Every man, when he didn't become a man, mostly had dreams of treasures. Many boys think that when they grow up, they will probably carry large travel bags full of all kinds of digging tools, and zigzag or not too tortuous towards the place where a large number of priceless treasures are kept.

Every boy used to be.

But when these boys really grew up, they didn't have any more extravagant expectations. Only a very small number of people are still stuck in childhood dreams. So a very small number of people became pioneers and adventurers.

Treasures, indeed, heartwarming. But if you want to trade your life, are you willing?

I'm afraid, I do!

I had a dream, but I had forgotten what it was a long time ago. Perhaps, I have inadvertently relived it countless times in my dreams. But who knows. After all, dreams are just dreams, although the delusion is a little better, but I am afraid that I will still not be able to achieve it when I am so ordinary.

Perhaps, forgetting, will be much better for your life.

Today is the hundredth time I have walked the same trail, and this trail is the route that Ban must take. After recalling it a little, my life seems to have been so boring and dull since I was a child. The elementary school, the country, and the high school era are folded lines for home and school. The college years are a three-point line between classrooms, cafeterias, and dormitories. And after work, it's even more boring, and it's completely the reincarnation of the company and the rental house.

This kind of life has ended one-third of his life in a dull way. I'm 26 years old, but I've never had a girlfriend. Don't talk about girlfriends, even if you don't even have a good friend. Every birthday, I just buy my own candles and cakes, and then gently blow out the flame that represents my age.

However, it doesn't matter if you get used to it.

Today's sky seems to be a little different, and there seems to be some inexplicable unknown atmosphere brewing in the air. Just after I walked out of the trail, a girl suddenly bumped into me.

She was a very ordinary-looking girl, not tall, and wearing a long pink dress. Her face was full of nervousness, and she stammered, "Hello, this, I, someone gave it to you." ”

Panicked and stuffed something into my palm, and she ran away like the wind.

I opened my palm and looked at it, and it was a bag of beautifully packaged high-grade toilet paper. Suspiciously, I opened it and saw a line of Xiuting's words written on the snow-white toilet paper

'To those who are destined. I hope you will be able to contact me and be my friend when you see it. My contact method is ......'

For some reason, I smiled, for the first time in my life.

Ninety-seven days later, I married the girl.

On the day of the wedding, a lot of relatives and friends came. It's just that none of them belong to me, because I have long forgotten the contact information of my relatives and even my parents, and friends, in my life, there is no such thing.

My fiancée's friends blessed us both, saying that she and I were destined to come together in the first three lives. I smiled, and I smiled brightly.

After the wine has passed thirty years, all the guests have been sent away. The female creature who had just become my wife did not sit shyly at the head of the bed like an actor on a third-rate TV, but eagerly opened the gifts and red envelopes she received and counted them with a smile.

"My dear, our wedding is a complete success! The red envelopes alone have received more than 30,000 yuan. She turned her head to me with a smile on her face.

I was so excited that I just swept my gaze over the pile of gifts one by one, and an inexplicable emptiness filled my heart. Suddenly, the gaze paused. My vision reflects a strange headshot.

It was a bronze head, with a round head, and a head that seemed to be wearing a helmet. The back of the head is made of mending hair and cast hair ornaments, like butterfly-shaped flower flutes, and the interspersed are tied with wide bands. The portrait is beautiful, full of energy, the big eyes are harshly closed, the nose is very pointed, and the whole outline reveals a burst of mystery and weirdness.

The moment I saw it, my whole nerves froze, and my body twitched as if it had been electrocuted. I stared at it with my eyes wide open. Then slowly, but very hard, he reached out and held it in the palm of his hand.

"What is this?" My wife looked at me suspiciously, and then looked at the human head in my hand in confusion, "It's weird, it's terrifying." I don't know which guy made a joke on us. ”

"No joke!" My words rushed out of my mouth, loud as if they were arguing.

My wife was startled and looked at me in shock for a while, and then she carefully pretended to be tired, yawned and said, "People are sleepy, prepare to wake up." Husband, you should hurry up and throw away that strange thing and get up early. ”

My ears didn't pick up her voice, and I was fully engaged in the strange bronze head. I don't know how long it took before I moved my stiff body slightly.

Suddenly, I felt that my life was extremely boring, so boring that I had no intention of surviving.

I walked to the window and looked out into the night on the twenty-first floor, thinking leisurely and clearly about whether jumping down would end my life without pain.

Shaking my head from side to side with my hands, I turned and leaned against the freshly renovated white wall. The eyes are on the wedding photo. In the photo, the wife's smile is very bright and sweet, as cute as an angel.

I couldn't help but laugh too, but my smile in the mirror was so weird. My hand was holding on to the portrait, and for some reason, I even felt that the thing in my hand was more important than my life.

Life, it's really boring, especially my life. Perhaps, death would be much better for my life. But what about the wife? She had just married herself, and she thought she would bring her happiness. How could this creature, the only and most important creature for herself, disappoint her and make her sad?

It's better to take her to hell together, Huangquan Road, at least everyone will not be lonely.

My smile turned bright in the mirror opposite, I hummed quietly, went into the kitchen and pulled out a sharp kitchen knife, and gently opened the bedroom door.

The wife slept very comfortably, she breathed gently, and her beautiful nose twitched cutely from time to time. I looked at the sharp knife in my hand, and then at her fair face. I couldn't help but shake my head, and carefully re-covered the quilt she had kicked away.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed and watched her intently. Without hesitation, his right hand stabbed down......

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