Memory is a blank, sleeping, dream is a blank page, suddenly in the blank page appeared a pair of eyes, blood-red eyeballs, cold looking at nine tones, nine tones bet, woke up.
Looking around again, Jiu Yin knew that he was in his room, and Gong Xinle was sleeping soundly next to him. Wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and nine sounds breathed a sigh of relief. Just in my dream, the nine tones were corrected into a ball. Not now. Nine tones are much easier. At the moment she woke up.
Put on casual clothes, nine tones habitually trimmed wrinkled clothes, then put on white sneakers, carefully opened the door and went out.
When I walked to the big hall, I looked at the numbers on the clock, and nine tones realized that it was only five o'clock now, and nine tones couldn't sleep. I'm in high spirits now.
Walking in the back yard, Jiuyin is regarded as a morning walk. Now there is no sunshine, the yard looks a bit cold and the air is not good.
Turning around, nine tones saw the blood, his face suddenly turned pale, and he covered his mouth in fright. At the gate of the courtyard lay a man, nine tone carefully walked past, she felt this picture is familiar, but it has no memory, in the discovery that the man is the first sight and the first thing in Yongxia: run past. Inexplicable worry.
"Somebody!" Nine tones shouted, tears can not stop flowing out, looking at Yongxia's hand, sleeves were swollen by blood blisters, blood seems to have not stopped, is a little bit of flow. Nine tones dare not touch Yongxia's hand, and tears flow down uncontrollably.
Standing on the bedside of Yongxia, nine tones are dull. He looked at the palace Xinle left to get busy on the right, and nine tones didn't know what to do. Nine sounds can't do anything, can't help people bandage, can't do anything, just stand aside, don't talk and don't move.
Outside the girls around the group of watching, ginger days in the girls outside, quiet and silent standing, do not speak.
Nine tones stood there until noon and night. I lost my mind. My mind is the blood of Yongxia, rendering the blank pages of nine tones.
Nine tones she didn't know what to do, standing there upright, freeze-frame. Like a statue, motionless.
I suppressed something in my heart, and I breathed like I was about to suffocate. Nine-tone fear, she is afraid. The vampires in Grandma's story, the blood makes the vampires crazy, the blood-red eyeballs. Yongxia impressed Jiuyin most.
Looking at Gong Xinle walking up and down for Yongxia replacement dressing, Jiuyin looked fascinated and thought about what he could do for Yongxia. Inexplicable a string of words invisible shadowless appeared in the nine-tone mind, the heart emerged a number of why?
Looking at Yongxia again, he slept in a dream, muttering to himself, the pale face, the red ribbon in the trash can, the glass bottle, the strength of pulling the sheet with his right hand, and the sweat on his forehead...
The wind slow