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This is a thought that has nothing to do with the text.

When I was in politics class today, the political teacher talked about ideals and reality. There is a general meaning in the textbook, "There can be many dreams, but there is only one way to dreams."

I have to say that I wrote this sentence out of complete denial.

There can be many dreams? Is it OK? Life is short, how can you let too many dreams fly?

There is only one road to dreams? Don’t you know that there is more than one road to Rome? Why do you assert that we only have a boring road to go?

I am now getting more and more aware of the third year of junior high school.

There is a sea of ​​books everywhere, with both mental and psychological fatigue, and even endless homework after class. I am really tired every day when I am anxious to deal with various exams. May I ask my great motherland, did you create nine years of compulsory education to make the following people tired of the students for the rate of admission? Haha, I won’t be angry and ill. Because I am not a seller of oranges.

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Today, Nalan Ji wrote a diary for the first time.

For some reason, since she saw Yan'er's letter to her, she really has a lot of things to say. Perhaps these words are not so touching but not so touching.

After all, from beginning to end, Nalan Ji understood more than anyone else's reason for the cold-heartedness of people.

Nalanji picked up the pen, and the moonlight outside the window shone in on her face. Nalanji pulled the curtains without a trace. Although he was obviously a monster in the night, he hated the night color more than anyone else. It was really a mockery.

Nalan Ji lifted up his pen and displayed his beautiful handwriting on the paper.

She wrote this:

I don't know how long I can survive, maybe I still exist until the day when the world perishes. I don't know how long some people can accompany me, maybe until the end I am alone.

I have also had enviable love, who has never been the noble goddess of the witch?

The demon girl who has fallen into a demon now has the same appearance, but she is no longer as cold as before.

One day I will lift my sword and rush into the sea of ​​blood, and one day the fire of hell will surround me. I know the consequences and dare to do whatever I want. This is me, maybe this is me.

When I never came back, I realized that there is no need to stick to who I am now or who I am in the future.

It doesn't matter clearly.

Lan Ji'er, heh...

Mocking, mocking. Tears will no longer fall. I don’t know if it’s because they have dried up before. Only one pair of eyes is left to accompany me. I am very happy that these eyes will not cry. No matter how big the blow or how much grievance she is, she learned to smile. It’s okay to laugh with a desolate smile.

Nalanji wrote this and threw down her pen and looked at her diary. Then she kneaded the diary into a ball and threw it into the trash can. There was no further information.

There was a sensation of rain outside. When I opened the curtains, it was really raining. The rain fell like a needle. It was dense. If I remember correctly, it was probably the fairy in charge of the thunderstorm who cried again.

If possible, I hope it won’t rain on the day I die. Don’t dirty my cycle of reincarnation.

There was a knock outside the door, very rhythmic. Nalan Ji glanced at it gently and the door opened itself. Oh, it was Jiulan Shu.
Chapter completed!