If you had the opportunity to sleep alone in the upper bunk when you were young, you must have fantasized about what was going on with the huge space that was inexplicably vacant in the lower bunk.

Apart from the empty air, are there enough monsters who sneak up, stick out a big head with ten eyes, and stare at themselves in their sleep?

Because I was so scared that I had no sleepiness, I was so scared that my whole body was convulsed, and then at night, I had some nightmare of being chased by ten terrible monsters.

Or the thing "upper bunk" is not a simple bed in dreams, but a small boat.

Below me is an endless ocean.

The sea water is so cold that you can feel it without touching it. There is a wet feeling at your feet, which is probably the wetness of the sea water.

None of the wet and cold things are good things.

Although after waking up, it is proven that I am really holding my urine so hard.

When I was still young, I became a little weaker and drew a map with no face, and then I was ridiculed the next day.

Or, I woke up irritably, endured the trouble of fearing the darkness and the upper and lower bunks, and flushed into the darkness and cold toilet, and had to turn on the bathroom heater before I could take off my pants, as if that would be able to dispel the monster with ten eyes that would stick out from the toilet.

Anyway, the lower half doesn't feel very comfortable.

Walking in the white mist of such a dark night, Ningning felt such disgust.

It seems like I am dreaming, but I can be inexplicably sure: this is not a dream.

In a chest-ring posture, clamping her hands to her warm armpits, Ningning absorbed the only warmth in her rare body. She looked around from time to time, and occasionally turned her head suddenly and made the sound of smoking in a cold air.

It was just because she seemed to hear something, and everything seemed to be silent.

I became more and more irritable.

Just walking alone without anyone to accompany her, it felt like she was when she came from the south.

Although that kind of loneliness can be solved by constantly discussing with people and getting "rewards", of course it is also very interesting, but...

She stopped.

But after going out for a long time, she really wanted to find a place to rest, and even thought of going home.

Until the antique two yuan shop in Wuhou District.

It was a magical place, which rarely gave her the feeling of going home.

How to say, isn’t it just what daddy and those uncles often do?

No, no, why did I think of coming here? It's really a mess.

Ningning pulled her braid and shook her head, hoping that she could shake off these thoughts. These emotions made her feel so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry. Was the position of her heart pinched? How could she twitch and twitch?

The more she left, the more she felt chills all over her body, and even the roots of her teeth were sore. In the end, her face turned completely blue and she couldn't see it.

In such a difficult struggle, I inexplicably missed those two people.

She opened her mouth with difficulty and said to herself: "Although you are very noisy, but..."

The lingering sound was interrupted after the word "but", and Ningning was unwilling to continue speaking.

I really hate myself. I'm just a little lonely. Does this mean that I want those two long-winded bastards to be with me and make fun together?!

It's so annoying, so why is it a little sad?

Is it because of myself, because they have not come to find me for so long, but instead think they are disliked?

Ning Ning gritted her teeth secretly.

Her short nails were embedded in the back of her hand, leaving almost bloody red marks.

Sure enough, are they the same as those children?! It is because she is different from them, so she calls herself a monster and a man-woman behind her back? There is also a title that even more ugly that she doesn’t understand very much!

But aren't we all the same?

Aren’t we all kids with two eyes and one nose?

Pick.

Water drops fell on the ground.

Then drop

Is it a drop of rain falling? Is it raining?

Ning Ning raised her head and wanted to find traces of rain. However, she unexpectedly discovered that despite the wet and coldness, there was no rain falling in the sky.

Then why is the rain on the ground?

Curiously, she reached out to caress the traces that had crept into the soil and spread out.

Pick.

Another drop fell on the back of her hand.

It was still warm when it was touched in the first second...

Oh! Ningning suddenly realized.

It turned out to be tears falling from my face.

She seemed to be mocking herself, touching her cheek, and the tears that were cut off in the waist could not stop her from falling desperately.

When tears penetrated her lips, her dry and cracked lips moved, were the tears warm or salty.

Hate.

The heart tightened again. In addition, even the breath seemed to be being taken away.

Ningning rubbed the location near her heart with difficulty, bent down unconsciously, feeling the pain she had never experienced before.

"It's so uncomfortable. Now, no one will rob me of food, and I won't rob me of it..."

She murmured to herself with a bitter face.

At this moment, a male voice that was different from the ordinary but clearly sloppy in her ears suddenly rang out.

"Oh, this stone bun is so delicious!"

who!

Ningning opened her eyes wide in surprise, put down her hand and blocked her in front of her, making a defensive posture.

But before she saw the figure, she smelled a scent.

"It smells so good..."

Ningning's saliva conditioning flows downwards.

This is the aroma of wheat.

"Haha, who said he didn't want to eat it?"

The other party giggled, not very rampant, but the kind that was clearly joking.

The man approached her in the white mist.

The girl immediately became happy.

Could it be...

Before Ningning could see the person clearly, she couldn't help laughing and said excitedly: "Is it you...ah, it's you--"

Once she saw the appearance of the visitor clearly, her face was filled with great disappointment.

The person who came was not someone else, but the monk who was thin and slim and made himself sweet lotus flowers.

This disappointment was signaled by a rapid decline in the tone, and her heart landed again to the bottom.

It turns out that it's not you.

But why aren't you?

Ning Ning curled her lips, clenched her fists tightly, feeling as if tears were spinning again.

No! Can't cry! She tried her best to stop herself.

It's really strange that I am not like this...

"You are here..."

Knowing that she was not a welcome tone, the monk didn't care.

He just smiled and said, "You don't want to see me, but I'm very happy to see you."

After saying that, Monk Dian giggled again. It turned out that he did not show any displeasure because of Ning Ning's disappointment, but instead smiled even more at ease.

Although it wasn't them, they were living people at least. After all, Ningning's heart slightly cleared away some of the haze and became much more relaxed because of his appearance.

"Men, have you seen two annoying bastards?" The girl couldn't help but relax her tone and said in that tone to her acquaintance.

The monk smiled and shook his head slowly and said, "The monk doesn't know, he doesn't know."

He, who claims to be a monk, doesn't care about the troubles caused by these titles at all.

"Do you eat?"

Shaking the stone bun in his hand, the monk smiled and asked Ningning if he wanted it.
To be continued...