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Reply [23]: My name is Bai Tian.

I rarely talk about my past. Because it's all insignificant.

I walk down the street during the day, and nobody ever notices me. Unless I do something horrific, like robbing someone or committing indecent assault.

So I've never been in love. Nobody loved me.

I rarely interact with girls. I rarely talk to them. I'm not very good at talking. I get extremely shy and tongue-tied whenever I'm alone with a girl. I had a crush on a girl when I was in school. She was very pretty. Once, I passed by her classroom and peered out the window, searching for her. She sat in the corner, quiet as a blade of grass. I stared at her for a long time; she kept her head down, reading a book. I wanted to call her name, even though I didn't know it. I just wanted to make a sound, even just a single word: "Ah." I opened my mouth, but my tongue became stiff. From that moment on, I understood the helplessness of being mute.

As I left, the girl looked up and watched my departing figure.

I wanted to turn away, but I didn't want to disappoint her.

---Cute Pink Little Pig

Reply [24]: Reply [22]: Is it because her sister wants to be her child?

---Chou Jingjing

Yes, yes, Jingjing is much smarter now!

---Cute Pink Little Pig

Reply [25]: Oh~ Great, keep going.

---Chou Jingjing

Reply [26]: I followed her.

She walked very slowly. I had to slow down as well. She went downstairs. She took out her keys from her pocket and opened the door.

She never turned around. I stood at the top of the stairs. I continued to watch her back. In the darkness, her body resembled a breathtaking flower. She tried each key one by one. It was too dark all around, and the light bulb on the stairs was broken. It had never worked. It was stubborn, selfish, and I felt ashamed of it. But not now. I wanted to see the girl's figure a few more times. She drove for a long time. Then, snap.

The key fell on the ground.

She bent down, feeling around on the ground with her hands. Her alluring curves were exposed, swaying like a playful animal. She wore a short skirt embroidered with large, vibrant, deep blue flowers that swayed with her hips, as if dancing in the wind. I walked over.

I walked up quietly. Without making a sound.

---Cute Pink Little Pig

Reply [27]: I no longer miss it over the years.

Nostalgia is a degenerate act. I hate everything about the past. Whenever I feel the urge to reminisce, I make myself sing. It's ridiculous. I only sing one word, "ah." My tone is also only one: level tone. I sing it a hundred times. Then I get tired and fall asleep. I don't want to wake up.

I have the same recurring dream. It's about the girl I liked when I was in school. I often dream that she's smiling at me. She's always holding a book. Several times I've tried to make out the title of the book, but the dream is blurry, hazy, and the scene never settles. She smiles and then stands up from her seat. I see she's wearing a short skirt with embroidered flowers. It was summer. I suddenly remember.

She walked towards me. I wanted to run away, to disappear from her sight. But my legs wouldn't obey me. They felt like a thousand pounds pressing down on me. She got closer and closer, but I couldn't see her face. Her hair was so long; I really didn't understand why anyone would keep their hair so long in the summer. But that didn't hinder her gait. She walked gracefully, and although she was carrying a book, her hands still swayed with a certain elegance. Then she began to speak.

Ahhh.

---Cute Pink Little Pig

Reply [28]: She wants to have sex with me.

I have never had sex. I swear.

That day she took a shower. She wore clothes that smelled of sunshine. She said that soon the blood would flow out, flowing everywhere, like flowers blooming. Blooming all over the place. That's the phrase she used. I laughed when I heard that.

She turned on the TV. It was playing Vampire Romance. She asked me to hug her. I awkwardly hugged her tighter. Her body was cold. She seemed to be trembling. This made me uneasy. I said I didn't want to do it anymore. Before I could finish, she kissed me. Her tongue softly slipped into my mouth. It was my first time kissing a girl. Turns out, it wasn't much different from chewing gum. I chewed on her tongue, placing my hands on her chest. She moved forward reciprocally.

It gushed and gushed. And then the blood came out.

As soon as the blood came out, I felt completely relaxed and had difficulty breathing. I think it was because she kissed me for too long.

I'm about to suffocate.

# # # #

She finally picked up the key.

This process was very long. Her hips kept swaying in front of me. Swaying left, swaying right, swaying up, swaying down. Then she stood up.

She didn't seem to notice me at all. I continued opening her door.

Then I clearly heard the song she had been singing: Ah ah ah. One word, one tone.

I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. She convulsed for a moment, but quickly calmed down. She didn't even scream. She stopped singing. I rested my chin on her shoulder; she was very thin. Her shoulder bones were hard. I said, "Relax, or you'll die even faster."

I ripped her skirt off. It wasn't tied securely; it obediently fell down the moment I touched it. I even suspected she'd taken it off herself. Darkness. I couldn't see anything. I pressed myself against her. I swayed left, right, up, down.

I told her I'd never had sex, I swore. She remained silent, enduring it. The keys fell to the ground with a clatter, and she tried to pick them up.

She bent down.

---Cute Pink Little Pig

Reply [29]: She is mute.

# # # #

The days are getting longer.

I don't have much time to dream anymore. The disappearance of dreams is always disheartening. I miss the girl from my school days. Perhaps she's old now, her eyes narrowed to slits. When I reappear before her, she won't be able to see me clearly anymore. That's fine, I think. But if she asks for my name, I'll still tell her the truth.

Unfortunately, such an opportunity is extremely slim.

Many people we've been with in our lives are quickly forgotten as memories fade. They're like shooting stars. Like everything that's easily fleeting.

For example, death.

The book was originally titled *Vampire Passion*. It was covered in blood. The sun shone brightly that day. The girl jumped from the school building. Blood blossomed everywhere. She died peacefully, her eyes slowly closing, her body stretching out, her arms flat, her legs straight, and her lips closed.

She kept coming to me after she died. But I no longer liked her, because the days were getting longer and longer.

---Cute Pink Little Pig

Reply [30]: Having sex.

Her face pressed gently against mine. It moved gently. Like a worm. She rubbed against me.

I heard the sound of skin contorting. It was the first time I'd ever heard such a beautiful sound. I felt so happy. I rubbed against her with all my might. I felt as if I was about to draw blood. That warm blood. Drop by drop, it slid down. The way it slid down was so beautiful. Like clouds drifting in the sky. Spreading, spreading.

I said...

I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth. My mouth was wide open. It was an "O" shape. Gradually, something entered my mouth. It wasn't air, blood, or an insect.

It was tears. Oh God! The tears kept flowing, choking my throat and sealing my body. Suddenly I remembered I needed to speak.

The lips moved, like butterfly wings. Something vanished. Yes. Vanished. Without a trace.

Suddenly, she spoke. She said she was now a vampire.

She really said that. But I can no longer see her face.

# # # #

His face was very pale.

Her lips were bright red.

# # # #

I followed her the whole time.

To be honest, her back view was very attractive to me. I think she must be a beautiful girl. I've been noticing her for a while now.

Tonight, I'm going to drink her blood.

---Cute Pink Little Pig