The night is always too silent, and for lonely people, it is always too deadly, because it will pervasively erode the lonely people's brains and ruthlessly tear their hearts apart.
Qian Qianqian was lying on the bed, holding the quilt on her body with both hands, cold sweat on her forehead, her eyes were closed tightly, but her eyeballs were moving violently under her eyelids.
His head was shaking violently on the pillow, as if a hero was experiencing a thrilling experience.
"No...don't, don't shoot, don't..."
In her mouth, she was begging and shouting in pain, but she couldn't scream at all.
"ah--"
A sharp scream broke through the silent night, and Qian Qianqian rolled up from the bed sweating profusely.
Her rapid breathing made it impossible for her to get out of the nightmare. Her hands were still holding the quilt tightly and she kept breathing. In her mind, the bloody scene from twenty years ago was clearly visible to her.
swirling in his brain.
Cold sweat soaked her whole body. She grabbed the quilt and gradually curled up and wrapped her body under the quilt. Her frightened consciousness gradually came back.
Looking out the window, the moonlight was bright and bright, and it was facing her, as if smiling at her.
The cold sweat on her forehead gradually turned cold. She stretched out her hand and wiped it away feebly, her eyes filled with melancholy.
For the past few days, she had been struggling to wake up from such a familiar nightmare that she had gradually forgotten, just like before, but since she got to know that hateful capitalist, such nightmares have gradually become far away from her.
However, now, the nightmare is back, and once again it keeps pouring into her brain in the dark as if to punish her, making her afraid to fall asleep after being scared awake.
"mirror......"
She hugged the quilt and called Shi Jing's name in a low voice. In her mind, she could see the eyes and the doting smile that made her feel at ease and no longer afraid.
Qianqian, actually, I am also afraid of the dark.
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During the day, the last words Shi Jing left for him suddenly impacted her brain and frightened heart.
"mirror......"
She whispered her name again, again and again.
Suddenly, she suddenly climbed up from the bed, feeling moved in her heart. She dragged her slippers, quickly opened the door and ran out.
She didn't know where she was going now, nor where Shijing was at this moment. She only knew that at this moment, she really wanted to see him, she wanted to see him like crazy.
As long as she could see him, she would never leave him again, even if he drove her away, she would never leave.
Mirror, I'm sorry, where are you? I miss you so much. I miss you so much.
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The slippers under her feet made a clicking sound in the silent night. When she rushed out of the dormitory door, under the moonlight, the throbbing figure was right in front of her, leaning on the car at this time.
, looking at the sky quietly with a face full of melancholy in a daze.