The girl sat on the ground for a long time, looking at the paper that had turned to ashes and left no trace, and felt that despair again.

She gave up and tossed the notebook aside.

I felt that yin qi disappear, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

If I can't save her, I hope she will be reincarnated normally instead of being destroyed by me.

The girl looked at her hair hanging down to her chest, and under her gaze, the clothes on her body also changed, just like the dress of Goddess Yan in the video.

She sneered and went to the living room.

Her living room was large, probably a three-room house, and half of the wall was torn down to make that room a small hall.

There was a piano in the small hall.

The girl walked to the piano, lifted the flannel, stroked her skirt, and sat down in a chair.

She started playing the piano, which was the song that Goddess Yan played in the video.

The beautiful note became sluggish after a while.

It's not that she's forgotten the score, it's that she's bored.

Her hairstyle and dress were restored to their original shape. After an accent dropped on both hands, the whole person did not move.

Half an hour later—

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

She turned her head to look at the door.

"This is it, isn't it?"

"I remember this being the room. Didn't they come together at that time? ”

"Yi Huan! Yi Huan! ”

There was a girl's cry outside the door.

The girl's tears rolled down.

"Let's give another call." Someone said.

There was a buzz of a cell phone vibrating in the room.

"It's on, but no one answers."

"She's turned on, she must have seen the message in the group, right?"

"It doesn't have to be ......"

The girl staggered to the door, reaching for the door. Her hand ran through the door, and she fell out of it.

I hurried up and saw three girls outside the door.

The three girls are all familiar to me, and they should all be my sister's junior high school classmates. I didn't see my sister, they didn't see me and the girl.

The three girls were chattering and talking about the girl.

The girl fell at their feet, half of her body matching their feet. The girl looked at the scene in amazement.

"I used to say that we took pictures together...... I also wanted to make a video and put all those photos together. One of the girls said disappointedly.

"You don't have to be unreachable. We left her a message and waited for her when the car started. She may have had something going on lately. Another girl said.

"Maybe you didn't do well in the ......," the third girl said, and immediately shut up.

The three men looked at each other.

"Maybe the phone was dropped?" Someone broke the embarrassment.

"Did you bring any paper? Stuff a note for her. ”

"Nope. I saw the supermarket when I came just now, so let's go buy it. ”

"This kind of door doesn't have a crack in the door. Buy this N times sticker. ”

"Put one in your mailbox too. What floor is this? ”

The three of them said as they walked downstairs.

The girls remained in their original positions, watching them leave and waiting for them to return.

A square yellow note was attached to the door, with a message and an expression at the end.

The three girls do this and look at each other.

"What if we get the wrong door?"

"I remember this is the room, and the door is this green."

"W-you're disgusting!"

They giggled for a while, and wrote an extra note:

"Hello!

We are looking for Yi Huan, a student who graduated from Moral Education Junior High School.

If she lives here, please give her the following message.

Thank you very much! ”

"That's it, right?"

"Alright."

They put away their things and went downstairs.

The girl followed.

When they arrived at the mailbox downstairs, they wrote two identical notes, put them in the mailbox, and carefully exposed a corner of the mailbox.

"That way, when they come back, they know that someone left something for them." A girl snapped her fingers, triumphant.

The three of them left the neighborhood happily.

The girl kept watching. When they left, he reached out and pulled out the two notes. She touched the emoji on the latter slip of paper, crying and laughing.

It was getting dark, and many people were returning home from work. The girl's parents never returned.

She also left home, did not go to school, but took a car, changed cars, and arrived at a side street.

I guessed her destination before she arrived.

This is the place that my sister chose when they took pictures. When they graduated from junior high school, their group of little girls took those pictures here.

This place is considered a cultural street, and it is planned to be turned into a tourist attraction. It's just that it didn't work out in the end. The house was built, and when the store was introduced, there was trouble, and the renovation work around the area was stopped. Many of the shops are still empty. However, the landscape is good, and there are few people, and some photo studios choose to take wedding photos here.

The girl walked along the road, stopping in many places, and then went on again.

She walked to the end of the road and sat down on a bench at the end of the road.

The soft yellow light of the street lamps illuminates the entire street, and the occasional shadow also makes the picture look even more attractive.

The girl's hand reached out.

A fairy wand appeared between her fingers.

The crackling light of the fire bloomed like a blooming flower.

The colors of the firelight are colorful, and it is probably because of the girl's mind that this change has occurred. That fairy stick never burned to the end, and it just went on.

Until the girl is discouraged, the firelight and the fairy stick are gone.

She collapsed on the bench and curled up.

The girl slept here all night, and after dawn the noise of the next street was heard.

The dream jumped.

It's another night.

In my field of vision, a group of girls with fairy sticks took pictures. The figures of those girls are all blurred, only the flickering fairy rods are very real.

This is the scene that the girl sees through her eyes. It's not all memories, it's a bit of a hallucinatory effect.

However, no yin qi came out. It made me frown.

I don't know if a few days have passed like this, but someone finally passed by on this road.

The pedestrian looked like a disappointed tourist, saying that the road recommended on the Internet was very boring, and it was better to go to Kangxin Road. Another said that the love tree is gone, and Kang Xinlu is also boring.

They said they were on the itinerary and would be flying back tomorrow.

The girl sat up from the bench and hurried home.

Her family hasn't changed at all.

The two notes were still on the door, and her parents didn't seem to have returned.

She walked through the door to her bedroom.

The phone still has power, and someone makes a lot of phone calls and sends her a lot of messages.

She watched, and tears fell again.

It's all messages from her friends, it's all calls from her friends. The message in the group was refreshed to 999+.

She was a little moved, but also a little overwhelmed.

She couldn't communicate with people, and her attempts scared her parents, so, what about these people?

The girl sobbed.

She's not dead, but she's not alive either.

For a moment, feeling the girl's mood, I wished she could turn into a demon. At least, that way, she wouldn't have the same empty sense of despair as she does now.

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