his own, took courage, and took Miss Huai's hand.

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

Bring Miss Huaizhi home ... how to say, so excited.

Unfortunately, this place is no longer as warm as it once was.

"Sorry, I don't know if there are guests coming ... Even if it's so messy to dream, it's enough."

After opening the wooden door, I saw dust on the floor.

"Sure enough, it's been a long time since I lived here? After the grandmother's death, this place was deserted. In the past, it was carefully managed."

"I remember that in the spring, the bottles in the entrance area are filled with flowers in the courtyard every day."

Really sigh.

Now, in the broken bottle of the entrance, only the withered flower branches are left, and there is no fragrance of the past.

There are still traces of sun on the floor covered by furniture in the living room, but unfortunately it is empty ... There is only a broken chair, standing alone in the moonlight.

"Sure enough, don't read it anymore."

Zhenxi 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 Miss Huai Paper in her dream. The figure passed her and walked into the living room, looking around, full of curiosity.

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

"......"

Was really stunned. After a long silence, he nodded vigorously.

"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 beckoned to me."

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

"... Most of the time, my mother will sit here and do some handicrafts. Sometimes, I will make some dolls for me. Dad will come back late every day, but sometimes he will hear when he is sleepy and sleepy. There is a sound of pushing the door in the entrance. Sometimes dad will ask if Zhenxi is asleep, sometimes his mother will let him whisper ... "

"The pictures of my grandmother when I was young, as well as my grandfather and mother when I was young, later changed between me and my grandmother ... I didn't hang up later."

Is like showing your treasure.

Zhenxi walks in her dream, wiping away the dust little by little, and telling the past to the only visitor.

Until the end, in the empty bedroom, she blew the dust off the canvas and saw the graffiti of the past from the mottled and falling colors.

"Did this actually stay here?"

She held the picture frame, sighed softly, and then laughed softly: "If this is not a dream, just want to take it back."

"Is it a very precious thing?" Miss Huai asked.

"It's true."

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

"This was painted by my father ... When I ’m not sensible, I often clamor to go to the big city that I ’m talking about on the TV. In fact, I do n’t even know what the big city looks like. Only the people there Dressed in a very beautiful skirt, there are many cute dolls and toys, and can not eat sugar.

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 painting is so ugly that nothing can be seen at all. This is it. "

She displayed the picture frame in her hand, and only the blurred color blocks remained on it, making it difficult to distinguish the appearance of the past.

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

Maki shook her head and whispered softly: "Mom told me that this is the case with Edo. At dusk, white tall buildings are rendered in pink colors, and the glass emits golden light.

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

"Did Miss Huaihui go to other places? Other countries and borders?" She turned around and asked curiously: "A person as powerful as Miss Huaizhi, must have been there?"

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

Seems to be admitting, but it seems not.

I don't know if I'm listening.

Is like being hidden in the mist. It is difficult to reach and will never be seen clearly.

However, even if it is cold, there is a feeling of peace of mind.

As if this person is around, you will never be afraid. When you hold your hand, you will feel very warm, as if shining by the sun.

But this is not enough.

Because she is lonely.

Zhenxi raised his eyes and stopped talking.

Has never been like this, want to understand her more deeply. I want to stand beside her more intimately ... I want to be like Miss Paper!

At that moment, the girl finally found courage.

"Miss Paper, I ..."

Then, the dream woke up.

Is broken 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 of my hand has been extended, as if I were going to touch something, but I didn't touch anything.

"Eh?"

She froze in place.

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And it is under the stone pavillion.

I don't know when, the scale has exceeded dozens of times above the ground, and it is so large that it is like a giant square in the basement.

Tongji's branch of things in his hand paused for a moment, removed his sight from the projection of the book of destiny, raised his head, and saw a small spot of light floating in front of his eyes without knowing when.

"Well? Is this ... a believer?"

Seemed unbelievable. She was silent for a long time and suddenly laughed softly.

Unexpectedly, in order to complete the substitute and create the reflection of the paper paper element, can even let the destiny of young master germinate from the essence of the soul?

And this part of divinity even pointed straight to Dongjun's direction, faintly possessing the characteristics of Xihe? No matter how deep the background is, it is a bit too much to think about, right?

What is this? Surprise or fright?

Is really interesting.

"Huai Shi, we really are the most cooperating contractor in the world ......"

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

Behind her, the wedge of a **** like a scorching sun was quietly suspended, glowing with a shimmer.

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Huai Shi opened his eyes and felt that something was wrong.

Of course, instead of seeing the pocket paper element hitting a crow or something, it felt like something had changed.

How does it feel different?

Early in the morning, when I was brushing my teeth, looking at the mirror, I saw my own projection in the mirror—it had completely turned into a pocket paper.

This is completely close to completion.

The shadow of Huai poem completely overlaps with the record of the paper paper element, and through the shadow of Shao Shiming as a medium, she can be said to be the incarnation of the source of Huai poem.

Can even replace him to complete some simple things and work.

If only the progress is fast, he wouldn't be so surprised ... But who will tell him what is the faint halo above the projection of himself in the mirror.

"Mother, it's a fairy!"

He stunned to put down his toothbrush, raised his head, and looked at the top of his head. Under the sunlight outside the window, the subtle and hidden halo above the head glowed faintly.

What is this stuff ...

When he reached for a slight touch, the faint aura quickly dissipated.

Seems to never exist.

Just squeezing his chin, thinking a bit, calmly analyzing, and then calling to yell at a black-hearted woman for a while, his phone rang instead.

Amber number.

"Have you done it?"

The phone was just connected, and an angry voice came from the other end.

"What?" Huai Shi was at a loss: "What have I done? Wait, is it because someone saw what Huai Su Su did last night?"

He stunned and looked down at his shadow.

Suddenly didn't know how to explain that his vest seemed to be refined, and there was a halo above his head. The ghost knows exactly what happened.

He just slept after a hangover.

Looking at the benefits, at least there are no more children beside the pillows with their eyes open as in the movie.

That's really inexplicable.

"I can't see the dead in the net."

"this one?"

Hearing the sound of Amber, Huai Shi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "Frightened me! I thought you would scorn my innocence out of thin air! In other words, what can I do if I can't see the net dead? "

"Isn't you really doing it?" Amber is still full of doubts: "Huai Shi, we are a grasshopper on the line. I don't need to say more about this reason? What do you want to do without carrying me ..."

Huai Shi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"He's all gone ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I drank like that last night, I walked barely, you just let me take the chastity thousands of miles away, just go and cut a middle-aged uncle, am I sick? How did he die? Who did it? "

"Who can it be?"

Amber's brain-sighing sigh: "Of course it's the wrong killer.

At this juncture, a candidate who left the scene was dead. This thing was completely troubled. You should be more careful. Maybe the people in Luming Hall will come to your door ... If they come to you, you do n’t have to say anything. Don't do extra things, I will be there immediately. "

"... Are you sure?" Huaixi asked.

"Otherwise?" Amber exasperated: "If you believe me or not, how many people are anxious to plant this black pot on your head?"

"No, I have no doubt."

Huai Shi 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 turned into dust in a loud noise.

The burly figure wearing Dou Li rushed into the room, roaring angrily: "Catch it, take the paper and kill you, the murderous demon!

Huai Shi shook his head and couldn't help sighing.

"It's just that this doesn't seem to be a good talk ..."

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