A cool and slow little painter ❌ A lawyer who enjoys helping others
First-person perspective, campus, micro-suspense, dreams, time and space, micro-abuse double C
It's a newbie's work, feel free to scold me😖Please look back later👀
I always have a dream recently. In the dream, I like to stare at a young man, but his face is shrouded in a layer of mist. I don't see it clearly but it feels inexplicably familiar.
There is always a scene circulating in dreams. The young man stood quietly on the rooftop of the abandoned factory against the light.
I was not far away, raising my head, and the light reflected from the boy's plain white school uniform hurt my eyes. The breeze blows, and the hem of the clothes sways.
I watched in silence as he put down a pencil and jumped down without hesitation. Six stories was not high, but it was enough to kill him.
He fell very fast. Before I had time to react, I saw blood flowing from high to low. His shirt is finally no longer white...
Unofficial version————————————————
Twenty years ago, Tang Tang was a little reluctant to say goodbye: "Bye, little brother! See you next time!"
Cheng Xuran's eyes trembled twenty years ago: "Can you not leave?"
Tang Tang, who was in junior high school, stepped on the shadow on the ground: Let's get to know each other, classmate Cheng. My name is Tang Tang! "
The smile on the corner of Cheng Xuran's mouth in junior high school disappeared briefly: "Hello, Tang Tang. "
Tang Tang from high school: "Xiao Ran, can you give me your painting? It will definitely be valuable in the future, and maybe I will become rich. "
Cheng Xuran from high school: "Okay. "Actually, I can give it to you too.
