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What's a wacko?

　　A single wreak of it again or?

　　Unconsciously, the thin sheet of paper was blotted with sweat at one corner.

　　Qiao Si Yue suddenly let go of her hand, her chin resting on the tabletop.

　　The desk had an unpleasant odor, she ignored it and continued to stare at the piece of paper for a while, her heart began to become stuffy again.

　　It was a long moment before her eyes moved away from the paper and she craned her head to look out the window.

　　This would be a clear night, and the probability was that it wouldn't rain.

　　It was at this moment that Qiao Shi Yue suddenly realized that she was looking at the weather forecast for South City, and it had nothing to do with Ming Gang, which was hundreds of kilometers away.

　　She got up and pulled the blinds to the top, the curved moon was exposed, the intertwined branches and forks cut it into pieces, the whitish fog color for the distant dim lights covered with a layer of thin gauze, lining that bend of the bright moon is even more out of reach.

　　In the haze, the eyes of the young man appeared in front of her eyes again.

　　The way he looked at her was completely unfamiliar.

　　But this was clearly not their first meeting.

　　Minggang night is difficult to endure, humid and sultry, and from time to time you can hear the sound of moving cars rolling over the viaduct, Qiao Si Yue put the note written "wanton" into the storage box and lock it, take the pajamas into the bathroom.

　　Home with the old-fashioned water heater, too many years not used, the machine is a little out of order, the water will be hot for a while cool, Qiao Si Yue hastily showered, lying on the table to memorize the history, sleepy in the fifteenth train speeding past the influx of up.

　　That night, she did not sleep soundly, light and strange dreams came one after another.

　　At the end of the dream, she felt herself turning into a huge chrysalis, the silk wrapped around her impermeably.

　　I do not know how long, the chrysalis cracked open a seam, light pouring down, vision restored clarity, in front of a person standing, tall and thin figure, wearing an unruly black.

　　Eyebrows and eyes are very familiar, is that may be called "wanton" teenager.

　　It turns out, this light in front of her, is he for her to tear open.

　　Obviously just a dream, but Qiao Si Yue felt the strong beating of the heart.

　　It was as if she was born to be moved by him.