Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: Sorrow Chapter 2

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The line segment with two endpoints.

The one with one endpoint is the ray.

The line has no endpoints.

Qi Ming and Yi Yao are like lines released from the same end, but facing different directions. So farther and farther. further and further.

Every day, it becomes even more different from the day before. Life is written in two versions, scribbled and neat. The color faded by time again. Illegible.

Life before the age of thirteen seems to be condensed into that same point.

Grow up in the same narrow and narrow alley. Wear a red scarf in the same year. I like to watch Doraemon at dinner. At that time, Qi Ming's family was still an ordinary family. My father didn't make two million to buy a high-end apartment. The sunlight illuminates the thriving life in the dark from the same angle.

At the age of thirteen, life moved in two directions, blasting swift rays.

In Qi Ming's memory, one evening that summer, Yi Yao's father left the alley with a heavy box. When he left, he squatted down to hold Yi Yao, Qi Ming lay on the window and saw the tears rolling out of her father's eyes.

When he was fifteen years old, he heard Yi Yao say that my mother is a prostitute. She is a bad woman.

Every life is like a full and sweet fruit. It's just that some lives were consumed too early, revealing the crumpled and **** inside.

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Like a crumpled and hard core.

Yi Yao lay in the darkness. Think of it this way.

Outside the window is the freezing cold in winter. There were large, heavy, lead-grey clouds floating in the gray sky. Moonlight is impenetrable.

But then again, where does the moonlight come from.

It's just that the light opposite Qi Ming is still on.

His curtains were illuminated by a fluffy halo from the yellow light from his window. He should be still reading, and there should be a cup of hot coffee or milk tea beside him. There may be a bowl of freshly cooked wontons.

After all, he is a different person.

Qi Ming, seventeen years old, has a face that is so young that he almost shines. In the white shirt and black uniform, the skeleton and muscles are growing taller and stronger. The boy's seventeen-year-old, as if he heard the sound of clicking when he was growing up.

The first place in the school. Monitor. In the sprint city competition, he was second in the event of a foot injury the day before. Ordinary families, but they are also about to move out of this alley and live in a high-end community with a view of the river.

Wear the school uniform properly, never dye or pierce your ears, and will not wear a T-shirt instead of a shirt in the uniform because of being handsome like other boys.

Like creatures. There is also the history of European literature and art.

When I entered school, I received love letters from school sisters and sisters of all grades. But no matter how many letters he received, every time he could still blush.

And what about yourself?

In the words of the slightly vicious mother, "yin is heavy", "lifeless", "if you feel bored at home, you will get a worm."

And this is the self, but in the alley every morning, I meet Qi Ming who is completely different from myself.

Then we walked to the alleyway where the light flooded together.

Go to the entrance of the light source.

This is much like a sad metaphor.

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Yi Yao sits on the toilet. My heart was cold.

How many weeks have not been here? three weeks? Still almost a month?

The unspeakable fear made her squeeze her hands to the bone. She put on her pants and opened the door quickly until she heard a rough knock from her mother outside the door.

Unsurprisingly, I heard my mother say, "You close the door for so long, do you want to die inside you!"

"It would be great if I could die." Yi Yao answered inwardly.

The cafeteria is always full of people.

Qi Ming searched for the lunch box for a long time before finding a seat for two people, so he waved to Yi Yao in the distance and asked her to sit down.

Yi Yao has been eating very slowly while eating. Qi Ming turned her head to look at her several times, she just held the chopsticks still, staring at the bowl as if flowers were growing in it. Qi Ming knocked the edge of her lunch box with chopsticks several times before she returned. I just smiled softly.

The people who ate all the way to the cafeteria are almost gone. Yi Yao and Qi Ming left after eating.

The sink at the back of the cafeteria is also empty.

The taps are lined up. Water dripped sporadically.

Qi Ming rolled up his sleeves and put the lunch box under the faucet. As soon as he unscrewed it, he felt cold and bitter, and he couldn't help but withdraw his hand with an "ah".

Yi Yao stretched out his hand, took his lunch box, and started washing with water.

Qi Ming watched her hands scrubbing the lunch box. There are no nails that girls like to keep, nor are they as white and tender as other girls after careful maintenance. She also had a red frostbite on her little finger, cracking a small opening.

He watched her quietly rubbing Qi Ming's stainless steel lunch box, and an unknown place in her chest seemed to roll into a stone suddenly, rolling to an unknown corner. Then there was a faint sound in the darkness.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and touched the girl's slightly lowered head.

"Are you just rubbing a handful of lard against my head like this?" Yi Yao turned around and smiled faintly.

"You really speak..." Qi Ming frowned, a little angry.

"What is it?" the girl turned her head back, with a cold expression, "Is it really like my mother?"

The sound of the tap rushing.

It's like a gate that is suddenly opened. As long as no one closes it, it will leak water endlessly. Until it empties everything in it.

Walking from the cafeteria back to the classroom is a quiet tree-lined avenue~IndoMTL.com~The sycamore trees on both sides only have bare branches in winter.

The leaves are all over the ground. Yellow. Red. Slowly fester in the rain of the previous day. There was a smell of leaves floating low in the air.

"How do I feel the smell of mold." Yi Yao said suddenly, stepping on the fallen leaves under his feet.

Qi Ming did not answer. Wu Zi walked forward. When he felt there was no sound around him, he turned his head and saw Yi Yao, who was three or four meters behind him.

"What's wrong?" Qi Ming raised his eyebrows.

"Can you go and buy me something this afternoon."

"Okay. What to buy?"

"Pregnancy test paper."

Suddenly a bird flew over the top of his head, and the sharp bird's call abruptly pulled a transparent hole in the air. The hand that had just been covered with water was exposed to the wind and was blown cold, almost unconscious.

The two stood facing each other. No one spoke.