I just finished painting there and the sky became worse again. I decided to go back. If this painting is wet, I wouldn't be able to draw such a thing.

Now I have drawn the drawing I want to draw, so hurry up and scan and upload it, otherwise I will forget the feeling when it is too late.

So I ran again and got on the bus I took at the beginning.

On the way back, I was still in my mind the back of the girl I just saw. It wasn't that the girl's clothes were so beautiful, but I couldn't forget the artistic conception.

Especially when the girl was holding the fallen leaves in front of her eyes.

I feel like this is the window to the world I have been looking for for a long time.

What is behind this world? Why does she appear?

Why did she disappear again?

Is this my dream?

When I was a child, I liked to have some strange dreams. These dreams are bizarre. Now I can't tell what happens in those strange dreams. Almost no one can remember what the dreams I have are. Unless it is some very special dreams, people will basically forget them after a few hours.

In the past, I was an ordinary little boy who liked random fantasies, but the dreams I had were even more strange than the things I had random fantasies. At first, I wanted to tell others, but I couldn't say them, because the content of the dream had been forgotten by me, so I didn't know how to say it.

Later I learned a method to let me remember what I dreamed of, that is to use a pen to draw everything I dreamed of. In this way, I gradually got used to drawing. It’s not that my painting skills are so superb, and I can show things that ordinary people cannot draw, but I draw them frequently, so ordinary things can be drawn.

I like to draw some pictures, just like photography, but unlike photography, mine is drawn.

Most of the time the photographer takes a special photo, but I draw purely based on my first impression. Of course, this does not mean how high-end mine is, but what I draw is what I want to draw, not what I want to cater to.

When the bus arrived at the station, I got off.

Sure enough, I was still the only one in the whole house, and it seemed that I couldn't go back to my house to sleep tonight.

The door of the landlord's house was open below. I walked in to see if there was a bed, but to my disappointment, there was nothing inside, only a lot of messy things.

With helplessness, I could only go back to the hall. The door of the hall was closed and I had difficulty standing with a chair and turned on the air conditioner in the hall.

It's strange that although this air conditioner can be turned on manually, there is no button that can adjust the temperature. It was originally a little cooler because it was raining outside, but in recent days, the temperature has been too high, and the kang is deadly. The little rain has now been almost completely evaporated.

So before, I felt very hot, so hot that I was about to go crazy. Now that I turned on the air conditioner, it was indeed much better, but when I saw that the temperature on the air conditioner was fourteen degrees!

What the hell is this air conditioner? Isn’t it the lowest air conditioner at 16 degrees? How unique is this! Fourteen degrees... I will be frozen to death, especially now that I am locked outside the door and can’t wear any clothes.

I will definitely be frozen to death!

After blowing for a while, I couldn't stand the cold, so I tried a lot of effort to climb up there and turn off the air conditioner.

In an instant, I felt the warmth back into my body. When I was happy about the lost and regained warmth, the temperature rose again. When it reached a high temperature of nearly forty degrees, I was sweating profusely and my clothes began to become wet.

Why is it so hot? It’s not that hot before, why is the temperature rising so fast? Is this my life?

I have never done anything that is angry and resentful, right? No, I really want to do something that is angry and resentful, but I have never had a chance. I had a chance in the room there before. If I had no chance, it could not be considered an opportunity, because from beginning to end, I was just wishful thinking alone.

Thinking about it carefully, I really didn’t have the chance to do such things as the heavens were angry and people resentful. Before college, it was impossible. In junior high school, those were just fun. After college, Jiang Hui and I had some opportunities, but they were all wasted by me. Later, this kind of strange thing happened that I would become a woman.

It was too hot and I couldn't stand it anymore. I felt like I was being put in an oven. If this continues, I would be roasted soon.

I haven't felt so hot since I was a child, and it was particularly hot tonight.

There is no choice. If I don’t turn on the air conditioner, I will die of heat here.

With the last bit of strength, I climbed up to turn on the air conditioner switch with the spirit of taking the chestnut from the fire.

Then I jumped back to the bottom of the air conditioner port, and instantly the coolness came to my face, saving me from the heat.

I enjoyed it for a while with satisfaction, but the happy time was always the shortest. Gradually, I felt the cold and could not bear it anymore.

I stood there holding my arms and rubbed them hard. It was so cold. I was not the kind of system that could resist cold, but a relatively slender physique. Otherwise, others would not always mistake me for a girl, because even my skin was as delicate as a girl, so I was particularly sensitive to temperature changes.

It's so cold that I want to turn off the air conditioner again, but I feel confused when I think about it.

You have to choose a way to die, right? This air conditioner is quite high, and it is very difficult to climb up every time.

Is it frozen to death or roasted?

This is a question worthy of in-depth research.

If it is roasted, the clothes will deform, people will deform, and the flesh will deteriorate, especially in summer, which is so hot and the temperature will deteriorate and cause insects. Although I don’t like to fiddle with my appearance, I still want the basic appearance. I still look so ugly after death. This is not possible. If I die, I will have a better way to die.

In this case, it would be much better to be frozen to death. I am still the perfect me. Apart from being a little hard, the body is still no different from the original me. Well, I decided to be frozen to death. I was too lazy to climb up and turn off the air conditioner.

I lay on the sofa, and started to freeze. Suddenly, I realized something.

Am I stupid? Why do I think I am dead and choose a way to die if I have chosen.

I can still be rescued again, don't give up hope, I.

I jumped up from the sofa and searched the room to see if there was any clothes that could cover me.

In the end, God really didn't want me to be frozen to death. I found a few short socks and stuffed them into my clothes. With them, I shouldn't be frozen to death.

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