The sound of marbles hitting the ground came from the ceiling.

Misora ​​sat up from the bed.

White floor slabs.

white wall.

White quilt.

Where is this?

She stretched out her hands from the quilt, and she saw her hands. They were not her hands. They were very thin, as if there was only a layer of skin, with large and small holes all over them.

She suddenly lifted the quilt, and her body, like her hands, turned into pitted skin, barely maintaining a human shape.

The door to the room suddenly opened a little, and pale yellow light fell in.

She looked around, walked out of bed in a daze, and walked out of the door. She saw a person in the white mist.

Her ex-boyfriend.

Honest and honest, she means what she says.

I don't want her anymore.

"You will dream about it." Jiang You's voice sounded in his ears.

It turned out to be a dream.

She heard a rustling sound coming from behind her. She turned around and saw black branches growing on the white wall, growing and spreading, gradually approaching her.

Her body is dissipating.

She started to run forward, and the sharp branches passed through her body. She stretched out her hand, trying to get closer to him.

She was swallowed up.

The phone rang and Jiang You opened his eyes.

It's Shanshan.

Connected.

With a choked voice: "Xiaonan, Xiaonan, she left last night."

Looking out the window, the sky is very cloudy.

"I'll come over in a moment."

After comforting Shanshan for a few more words, Jiang You hung up the phone.

Checking the time, it was eight in the morning. He pulled up the quilt and slept for more than half an hour. Then he struggled to get up, crawled out of Cultural Street, and took a taxi to Tangjiang Cancer Hospital.

Nan Kongkong's body has been sent to the morgue.

Zheng Ying's expression was dull, and there was a kind of desperate persistence in her eyes.

She will take her daughter home.

Jiang You and Shanshan accompanied Zheng Ying to complete the remaining procedures and sign the agreement. After Zheng Ying followed the funeral home's car and left the hospital, Jiang You breathed out a long, turbid breath, "Although I was mentally prepared, I didn't expect it.

So fast, I thought she could make it through Christmas."

Raindrops slid across the window.

"When she left, her expression was very calm and she didn't suffer much."

"You have also worked hard during this period."

Shanshan sighed, "Teacher Wu Ya will come over tomorrow, and I, I suddenly felt a little nervous," she glanced at Jiang You, "We made an appointment at the Starbucks on the first floor of the mall, the same place where I took you to buy Lego toys last time.

Home, tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Then I'll go there."

"I won't go, I want to travel."

"Where to go?"

"I don't know. I want to go to an island, lie down on the beach, look at the sea, and completely relax." Shanshan looked at the time and said, "I have to go in and work."

"Are there many umbrellas? It's raining heavily outside."

"I'll give it to you," she paused, "thank you for coming."

"I didn't do anything to help."

Jiang You walked out of the hospital holding Shanshan's small blue floral umbrella. After walking along the walking path for more than ten minutes, he turned into the shopping mall and went to the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant where he had eaten last time to pack two portions.

Tingzi porridge and three other dishes, then took a taxi to Tang Butian's residence.

Tang Butian lives in a high-end community near Tangjiang University. The last time he and Tang Butian came in together, the security guard of the community did not stop him. This time Jiang You just walked through the window of the security room, and a different security guard from last time came out.

, he looked at Jiang You's dress and the takeaway in his hand, "Which building, how many cents?"

"Building 27, 1601."

The security guard took out the pager and after pressing it a few times, he asked: "Ms. Tang, have you ordered takeout?"

"No." A cold voice came out.

"I am her friend. You told her that Jiang You came to see her."

The security guard glanced at Jiang You suspiciously and said, "He said his name is Jiang You."

"Let him in."

The security guard put down the pager and explained to Jiang You: "There are a lot of takeout orders now. We have regulations here..."

"I understand, I am indeed like a food delivery person."

I walked into the community, found Building 27, and took the elevator up to the 16th floor. Just as I was about to knock on the door, the door opened. Tang Butian was standing at the door wearing light brown home clothes.

Her hair was tied up casually, and her face was still pale.

Jiang You gathered the bag in his hand and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Tang Butian stepped aside and Jiang You walked in.

"Just now at the gate of the community, I was mistaken by the security guard for delivering food. Your property here is really good."

"fine."

Jiang You took out the food boxes one by one from the plastic bag and placed them on the dining table.

Crispy squab, lion head goose, steamed pork ribs.

"Misora ​​passed away. I just came from the cancer hospital."

"What did you do?"

"I took her out for a walk yesterday and had a chat. I will go see Wu Ya at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon." He placed a piece of Tingzi porridge in front of Tang Bu Tian and opened the lid. "It's still hot. It's still hot outside today."

It’s raining and freezing to death.”

He sat down and opened the lid of another Tingzi porridge, "You didn't eat breakfast either, how are you?"

"The bleeding stopped."

"Sword cultivator's physical fitness is very good. If I were stabbed, I would probably have to lie down for half a month before I could stand up." Jiang You took a sip of porridge, and the hot porridge fell into his stomach, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "This

The weather is suitable for you to lie in bed, make some snacks, watch a movie, or listen to music and read novels.”

"Test level 4 tomorrow."

"You're already like this, and you still want to take the exam?"

"Um."

"Nowadays, everyone loves to label, such as the label of scumbag. Maybe a man just behaves a little scumbag, but once he is labeled with this label, all the signifiers of this word will be projected onto him and expanded.

Then what was originally a small quarrel or awkwardness escalated to something inexplicable, and turned into hatred, and there was an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"What's the meaning?"

"Basic concepts of linguistics, to show my knowledge." Jiang You picked up a piece of squab and took a bite. "The skin is soft, but the taste is okay. Try it."

"Do you sympathize with Nan Kong Kong?" Tang Butian asked.

"It's out of the question. I'll just come over and report on the work. Are you satisfied?"

Tang Buyian drank porridge, "What will they do?"

"We won't find out until tomorrow. To be honest, I've been a bit socially anxious lately."

Tang Butian looked up at him.

"I just don't want to talk to anyone, I just want to stay at home quietly and grow fat, no, fat. When will your exam end tomorrow?"

"Twenty-five past eleven."

"Then come with me."

"Should I go too?"

"Yeah, don't you want to learn? I'll give you a chance to watch on the spot. The taste of this restaurant is pretty good. We can go out to eat there tomorrow night, or go to another restaurant. I also want to buy something else."
Chapter completed!