Blood ticked, ticked, and fell vertically from the top of the fourth floor.This section is provided by 芗`忖`暁`説`網 .

The night was quiet, but a small one or two figures appeared downstairs, looking at the small body in the night, swaying with the wind.

"Happy to the moon, happy" white three leaves touch the face of the moon.

The moon leaned on his small head and looked at his former classmates hanging from the roof, blood dripping from the air, splashing at her feet, splashing open, and fainting on the ground, just like during the day, he held the small body, the blood dripped on her workbook, dyed on her name, fainted.

She smiled, but the tears fell.

"What is the matter of the wild bastard, no father without mother, should throw it into the street to be a beggar, your school is the matter, and even let such a no-teacher wild bastard into the school to read" said the person who said this, hate her father has no mother, and now, he personally killed his son.

Wang Daming threw the black cat into the trash and turned back home.He went to bed, not in his own bed, but to his son.In the middle of the night, the son woke up, did not understand why the father would be around his side, so he told him to get up and keep pushing him up.And Wang Daming only heard the cat barking, opened his eyes, and only saw the black cat.

She had insulted her, took the most painful and unwilling thing she did to mention as a happy person, what they said about her at that time, and today, one by one, they returned to them.

White three leaves raised their fingers, wiped the tears on the face of the moon, and gently said: "If the heart is right, it will not look down on the small life at the feet."His son had asked for help from him, but he took the knife.The cruelty between father and son is spread through blood, and it is no wonder that the son will kill an innocent cat today.New moon, this is the first time, and your last, no matter how painful your past life has made you hate the world, but only once, you have to cut off your resentment and hatred for the past, only those who look forward can get real happiness.”

The moon nods its head.

She did not understand, but she was very happy, once made her most hated two people, one will become a fat woman, one often bullied her Wang Xiaoming died, there seems to be nothing in the world to make her unhappy.

White Three Leaf took her hand, went upstairs, picked up the black cat from the trash, and gave it back to the moon.She carefully wrapped the black cat in a clean cloth and put it in her bag.

"Little brother, let's go home," she murmured gently, and the tears could not help falling.

"Where can you go back to?" asked Bai Sanye, "Orphanage?"

She raised her head, because of this sentence, she was confused.

Is the orphanage her home?

It was just a place where she had grown up, and it was just a place she had known for the first time.

Now that he is gone, does she have to go back to the orphanage?

Bai Sanye reached for her and smiled, "Come with me, go back to your real home."

She put her hand in his palm, and the man's hand was thick, inclusive, and warm, and wrapped her little hand in the palm of her hand.

She went with him only because she had nowhere else to go.

When they came downstairs, a soft cat suddenly came from the distance.

"Little Ke" raised his head sharply, his ears stood up: "It is the cry of Xiaoke."

She raised her head nervously to find the black cat.Finally, she saw the familiar figure around the corner.

She happily ran to the black cat, turned her head, looked at her, then pulled out her legs, and quickly slipped into the darkness.

She could not catch the black cat, and she could no longer find the figure of the black cat, she held her knees, gasped, and cried helplessly with the name of the black cat, not understanding why it left her and left.

Bai Sanye came over in silence, put his hand on the shoulder of the moon, and said softly, "Enough, this is the last thing I said to you, let it go with peace of mind, perhaps, it will soon come back to you, in another identity."

"Hmm," the moon wiped away his tears and nodded.

If reincarnation is the best outcome for Xiaoke, then she is willing to let go and let it go.

If there is an afterlife, she hopes that she may spend her life in peace and no longer suffer such torture.

White three leaves took the hand of the moon, and in the middle of the night, the street lights pulled their figure very long and long.

A new life, a new starting point, the moon will start again.