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"She should be a very important person to me, why can't I remember her?" Gao Ming, who values ​​emotions the most, clenched his fingers. Compared with death, forgetting seems to be more desperate.

The red umbrella fell to the ground, and the delicate-looking woman had wounds on her body, as if all those wounds were left to save Gao Ming.

Disappointment accumulated too deeply, her eyes had become gray, and she took out a sharp knife from her bag.

"I'll get off at this stop." Gao Ming, who values ​​emotions the most, looked at the other people in the car: "You must reach the end! Don't really forget her!"

Seeing the woman walk onto the platform, Gao Ming no longer hesitated and got off the bus directly.

The door closed, and the bus continued to move forward. Other Gao Mings saw Gao Ming, who valued emotions the most, fall on the platform through the window. Perhaps in the eyes of that Gao Ming, the way not to hurt the two women was to hurt himself.

"The timid Gao Ming was assimilated by the protection of his family, and the affectionate Gao Ming committed suicide because of love. It seems that Gao Ming lost too much to become Gao Ming..."

The kind-hearted Gao Ming couldn't bear it, and he didn't want to continue thinking about it. Maybe the people who got off the bus halfway were not suffering, but the Gao Ming who stayed at the end was the real pain.

"If you want to go to the end, some things must be thrown away. We are racing against fate. Any burden may cause us to lose everything." The painter Gao Ming next to him said nonchalantly: "From this point of view, I am the most suitable one."

The kind-hearted Gao Ming glanced at the painter Gao Ming. Just now, it was the painter Gao Ming who used words to encourage the affectionate Gao Ming to get off the bus.

"Each of us is Gao Ming, but you give me a strange feeling." The kind-hearted Gao Ming looked at the strange patterns on the painter Gao Ming: "Who... are you?"

"Me? I am Gao Ming?" The painter Gao Ming laughed: "It's the real thing, even the soul is exactly the same Gao Ming!"

"Can you tell me what's written in your diary?"

The rain outside the window is getting heavier, and the kind-hearted Gao Ming and the painter Gao Ming are facing each other in the bumpy bus.

"Every entry in my diary is a painting, a scene I drew by myself." The painter Gao Ming has a gentle smile on his face, making it hard to guess what he is thinking.

"All paintings? The last diary is also a painting?" The kind-hearted Gao Ming seems to have noticed a detail.

"That's right."

"What did you draw in your last diary?"

Faced with the kind-hearted Gao Ming's question, the painter Gao Ming did not answer immediately. He narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke after a long time: "I drew myself."

The painter Gao Ming's answer changed the expressions of several Gao Mings in the car. Some Gao Mings who had met privately had read other people's diaries. The contents of their previous diaries were different, but the diaries of the last day all mentioned taking a bus to participate in an off-campus activity.

The last diary was the intersection of the fate of all Gao Mings, bringing them together at this moment.

The atmosphere in the car changed, but no one said anything. Everyone sat in their seats in silence until the car stopped again.

The rain hit the bus stop sign. This stop was called-I was once passionate and innocent.

The cold wind blew through the hearts of every passenger. No one knew how many stops were ahead.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

The voice of Du Bai from Class 13 sounded outside the car window. His family was poor, he was tall and thin, and apart from his school uniform, he basically had no good clothes.

"Pah!"

The schoolbag was thrown into the mud, and the drawstring of Du Bai's school uniform was torn. He knelt in the alley behind the platform, with his back against the trash can. The washed white school uniform was now covered with mud spots.

In front of Du Bai, several senior hooligans blocked the road.

"Are you disobedient? We just borrowed some money last time. Is it worth it for your grandma to run to the school to make trouble?" The leading hooligans had a Band-Aid on the corner of their eyes: "You caused us all to be scolded by the teacher, and I was beaten up by my family when I got home. How are you going to compensate for the wounds?"

"I, I didn't let grandma go to school."

"She is so old, aren't you afraid that she will be angry to death?" Several hooligans didn't care at all, and all laughed: "You don't feel ashamed, we are actually ashamed for you. I heard that your grandma was crying in the office and rolling around!"

Du Bai grew up with his grandma since he was a child. The old lady was uneducated and old. A weak person wanted to protect another weak person, so he could only do everything with all his strength.

"Why are you silent?" Spitting out the cigarette in his mouth, the thug kicked Du Bai in the chest: "Don't even think about going home today. We are going to have some fun with you."

Beating and bullying happened in the alley. Bullies are satisfied with the pleasure of dominating the weak. Even if Du Bai is not there, they will still target others.

The passengers in the car saw this scene. Some were indifferent, while others showed pity. Seeing that no one got up from the seat, Shanliang Gaoming hesitated and walked towards the door.

"Let me do it." Bad Gaoming took off his school uniform jacket and put his hand on Shanliang Gaoming's shoulder: "I feel that you are smarter than me and have a better overall view. You are suitable to stay in the car and escort us."

"You..." Shanliang Gaoming was the first time to see Bad Gaoming. The other party was covered with scars from fighting, which was completely different from the temperament of other Gaoming.

"I am a violent person at heart, but I don't like bullying the weak. I just like to do those bullies and bully them the way they bully others. I have no morals to speak of, and I don't respect the law. People can die at most. If he bullies me, I will do it to him!" Bad Gaoming got off the bus and took a deep breath.

The rain soaked his body, but he didn't care. He turned around and waved goodbye to the bus, then picked up a stone on the ground and rushed into the back alley.

Bad Gaoming and the gangsters were entangled, and the figure was gradually swallowed by the darkness in the alley.

The bus did not stop because of someone's departure, but there were fewer and fewer passengers in the bus.

One stop after another, a Gaoming would get off at each stop, and the kind Gaoming also began to become silent.

The world behind the door called the past was much more dangerous than he imagined. Normally, a person could not pick up all the desperate memories on the platform alone.

Time in the car kept passing, and after a few more stops, the bus stopped next to a hospital. From the outline, the hospital is a bit like Lishan Private Hospital.

The door opened, and the name of the platform near the hospital was - I once had kindness.

Kind Gao Ming seemed to understand something, and he looked at the platform with a sad look.

Complete Gao Ming, what have you been through? Even the kindness in your heart is going to be thrown away?

Moving towards the door, before getting off the bus, Kind Gao Ming suddenly looked at the painter Gao Ming: "Everyone, I will get off at this stop, but I need you to do me a favor."

Painter Gao Ming suddenly felt bad.

"I hope you can let Gao Ming, who loves painting, leave with me!"

Rather than saying that Kind Gao Ming wants everyone to do him a favor, it is better to say that he wants to help everyone one last time. There is some hidden danger in the painter Gao Ming, and Kind Gao Ming wants to use himself to drag the other party to death.