The self-recommendation of high-quality copyright was successful. Today is really a good day worth remembering.

(I don’t know what the use of that is though)

I made a mistake today. Oops, I really don’t know what my brain is for.

——It is now October 21st——

(I don’t know when the above text was written, my memory is bad...)

——10.22——

crime.

——10.23——

Qiu Ye woke up from the cold at about 3:30 in the morning. His whole body felt hot and his throat felt itchy... He thought he was sick for a while, but he was not.

The room was dark, and the only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing outside the screen.

He frowned and huddled up against the wall, as if this would keep him warmer.

Actually no.

There was a thicker quilt in the closet, but he didn't want to get up to get it. It wasn't until his stomach ached that he couldn't stand it anymore, then he stood up holding on to the wall. When he was about to touch the closet, there was a sudden bang——

…

Three days later, the room was filled with flowers. But Xia Ju always felt that the flowers had a rotten smell, just like her heart.

After all the guests left, Xia Ju exhaled a big breath and finally stood in front of Qiu Ye.

"Long time no see, Qiu Ye."

(Long time no see, Xia Ju.)

"You've lost weight again."

(You are not fat either.)

"But... he's still very handsome."

(That's natural!)

"I……"

( )

"wait for me!"

( )

(You are in front, wait for me for a while.)

…

The rain was pouring down, and there were not many people on the mountain. They stood quietly with umbrellas.

They placed white and yellow daisies in front of Qiu Ye, and Xia Ju was also there.

After they left, a bouquet of chrysanthemums was suddenly washed to the ground by the rain, and lay in Qiu Ye's arms with the most beautiful appearance.

…

Qiu Ye was dead, and when the news was known to people, most of them looked like they should have.

Ever since he couldn't sleep all night long, his friends had a premonition.

"Hey, I've advised him to go to bed early, but he just doesn't listen!" a female friend said in the group.

"That's right, he also said that you can fall asleep if you don't want to sleep. How is that possible? Fallacy, fallacy!"

"Oh, and look at the dark circles under his eyes, why doesn't he know how to take good care of himself?"

"Yes, yes! Oh, he's dead for a hundred years, what will his family do?"

"I don't quite agree with what you said. He didn't commit suicide! A man passed out at home with no one to take care of him. In the end, someone checking the water meter discovered his body. Don't you think it's miserable?"

"That's true! Xiaoju, what do you think?"

Xia Ju, who had been diving in the group, was suddenly liked by someone. Within a second, the next column read, "What do you think, Xiao Ju?"

"Um."

Xia Ju's reply was hidden in a group of messages, and no one noticed it. Or, no one cared.

…

Xia Ju was dead. When everyone knew the news, no one thought it was true.

"That's Xia Ju, committing suicide? Impossible, impossible!"

"I think so too, and I heard that he died in front of Qiu Ye! What do you think is going on?"

"???Why can't I understand what is being said upstairs! Didn't Qiu Ye die first?"

"Oh, I heard it was like this! Xia Ju died in front of Qiu Ye's photo. When she was found, there was blood all over the ground. Qiu Ye's family just went out to see off guests."

"You were wrong upstairs. Xia Ju sneaked into Qiu Ye's room in the middle of the night and committed suicide. When his family found out, his blood was all over the floor and he was gone!"

"Huh? So that means Xia Ju likes Qiu Ye?"

"That's Xia Ju, how could you possibly like Qiu Ye? Maybe you've made too many jokes about her, and you're hysterical!"

"It's a pity that he died like this."

"Oh, who says it's not the case? By the way, have you heard? Lan Meimei gave birth to a boy."

"Hey? When did she get married?"

"you do not know?"

"have no idea!"

"A baby boy was born? Wow, do you have any photos?"

"Yes, yes, I'll take a screenshot!"

"Me, me, I'll take a look too!"

…

——

Well, I can’t write anymore. I don’t know if you understand it. Well, actually I don’t know what I am writing.

What seems sad to oneself is just something to talk about when others are bored.

Sleep well and try to live for yourself!

Everyone in the world says you are not, you just go in with your left ear and out with the right ear. Don’t blame them if they don’t understand.

(Hoo, what am I talking about?)

My birthday is coming soon, and I have to write a fun chapter on that day.

Good night and early to bed, Oli! (around 11pm on 10.24)
Chapter completed!