When all of them are replaced tomorrow, things will be almost done.

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The beginning of heaven and earth, the origin of the chaos, at this beginning, there is no light or darkness, and the whole world is gray.

There is no creature or vitality, except silence and silence. Lasting eternity.

But with the fall of a meteorite, this world also has its own color and ushered in a new era;

The meteorite fell to the ground and formed a meteorite residue, which consisted of minerals such as iron, nickel, silicate, etc. In meteorites with high carbon content, a large amount of ammonia, nucleic acids, fatty acids, pigments and 11 amino acids were also found.

The sunlight lazily passed through the gaps in the tree, leaving only rays of light, obliquely touching the person sitting on the chair and pretending to sleep, creating a warm atmosphere around her.

A breeze blew gently, lifting the hair on her forehead and kissing her cheek. At this time, someone passed by, and he unconsciously picked up his phone and took a photo of the beautiful picture in front of him with a "splash". However, his actions disturbed the person who was sleeping. The girl suddenly opened her eyes and turned her eyes to the man.

The man smiled awkwardly, scratched his head with his hand and said, "Sorry... Beautiful girl, I saw you in the peaceful state on the chair, which made me feel very comfortable. It gave me a feeling of quietness in time, so... so I couldn't help but take a photo." The man stood uneasy and looked red with his face less than two meters away from the girl.

The girl looked at him quietly for a while and didn't say anything. The man looked nervous in her eyes, but she just didn't say anything. Over time, the man also discovered the girl's abnormality. He found that although he had his figure in the girl's pupils, the girl seemed to be in a daze when he did not exist, her eyes were dull, just like a puppet. The man seemed to be shocked, stunned, as if he didn't know how to reflect...

After a while, the girl got up from the chair and left. As soon as she got up, a piece of paper fell from the girl's body. The girl walked to a car and saw the glass in the car. She blinked, as if she was looking at her own appearance.

She was stunned and stood up and left.

But what the girl didn't know was that someone kept staring at her behind the glass.

After the girl left, she walked out of the car and came up with a handsome boy. He walked to the chair that the girl had made just now, bent down and picked up the piece of paper that the girl accidentally dropped, and gently brushed away the dust from the piece of paper.

There are only three words on this piece of paper - Wen Daxi...

The boy looked at the paper and smiled softly and murmured: "Wen Daxi, we will meet again."

After the boy finished speaking, his head lowered slightly, his eyes lowered, and his expression was a little excited, as if he had found a fun toy.

From a distance, the sunshine, leaves, boys, and the breeze at this moment, the sunshine penetrates the spots formed by the leaves falling on the ground, forming a beautiful picture.

He is a beautiful scenery in your eyes, and in my opinion, you are the only being in touch in my heart for thousands of people in this world.

This world is not beautiful. Fortunately, you are, because your existence has lit up my world and made this unbeautiful world a little bit better.

Wenwu: When I look at it, it was born in this world and was given a special meaning. When I was a child, it played with a creature with a strange appearance. This strange appearance was both eating and sleeping.

Oh, no, this creature has another unique skill, that is, it makes strange sounds, but it is this sound that attracts several other sounds that sound beautiful.

This makes it puzzled.

When he was a teenager, it accompanied this strange-looking creature to experience frivolity, pain, and obedience.

It seemed to understand something vaguely, but it seemed to understand nothing.

When he was young, it wandered around with this strange-looking creature, looking for opportunities, and witnessed this strange-looking creature constantly hitting walls and failing constantly.

I've been depressed and given up, but this strange-looking creature seemed to be unwilling to give up and gritted my teeth and walked forward step by step.

The wind gently blew the dust in the air, and the dust tightly attached to the wind. They played together, and the dust rushed over and joined in the fun. But what made it soundless was that the wind could not carry it at all, and the dust was too heavy.

The boy's confession:

My name is Xiu An. When I was young, I was curious and liked to eat it. Once I remembered it very clearly. I took a round and large apple on the table and wanted to cut it with a knife. Because the knife was heavier and I was younger, it was more difficult to pick up the knife. When I was cutting the fruit, I accidentally cut the thumb of my big hand, and the blood from my fingers flowed on the table. I remember it very clearly. There was a lot of blood. At that time, I didn't know anything, and I only knew how to use crying to attract the attention of adults. Moreover, my big hand had only one finger cover connected to the thumb.

The adults were also very anxious. My mother cried and said: Why are you so stupid, child?

Although my father didn't speak, he hugged me and ran very quickly. At that time, I only remembered crying, only knew that I was in great pain, only remembered lying on the hospital bed, facing the dazzling white light.

Ignore my parents' anxious mood, and ignore a lot of them.

When I was a child, it was also because of my naughtyness that when I was playing with others, I accidentally ate on the bench, which made my nose feel a little concave. When I grow up, I will also feel inferior when facing my appearance in the mirror.

In general, I am relatively well-behaved than other children.

When I thought my own life was just like this, something happened that changed my personality a little.

When I was in elementary school, I handed the homework book that everyone had to finish to the teacher, of course I was no exception, but after seeing the homework I handed in, I called me to the podium. I walked up obediently. When I faced the teacher, my face was red and very nervous. The teacher took my homework book, opened my notebook in front of the whole class, and showed it to the students.

(Because I liked drawing when I was a child, my homework book contains homework and some cartoon characters. By the way, I can't say they are cartoon characters, because the characters I draw are basically round, the upper body is also round, the arms are like two chopsticks, and the legs are two eggs, which looks very funny!)

Of course, all the students in our class laughed, and the teacher was even more so.

But at that time I was very embarrassed. My tears were rolling in my eyes. My hands were holding my clothes tightly, feeling very aggrieved and angry. What was wrong was that the teacher once said that he could hand over the notebook he had finished and I obediently abide by it. However, why did the teacher give my notebook to the whole class and let them read it?

The smiles of my classmates made me feel even more ashamed! This also made me feel very angry, but more annoyed the teacher. Since then, I have remembered this teacher. At home, I did not tell my parents about this. Because I think it is a very embarrassing thing. Since then, I realized that I should protect my privacy.

Persistence, it seems that these two words are left in life.

I began to pay attention to protecting my privacy and pay more attention to some issues in my private life. This incident made me shadow the teacher about the book I handed over. Since then, I have saved all my books well and would rather throw them into the trash can than hand them over to the teacher. In junior high school, I never skipped classes, never smoked and drank, and never thought of competing for the first place. It was really ordinary.

But I have a characteristic, which is that I don’t like to talk. Therefore, in the youthful and hormone-energy campus of junior high school, I am indeed a little out of place. Therefore, I don’t care whether my opposite sex or the same sex are worse. But I don’t care. I think it’s better to be myself simply.

Fate joked about me again. On the way home from school, I met a few boys who were the same age as me. They were wearing ragged pants, ragged tops, yellow hair, tall and thin, and had a scent of ignorant gangsters. They stopped me, surrounded me, and formed a circle. I couldn't run away. They asked me for protection fees, but I didn't want to give it to them, but the scene at that time forced me to give it to them. I trembledly reached out my pocket and handed the money in my pocket to them. One of them took my things, looked at it, and said angrily: Damn, how could this kid have such a small amount of money? I didn't expect that this kid was dressed well and was actually a pauper?

At this moment, someone suddenly pressed me to the ground, stamped my feet, and cursed: It's so fucking unlucky. I encountered such an unlucky thing in the first order. You kid won't hide your money, right?

While talking, he touched his feet. He actually used his eyes to signal the people around him to search for me. He saw that these people were coming!

I struggled hard, tried my best to get up, but this person pressed me to the ground tightly. I felt like a cicada that used all my life to play in summer, trying all my strength to resist this fate, but it was useless. I blamed myself for all this, but it was still too weak.

I have resisted and struggled, but these people used fists and pain to tell me about their embarrassment and weakness.

It didn't take them long to hit me, but I felt that it seemed like a century had passed so long that I couldn't think about what I was for and why did I endure it silently?

Why did they resist themselves? It did not play any role, and it also had a counterproductive effect, allowing them to use more violent means to deal with themselves.

At that time, my heart was filled with anger and regret, more of regretting that I was too weak and felt like an ant. Others could smash myself to pieces with just one kick. Everything was still too weak.

No one is born powerful, and success is sometimes forced out.

Reality gave me a big joke, and it also made me realize that in this world, I was just a very weak and small piece of dust. A little wind and rain could destroy me and break me. At that time, I felt that I had touched a barrier, which was so thin, as if I could pierce it by just reaching out to touch it. Behind the film was a more bizarre world. I was a little scared of the world on that side, but I was more excited to try it out. Finally, I pierced the film.

I felt that the tense string in my heart had been broken, and the world behind the film seemed to wake up the sleeping lion in my heart. It was a little rebellious and wild, but more of the passionate feeling in my blood, which made me unconsciously become a little bloodthirsty.

Since then, people around me have gradually discovered my changes. I insist on getting up early and running to exercise every morning.

Exercise the strength of your wrists and the strength of your legs. Whenever I can’t hold on, I will silently tell myself in my heart, hold on for a while, and hold on for a while, have you forgotten the feeling in your heart when you were bullied? Do you still want to endure the bullying silently without resisting?

In this way, I persisted step by step and moved towards my ideal direction step by step.

Yes, if you get something, you will be destined to lose something. Originally, I didn’t have a strong presence in our class. Since I changed, I skipped classes and ate alcohol and fought. This is almost common. The teacher called me to the office many times, but the end result was all the same. I ended up being disbanded. In the end, I made the teacher very angry.

As time goes by, my reputation spreads, and the people in the class gradually become alienated from me. Some gangsters outside the school heard that my name wanted to fight me one-on-one. One-on-one! They fought one-on-one with me, which is what they understand as one-on-one. I don’t care!

The sleeping lion in my heart hasn't woken up for too long! This is also a good time.

I was invited to participate in their challenge. Our fight was so refreshing that both sides were seriously injured, but I was the one who was even more injured. My life-deserving style also made them feel fear. After this battle, people outside gave me a name, "Crazy".

If you can protect yourself and protect the people around me from harm, then what if you think of yourself as a madman? Then madman has the value of existence.

Every day, I follow my friends and friends, wandering around. Wherever there is no justice, I will be there. Oh, no, there should be fights and wherever there is me.

Gradually, my reputation as a "madman" was not only "famous" outside our school, but also a little heard of in our campus. Suddenly, I became a sensible figure and a bad student.

I am young and careless, and I feel that things are very big after suffering a little grievance. Maybe I am born uneasy and born to be a person who earns this bowl of rice.

A quiet good baby is not my nature, and a wild and bloodthirsty lion is the awakening of my personality.

When I was a child, my parents were all mine, and they were my world, but they didn’t want me.
Chapter completed!