Maybe I can't have normal youth

Waking up in front of a door of a residential building.

"Ah, Siri..." The long-haired girl with a cross-body schoolbag stood beside her, her waist straightened, "Oh no!"

I suddenly became sober.

"Siqing!"

The girl heard an ambiguous smile at me, and then rang the doorbell.

Who are we going to?

"Sili, here comes." Fang Zhihua opened the door, "Quickly come in quickly."

Si Qing immediately turned into a slightly humped look with her head down, she nodded, and I followed Fang Zhihua's home.

"Ah, do you need to hold the schoolbag all the time? Don't you need to hang it together?" Fang Zhihua asked as he hung Siqing's down jacket on the hanger.

Si Qing squeezed the strap of the schoolbag tightly with her hand, only shook her head, looking a little nervous.

"Then, come, sit, don't be cautious, Si Li." Fang Zhihua sat on the sofa next to Si Qing.

From this perspective of the sofa, look up and look forward and upward-a big picture of Silly!

The girl in the oil painting wears a white T-shirt dotted with paint. Sitting on a small bench, holding an oil painting board in her left hand, she is painting an oil painting.Long black hair was randomly tied behind his head, and the bangs were also clamped with pink bangs, revealing a smooth forehead.The girl gently looked at most of the blank drawing boards, and the smile that could not be hidden at the corners of her mouth almost overflowed.

There are about half-person tall paintings except for the girl in the painting with only a vague background, but this is enough.The drawing board reflected in the girl's clear eyes, and through her eyes, a soft, calm but very happy feeling rose in my heart inexplicably.

Siqing sat on the sofa and stared at this Si Li like I did. Her fingers were the same as those of Si Li, but her knuckles were white because she held her schoolbag strap tightly.

"What's the matter with Si Li? Suddenly, she looked so engrossed." Fang Zhihua leaned close to Si Qing's ear, and looked at the painting, "You never looked at this painting very much every time you came. Today is in great interest. Huh? Isn't it really good?"

Fang Zhihua was blowing heat in Siqing's ear, and Siqing's eyes suddenly changed from gentle to extremely sharp. He moved his eyes away from the painting and moved his body to the side of the sofa.

"Si Li," Fang Zhihua also moved in Siqing's direction along the way. As much as Siqing moved, he moved as much as possible, "You haven't been here for a while."

Fang Zhihua covered Siqing's hand. Siqing struggled, but was firmly pinched and couldn't pull it away. "How about? You must miss me too?"

"You said a few days ago that you have drawn a painting that everyone will be satisfied with?" Fang Zhihua said as he put his arm around Siqing's waist with his other hand, "show me what it looks like!"

Since she couldn't break free, Siqing lowered her head and leaned on Fang Zhihua's shoulder.

"Wait a little longer," Si Qing said dumbly.

Perhaps Silly had never been so proactive before, and Fang Zhihua's eyes became brighter."Okay, okay. Then I'll watch it later."

"Oh, but if I am very satisfied, you have to bring the painting over soon." Fang Zhihua let go of Siqing's hand and touched her hair. "On the way you brought it, be careful. People see."

"You know, right? I don't need to say any more. This time Assonli is imminent, it will be less than a month before the deadline for the submission of drawings.

"The media and the public are very concerned about me, I must win again!"

"Sili, it's nice to have you. You are my lucky god! Hey, I know what happened to your sister more than a month ago. It's so unfortunate, hey! Things are impermanent, who can think of it." Fang Zhihua Holding Siqing in her ear and whispering.

"Yes... things are impermanent." Siqing closed her eyes in pain.

"Sili, you must be very sad, right? I didn't expect something like that to happen. It's great that it didn't affect your performance.

Still have to rely on you?

Or a self-portrait?

What do you mean?Could it be...

I stepped closer to the portrait of Silly on the wall.

"Love."

The name of the work is marked in the lower right corner of the frame.There is no writer who is.

"I look at it every day... it's so beautiful..." Fang Zhihua put his arm around Siqing and gently pressed his chin on top of her head.

"Sili, don’t be too sad about your sister’s death. As I told you that day, your professor at the National Academy of Fine Arts has been recruited this year. But it’s not hopeless. You are not at Ayton anymore. After studying for a year or two, I will look for opportunities for you every year, how about?"

"Hey, don't get too excited! You are trembling. Do you think I treat you well? Anyway, your sister is not there anymore, and your parents are usually at home for a few days. From now on, or you can live with me , Draw directly here! How about?"

"Then if you don't speak, I will assume that you agree. I will call your parents later and explain the situation. I think they will be relieved if I take care of you."

"Sili, how much I love you~ You know that too? Now show me your paintings!" Fang Zhihua finally let go of Si Qing.

"En..." Siqing straightened up and leaned on Fang Zhihua's body and opened the schoolbag, "Come on, let me show you. Look at this road to heaven!!"

Siqing's volume increased sharply and suddenly raised her head. As soon as her voice fell, a cold light flashed!

"Huh?" A fruit knife appeared on Fang Zhihua's waist.

"Go to hell!" Si Qing roared, holding the handle of the knife in his hand and rotating it forcefully.

I was shocked not knowing what to do.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Fang Zhihua seemed to be howling in pain before he realized something.

Siqing let go of the fruit knife, got up from the sofa, and stuck Fang Zhihua's neck hard, "Hahahaha...Is this answer you satisfied?"

Siqing, who was in a disadvantaged shape, pressed down all the weight of her body, Fang Zhihua's face was flushed, and her two big hands were tightly wrapped around Siqing's wrists, and they broke them outwards with all their strength.

Siqing's face was flushed with force.

"Ah!" Fang Zhihua exerted all his strength, Si Qing was pushed backwards, and a lot of blood leaked from the wound with the fruit knife.

Si Qing took a step back to stabilize her figure, and before Fang Zhihua could get up, she pulled out the fruit knife with her backhand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Blood spurted from his waist like a small fountain.

Si Qing did not hesitate to take a step forward, and the whole body leaped up, and while slamming against Fang Zhihua, his raised hands also fell.

"Puff--" The fruit knife held horizontally passed through the ribs and sank into Fang Zhihua's chest until it reached the handle of the knife without any hindrance.

"Ahhhhh! I hate you!"

"hate you!"

"hate you!"

"Hate you!"

One knife, one knife, one knife.

I don't know when, what was riding on Fang Zhihua became myself, and the already hoarse and deformed roar rushed out of my throat.With one knife, one knife, one knife, warm blood splashed on my cheeks, blurring my eyes, and my hands kept going up and down like a machine.

"Kang-dang--" The fruit knife fell off my hand.

Fang Zhihua has long been motionless under me.

"Huha, huha, huha." My chest kept rising and falling, and no amount of air seemed enough.

Where is Siqing?

Looking around, there is no clearness anywhere.

why?why me?How could it be me?

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Within the field of vision with the head down...Siqing's clothes, Siqing's pants, and Siqing's shoes...all wore on myself.

I?Is it Siqing?

Siqing?it's me?

The field of view was out of focus, I shook my head trying to stay awake, panting and raising my head to look in the mirror.

But the mirror seemed to be foggy.

Let me see!Let me see clearly!!!

I supported myself trembling with one hand by the sink, and rubbed the mirror with my arm with one hand, flustered, awkward and disorderly.It is more appropriate to say that it is wiping, rather than hitting the mirror.

The fog is still there, but the face in the mirror is getting clearer.Through the vast white fog, fiery red eyes stared at me, only separated by a mirror.

"Miki...I...what should I do..."

Miki in the mirror smiled at me, raised an index finger on his lips, and was silent.

Ah... the palms, arms, chest... the field of vision was filled with bright red.A sea of ​​blood slowly poured into the mirror, gradually flooding Huo Miki's shoulders, chin, and fiery eyes...

Overwhelmed my thoughts...