The singing of Goddess Yan is still playing in a loop.

"…The moment the eyes and eyes touch each other, holding hands and hands is the beginning of the first love..."

On the screen, Goddess Yan danced in the starry sky, full of dreaminess. The special effects are comparable to large-scale production movies with an investment of over 100 million yuan.

The theme of the song is love beyond time and space, but what the girl thinks now is definitely not this.

Her cell phone fell to the ground. She knelt on the ground, forgot to get up, her body slowly tilted, leaning against the bed beside her. Her tears kept flowing, but she couldn't wet the sheets. The tears disappeared in the air.

“…You exist outside the distant starry sky…”

The cycling of singing and MV lasted all night.

The girl cried and fell asleep.

The first time I saw the soul sleep like this.

She looks like a living person.

By dawn, the movement outside woke the girl up. She opened her eyes and did not have many sequelae after crying. She sat on the ground and slept on the bed for a night, without causing any discomfort to her. At this time, she looked like a soul.

She was stunned for a while, as if she was sorting out her own ideas.

There was a sound of someone washing up outside.

She turned her head and looked at the music that was still playing, got up from the ground, and turned off the player.

Dragging her footsteps, she walked towards the door door, held her hand out on the door handle, and she had not opened the door for a long time.

The girl lowered her head and tears fell again.

There was a very lifelike movement outside the door. I could hear the sound of washing, the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, and the couple's soft conversation.

"...You go to the hospital today to watch more. I'll go to the unit to take leave."

"Don't ask for leave. I don't know... I don't know how long it will take..." The female voice choked up, "I don't have to go to work anyway, so I'll let me stay in the hospital."

"My daughter is like this, why do I go to work? She doesn't know when..."

Both of them started crying softly.

The girl's head was against the door, and the hand holding the door handle was also released.

After about half an hour, the couple went out together.

The sound of closing the door sounded, and after a while, the girl sniffed, twisted the door handle, and walked out.

She walked around the room, sat down on the sofa from time to time, looked at the community outside the balcony, entered her parents' bedroom, and lay on their bed. Afterwards, she went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and squatted in front to look at the slightly empty refrigerator inside. There was a large bottle of juice on the refrigerator door. The girl reached out to pick up the juice, twisted the bottle cap and took a sip. She didn't taste anything.

I saw the orange juice at its peak and it fell on the kitchen tiles.

The girl looked down and silently tightened the juice bottle cap and put it back in the refrigerator. She closed the refrigerator door, sucked the rag hanging next to her, wiped the floor clean, and then washed the rag.

Her hands were washed by water, but she didn't feel any coolness. She was stunned for a long time before turning off the faucet, wringed out the rag, and hung it back.

As she turned her heels, she went to the bathroom. On the wall next to the sink, she sucked the toothbrush holder, which was a little monkey-shaped look. The girl touched the little monkey's face, raised her head, and faced a mirror.

There is no figure in the mirror.

She reached out and pressed her hand on the mirror, and after watching for a long time, tears flowed out again.

She lowered her hands and pressed her down on the sink. She squatted down in pain and cried again.

It’s not that I can’t understand her emotions. She was the first soul I saw, struggling on the edge of death. She was constantly recognizing the fact that she was about to die. Compared to the despair and pain of other souls when they died, she only faced death itself. There were no terrible monsters, incredible supernatural events, and death itself was the most terrifying monster. The monster was slowly devouring her.

The more she cried, the louder she heard, and she was emotionally out of control. She thought nothing, just venting the collapsed despair.

It took a long time before she stopped crying.

She felt tired, and sat on the toilet with the wall next to her.

Her hands were placed on her knees, covering her face, her posture was not good-looking, and her whole body was slightly twisted and tightened to the extreme.

"Hu..." She breathed out, she raised her face and touched the tears on her face, and the traces quickly disappeared.

The girl dragged her feet out, looking confused.

She returned to her room and lay in bed, as if she wanted to have a sleep, and everything would be fine after she got up.

The child's laughter suddenly came downstairs, very loudly.

The girl turned her head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. She moved to the edge of the bed, got out of the bed from the other side, and stood by the window.

There are a few children running downstairs, maybe they are playing some games, and they are so happy.

The girl looked at it for a while and saw that the children were gone, she retreated to the bed and sat down.

She stared at the ground and was stunned for a long time.

The sound of the door opening came, and the girl turned around suddenly.

The footsteps changed from steady to rapid, and the girl's mother rushed to the door, saw what was on the ground, and saw the opened notebook. She widened her eyes, unable to hide her shock.

"Mom..." the girl shouted.

"Good...good, isn't it...got it...got it?" the girl's mother asked tremblingly, her eyes scanning the room, then turned to other rooms, shouting, "Good, bet! Are you back?got! Let mom see... don't scare mom...got..."

The girl burst into tears and turned around and rushed out of the room, "Mom!"

She stretched out her hand to the woman and wanted to hug her, but she walked over.

"Be good!" The woman was like a crazy blind man, wandering around the room.

The girl bit her lip and returned to the room, trying to use a notebook to convey a message to her mother.

She and I saw it. She went to hold the mouse and walked through the mouse.

The girl widened her eyes and grabbed it in vain for a few strokes, but she didn't even feel the air.

She didn't give up and went to get the pen in the pen holder, and still got a blank look.

"Good! Good!" the girl's mother was still shouting unwillingly, but the crying gradually replaced the scream.

The girl was trembling all over, "Why...why...wow...wow..."

Both mother and daughter were crying, but one party could never hear the other party's voice.

After a long time, the girl's father called and her mother told me about the situation at home. Soon, the girl's father came back.

"Look! This thing was taken out. It must have been taken out obediently!" The girl's mother held the iron box and the album, "It must have been going home obediently, she..."

The girl's father looked sad, "Wife, you... don't be stupid. How could there be in this world... Our daughter is still in the ward. Moreover, she is not dead. She is not dead..."

The woman was stunned and cried in depression.

"She...daughter...she...don't think too much...it's okay...it's okay..."

The couple hugged each other.

The girl stopped crying and just stared at her parents calmly.

Watching them cry, watching them pack their own things, watching them leave the room, and closing the door.

With a click, she was the only one left in the room.

She looked at the desk drawer at hand. With a casual pull, the drawer opened. There were a lot of fragments, calculator, triangle ruler, compass, markers, notes...

The girl smiled. She immediately restrained her smile, took out a marker and note book, and wrote on it. The tip of the pen fell on the paper, and after it was stroked, nothing was left.

The girl was stunned. After applying it twice, she gave up and threw away the pen and pulled the water pen in the pen holder. There was ink inside, but no matter how she wrote it, there was no handwriting.

She trembled and turned on the laptop. The computer was turned on, but when she called out the notepad and typing on the keyboard, the keyboard seemed to have failed. She turned on the drawing software, drew lines with the mouse, and clicked on the mouse, and nothing appeared on the screen. But when she used the mouse to turn off the interface, she succeeded with a light touch.
Chapter completed!