Chapter 37 Section 10

Click click. In front of the mirror, Xiaofen carefully trimmed the sideburns of a high school boy. Looking aside inadvertently, there is a carefully folded blanket on the familiar empty seat. The ball game is about to start, why don't you come to pick her up? Shouldn't you be really scared?Was I really that fierce yesterday? However, since all the murders have passed... The tears I needed to cry flowed until yesterday. A scrapbook is just a scrapbook after all. After careful reflection, I don't seem to be qualified to criticize those players. After all, I haven't bought a single ticket. How can I tell them whether I support or not?Just cutting and pasting some news reports and worshiping others as heroes, in fact, those so-called heroes don't owe me anything.

Let's just treat the good memories in front of the TV as just that. There was a muffled thunder in the overcast sky. The sky, which had been brewing with some kind of emotion, finally rained. It's raining... Maybe if he was a little older, he wouldn't be able to play the ball game later.That's just right. Maybe it's going to keep raining, and raining, and raining. Maybe the later it gets, the heavier the rain. Maybe he's a bit timid, so he would be low when the store is closed, and he would open the iron door and sneak in wet. Maybe even if he came in, he wouldn't know what to say.

"Come later, I'll wash your hair for you as an apology." Xiaofen murmured to herself. "What?" The high school student wondered. "No." Xiaofen put down the scissors with a smile, and picked up the small mirror: "Look at the back, you are handsome!" ...However, they are all shaved into a big bald head, how should I wash it? Looking at the empty alley outside the door, Xiaofen couldn't help laughing.