"You bitch, please tell me quickly!" Long Xiaotian kicked Rufeng hard.
"I'll beat you to death if you keep trying!" Everyone was dissatisfied.
Rufeng took a sip of water, and then continued: "That was a woman, an ordinary-looking woman. She was wearing a white dress, holding a tin-copper pot in her hand, walking alone in the crowd, her
His eyes were sharp, and there was a hint of weird light in his eyes."
This woman was holding a teapot and walking, walking, walking, through the crowds, through the streets, through the passing clouds of the city.
No one knows why she is carrying a teapot, and no one knows what is in her teapot. Is it tea? Or water? Or is it empty and empty? If the girl was just carrying an ordinary teapot, it would be fine.
Well, the key point is that what she is carrying at the moment is indeed a weird teapot, like something from the old world.
The girl was walking around the world carrying a teapot, as if she had passed away years ago.
The girl was walking on the street, and no one on the street looked at her seriously. Some just looked at her with disdain, and some just looked at her in a different way. But soon they looked away, no longer interested in inquiring, and had no intention to
snoop.
This is probably just a girl with some mental problems. After all, there are too many crazy people nowadays, really too many, and you can meet one unexpectedly. Everyone thinks so, and maybe everyone is used to it.
So this woman walking alone in this bustling city seemed like a strange and bizarre scenery.
Like a beast in the sea.
The ordinary girl, who was clearly a bit glamorous, walked straight to the rooftop of a building.
No matter which building it is, these buildings all look the same, standing in clusters on the concrete ground in a wooden manner. There is no breathing, no heartbeat, and even no color.
There was wind on the rooftop, blowing gently and wantonly.
The gentle breeze blows on the face, blowing the girl's hair. The girl has shiny black hair.
When she came to the rooftop, the girl moved a few more steps. Now she came to the edge of the rooftop. Then she bent down, lowered her head, and looked down. This is a forty-two-story building. Looking down, the scenery is amazing.
It was thrilling, although there was no scenery. There were only heads of people below, and they were densely packed like crawling ants.
The girl tipped the pot in her hand, with the spout facing the rooftop, and then spilled a kind of liquid from the spout, a thick bright red liquid. The thick red liquid floated in the wind, and finally poured out.
On people's heads, faces, and sometimes clothes.
Suddenly some people screamed, some ran away in a hurry, some looked up and looked up. The crowd was instantly in chaos, like a pot of porridge, like ants on a hot pot.
Fear. Rejection. Panic.
People dispersed without stopping, and the bustling market suddenly became empty. Only a few people were left, with stubbornness that was not afraid of death and serious curiosity, and then their heads looked upward.
.
A woman. A woman.
It turned out that the boiling liquid just now was poured down by the woman above, because she was still holding the pot in her hand and still maintaining the pouring posture. Although they could not see her expression, but judging from the example, the pot was 80%
She's a crazy woman! That blood-red liquid is probably chicken blood, or dog blood. Or... is... human blood...?
Who the hell knows.
Anyway, what is that woman doing? What does she want to do when she is standing there at a high place?
You can't...you want to jump off the building, right?!
It is probably very possible, after all, this is not uncommon in this city. This kind of thing will happen every now and then. After all, the world is difficult, and after all, everyone has difficulties that they cannot overcome.
"The liquid in the pot was almost empty, and it was already empty. The girl let go of her hand, and the antique tin-copper pot began to fall freely, hit the ground, fell apart, and shattered into slag. Everything was like the beginning of a silent movie.
It seems like it’s over.”
At this point in the story, the wind stopped for a moment.
Everyone was completely immersed in the story just now, and their faces were uncertain for a long time.
It wasn't until Rufeng picked up the mineral water and took a big sip that everyone began to beg him to continue.
"What's going on? And then? Don't tell me the story is over like this?!" Ning Yuan asked reluctantly.
Rufeng, like his character, continues to show off.
"Isn't it over? That's it. The story comes to an abrupt end. That's it. You guys have watched too many Obama dramas and want to ask about the ending of everything. Isn't this the ending? Isn't it nice to have an open ending?
Let your imagination run wild."
"Let your uncle go, my brother Jie is just a fool. You have to make it clear and clear to me, otherwise I will never be done with you. What I hate most in my life is when people stop mid-sentence. Today you are
The editor has to smooth things over for me."
"Hey." Rufeng sighed softly and said slyly, "I really can't do anything to you. What kind of ending do you want for such a gloomy story? You can actually imagine the ending."
But Xiao Fan agreed at this time: "This is indeed a saddest story, and it's really a bit disappointing."
But Rufeng continued to talk.
"The woman let go of the pot, and then her body staggered around a few times as if she was drunk. Then, she stumbled forward."
Jump down!
Just a second ago, there was clearly a smile on her face, a weird and evil smile, a smile with no meaning, a smile that chilled people to the bone.
It is said that humans are animals that long to fly. It is said that many people dreamed of flying when they were children.
So there was the myth of Chang'e flying to the moon, and finally there were airplanes.
Maybe people have been greedy for this kind of nothingness. The body is as light as a swallow, as if it were empty, without any restraints, without any gravity, just like people are greedy for birds.
However, people are unconscious in the void, especially when they give up everything and jump.
At least, the face of the woman who fell in mid-air was asleep, and everything was so peaceful and peaceful.
Plop!
Shattered to the ground, consciousness and bones.
Yin Hong slowly swam away.
The woman suddenly raised her head from the bathtub, and then exhaled and inhaled heavily. The bathtub was filled with water, and bright rose petals were floating on the water.
It turned out that what just happened was just a dream. It turned out that she actually fell asleep in the bathtub.
Outside the window, the faint sound of heavy excavators digging could be heard. It was now 5:13 in the afternoon, and there was still an hour and a half before the date.