School Grass - William Castle

Chapter 113 Mermaid's Beautiful Bubble (7)

The thorn tree is waiting for its own thorn bird, and the thorn bird is looking for its own thorn tree.


The Thorn Bird sang the most melodious song with the last of its strength, piercing the thorns deeply into its chest and dying without regrets, making love eternal.In this way, it continues to circulate and repeat, from ancient times to the present...


The most beautiful things can only be exchanged with deep pain, huge wounds and even life!


Therefore, he is a tired thorn bird, and Hua Xiaoyi is the thorn tree he is looking for.This swan song is the violin in my arms.In fact, each of us is a thorn bird.From the moment he was born, he was doomed to look for his own thorn tree.No matter how painful and heart-wrenching the journey of searching is, we still persist in searching until the end of our lives.


An Yuxi wrote in his diary——When I stabbed the thorn into my chest, I knew it, and I knew it clearly.However, I still do it, I still drive thorns into my chest.So, Xiaoyi, please forgive me.


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The rain kept falling, torrentially and endlessly.


Hua Xiaoyi kept running, desperately.


It was muddy, wet and cold all over.


An Xihao followed closely, and he kept calling her name with a hoarse and frustrated voice.


They passed the overpasses of the college.


The water in the lake soared, and there was a mess of willow flowers all around.


Suddenly, swans screamed heart-piercingly in the air, screaming and screaming again and again!

Not far away, Hua Xiaoyi saw a scene of tragedy through the rain curtain.


She covered her mouth, opened her eyes wide, and screamed uncontrollably.


An Xihao rushed over, hugged her, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong? What happened? Xiaoyi! Don't be afraid!"


"Xiao Hei... Xiao Hei... and Xiao Bai... Xiao Huang...they, they..."


Hua Xiaoyi pointed forward, the corners of her mouth trembling.


"What? They? What happened?"


An Xihao looked in the direction of her finger, and his mind went blank for a moment.


The shore of the lake, which is far away from a bridge, is stained with blood... a large area, a large area, like splashed red paint...


On the surface of the lake as clear as Biluochun, there are blooming small red flowers, gorgeous and rich, coquettish in appearance...


A big boa constrictor fell in a pool of blood, its huge snake body was tightly wrapped around a white swan, its tail trembled coldly with only one breath left.


(End of this chapter)