Sanchakou

Chapter 43

Over the past few days, Hong Yuan has been counting silently: he has seen the dead Feng Jun Jiuqian 690 around.

There are three hundred and six noodles left.

That night, he and Liang Sanli were lying on the bed, and Liang Sanli said, "Why are you so depressed recently?" "No." "Are you still thinking about Wenxin?" "A little bit." You'll get depression." "I'm not that infatuated." Liang Sanli reached out to tease his penis, but he didn't stand up for a long time.Her hands are cold.

After working hard for a while, she gave up and said, "You are as soft as me." Then, she slowly put the quilt on her head.

Hong Yuan listened carefully to her breathing, and the numbers were still flashing repeatedly in his brain: [-], [-], [-]...

The street lights outside the window were dim, and there was a dead silence.He saw the moon, and there was only one star near the moon, which was very bright.

He just looked at that strange star, kept looking at it, and finally got a little bit confused...

The gurgling noise sounded again outside the window, as if schools of sharks were spraying water.

This time, he didn't get up, but just stared at the window.

After a while, the bloody Feng Jun appeared. She floated in through the window and stood beside his bed.

A piece of muscle on her face seemed to have fallen somewhere, and it was not assembled. There was a dark and irregular hole in that place.

She said: "Tomorrow morning, you will see three hundred and five of me. Honey, I can't wait, really. Didn't you set up a tombstone for yourself long ago? When you die, you lie on that gravestone." In the grave." After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the window in a fluttering manner.

When she walked to the window, she seemed to have found something on the ground, bent down and picked it up, patched it on her face, and then floated out of the window like a shadow, disappearing into the dark night...

The sound of "gurgling" gradually became farther away, farther away, and finally disappeared.

In the morning, as soon as Hong Yuan opened his eyes, he saw a dense crowd of Feng Jun staring at him on the roof.

He suddenly lost his mind.

After a while, he finally came back to his senses and started counting those photos in fear: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...

The more he counted, the tighter his heart tightened.

Three hundred and one, three hundred and two, three hundred and three, three hundred and four...

Three hundred and five!

One more!
He slowly turned his head and looked at Liang Sanli.She was covered with a quilt and made no sound.There's just a bunch of black hairs on the outside of the quilt.

(End of this chapter)