The male host is BG colleague of Huo Ying Scorpion, and the former female host.

Ran Ran. [Scorpion BG, supplement. Ran Ran, 4: 47 p.m.

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This is a long story, or it can be classified as a fragment. Just like many lines mixed together, it can also be considered as large chunks of red and white tones.

If, I mean if, I would like to tell this story in the first person. You can think of it as a failed movie and beat yourself to death by listening to a red and white screen in the middle of the night.

I have always yearned for the story of men and women.

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When scorpions are very young, they always like plants such as cherry trees. Growing up in the village of Shacun, he can only be accompanied by prickly cactus, and what he can't get is cherished more and more. Whenever he goes to Konoha to perform a task, he always likes to pick some ripe cherries and put them in an empty flowerpot.

Saudi Arabia itself is a country short of water. If we waste precious resources to plant plants that are useless at all, it will only aggravate the hardship of the conditions. So every time the scorpion brings back the cherry, it always dries and withers slowly in front of the window. Scorpions who have been busy with tasks for a long time have no time to care about these, but just throw away the dead dried fruits when they are free on weekdays.

Always repeating such actions, always cherishing and throwing them away, he has never been bothered.

Grandmother Chiyo told him that if you get used to something, you will never be unfamiliar with it again. Although it's ridiculous.

Scorpions still remember this sentence years later. At that time, his side was no longer covered with those sharp cactus thorns, but there was an impatient partner at the terminal. One day, his partner asked him why he regarded eternity as art, and he subconsciously answered this sentence. However, when his partner asked him who said it, he didn't remember.

Who said that? Who said that?

He really doesn't remember.

From then on, that guy named Deidara always laughed at him. Scorpion looks at this guy and feels good to be young. When he moves his mouth, the puppet's body will ring obstinately, and over time, when he gets tired of the sound, he doesn't like to talk.

Scorpion will still think of the cherry treasured as a child, accompanied by a salty and sour feeling in his mouth. There should be nothing in the puppet, but he still remembers the smell. Personality is always upside down, and Deidara's noisy voice is absorbed into the puppet's shell, echoing back and forth countless times. Scorpion's hearing began to decline.

What should I do? People always get old.

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Scorpions sometimes dream, and after waking up, they habitually hold their right hands with their left hands. Deidara slept well, but scorpions were the opposite. Wake up in the middle of the night, and the cold wind makes scorpions sad. Without touch, his color weakness is also very serious, and he always sees the lifeline of building blocks. Therefore, Deidara once praised his artistic sense. This silly child is suspicious and has many shortcomings. Scorpions envy him. That guy is so young. He still has time to do many things.

When I was a child, I dreamed that I didn't grow up, and I cried every time I dreamed that I was walking on the road. I feel that if I keep walking, I will die one day. Even he doesn't know why his fear of death has reached the point of belief, and the art he admires is stagnation.

But many years later, Scorpio hopes to dream of that endless road. Then he will choose to walk without turning. Unfortunately, many years later, he had no dreams and no sleep. I can't get what I want, but I don't feel wronged like Deidara.

Maybe I don't care about anything.

When he got up at midnight, he looked at the ceiling. In fact, if he had a choice, he would rather look at the sky. There are rose-like clouds higher and farther away. Always a living creature. The night sky is different from the day, and it is a better object, but it is not appreciated because of people's sleep. Occasionally in the middle of the night, Scorpio will be glad because of his sobriety. The happy mood when a rare good thing is discovered by himself is the only constant temperament for decades. Like when I was a child, I was always happy because of small things.

Jump out of the door and walk on the road, imagining yourself smearing the colors of the world. Scorpion's world is never big, and his love is even confined to a very small space.

The sour taste of cherry, yeah. It's scorpion's favorite taste of life.

I can't take my eyes off the crossroads.

Scorpion learned to walk bravely at night like Deidara. He told himself to keep walking. The tree on the shady side of the road makes the scorpion feel at ease, and his puppet will also reflect such a dark light. In fact, scorpions don't like the sun in any way. Too dazzling makes scorpions feel sour eyes. He doesn't like this feeling. Maybe it was a long time ago that he was lonely because of the smell. He reached out to touch the huge life he saw, but he thought someone was approaching because of auditory hallucinations.

Do scorpions think they are really that empty? He sat on the edge of a big stone, thinking.

He remembered that he couldn't remember who said that sentence, and he also remembered the red cherry that had died and withered. Red excites him, and he tells himself, yes, that's it. Keep thinking.

Then the scorpion fell asleep.

In his dream, he dreamed of a lot of cloth, five colors and six colors. He smacked his lips and found that the smell of cherry dying in his mouth did not disappear. He savors the taste of color through different colors of cloth. Red and yellow bump together, mixed with crying. As if those huge lives were coming and going in front of him, this time he reached out and seemed to touch something.

Soft texture.

In a blink of an eye, the scorpion woke up again, sitting on the edge of a big stone, facing the sun.

What is that? The scorpion quickly hid in his puppet and touched the wall of the glazed tiger. For an instant, he suddenly realized.

This is a woman's face.

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Women's faces.

Cherries seem to cry when they die. Deep red is the color that the juice of those cherries falls on the ground in Saudi Arabia. Large pieces of cloth, five or six colors mixed together to dance.

Scorpion occasionally thinks of these things in his mind, and a single color always confuses him. So he killed someone, hoping to find a three-dimensional sense from it. This is an ideological sustenance, and he regards this job as a kind of entertainment.

So he is called a genius because of this behavior.

Deidara is a talkative and active person. He likes to ask scorpions some unimportant questions between classes. For example, have you been in love?

It sounds like an April Fool's joke, but Deidara can talk for a long time. Scorpion always looks at him and smiles after listening to him.

Actually, I made it up to lie to you. ]

[hmm. ]

Uncle, you know your personality is really unpleasant. ]

[hmm. ]

Nobody likes it, and it doesn't matter if nobody misses it.

Scorpion thinks he hasn't felt the taste of understanding for a long time. He recalled that it was the smell of cherries. Then he recalled his dream.

Deidara came to the conclusion that Scorpion doesn't like anyone, and no one will like him. Because he has a dull personality and no feelings.

Scorpion murmured [mm] [mm].

In fact, in his dream, he touched a woman's face. In fact, he has a poor memory, but he can always think of cherry red. He thought it was the color of cherry dripping on the local land at home, but it was actually a living thing.

That is a woman's hair color.

Scorpion seems to remember that woman.

Suddenly, he always saw the lifeblood of the building block, but one night he woke up and found that the building block had become an organic shape. He seemed to see the corners of her mouth raise and smile in front of him.

Since then, Scorpion has been imagining the voice that the woman should have, or what it should look like. Maybe she has green eyes, like beautiful amber, or maybe she should have red hair like cherries. The feeling of kissing should be sour and astringent.

The windows of the room never open. Scorpions hiding in the north usually only think of darkness and dawn.

Scorpions like to sleepwalk when they have no tasks, and they also hold their right hands with their left hands when they sleepwalk.

[If so, will you still feel lonely? 〗

Scorpion remembered this sentence one day as if he remembered the sentence that I don't know who said it. As always, he still doesn't know who said it. His dreams are full of women's breath, and women under veils will raise their corners of their mouths and smile at him.

The room in the north was cold, so Xiao Li gave it to the scorpion because no one wanted it.

Uncle has a wooden head, so he won't feel wet. ]

When Deidara gave the room key to the scorpion, he smiled naively. Scorpion silently moved in with the key. Because of this, Zero once praised him in front of all the staff.

Scorpions are United. ]

In fact, he always gets up at four o'clock in the winter morning to wipe off the moss growing on him. He always remembers Deidara's words.

Uncle has a wooden head, so he won't feel wet. ]

I obviously saw the green color he hated. It's spicy to mix with his favorite red vision. But sometimes when he wakes up, he actually sees his body covered in red.

Scorpions are weak in color and can't tell red from green.

[If so, will you still feel lonely? 〗

This sentence has become the spiritual pillar when scorpions wipe themselves in winter. It takes courage to turn yourself into a puppet. Scorpion always thought he was numb enough to bear the departure of everyone around him.

The room faces north, which just satisfies the scorpion's desire to avoid the sun.

It's just that sometimes he goes out of the room and goes north. Will it be colder in winter in the north? He once heard people say that as long as it is cold enough, he will be frozen unconscious and know nothing.

Although he is already an unconscious person, Scorpio still wants to be numb to nothing.

Winter in Sichuan is always inseparable from the long countryside, especially at night.

Scorpions have plenty of time to count the cracks in the ceiling, and occasionally spiders climb out of the corner. Scorpions shot them to death with poisonous needles on the wall. Over time, from the outside, the scorpion's room looks very beautiful because of the reflection of the needle.

After breaking in once, Deidara said, [Uncle, you are copying the night. ]

Actually, it's not that beautiful. I just want to be sober and not too bored. Just practicing throwing thousands of books.

Deidara always likes to fantasize about boredom as beauty, but he will only hallucinate in boredom. This is the difference between people, in fact, change is useless.

It is said that people will recall the story of this life before they die. Scorpion thinks he must have skipped this paragraph. I never thought about it when I was alive, but how can I remember it when I am dead?

But I am still unwilling, so I will wake up at night, open my eyes and count the cracks in the ceiling.

The left hand holds the right hand.

Eager to remember something.

Unwilling to be lonely.

Perhaps, this can be the scorpion's only idea.

This is why I think that even if the color is light, I must get up at four o'clock in winter to clean up the moss.

First, the puppet joints will be inconvenient to move when performing tasks, which will easily affect the attack effect. Second, scorpions are jealous of them. They have color and life.

Scorpions are not born immutable, but live for many years. Life never gave him a chance to change. I'm afraid of death, so I turn myself into a puppet and live even if I lose consciousness. Afraid of those green plants, but because of Deidara's words, he dare not refuse.

Dare not let others know his fear.

Think of that woman's days, always happy, at work, insomnia, or just missing.

I don't know when the scorpion took her as a mental individual, but in theory, it's not even a split personality. Maybe it's just cerebellar resuscitation after being paralyzed for too long. Make your life a little more open.

Go straight to the north, go straight to the spiritual north. I don't know whether I can see scorpions in the plain or paralyze my own scorpions.

I just seem to hear the call and fantasize that I am in the north.

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Later, later.

It seems that God has taken care of the scorpion's hard work of getting up every morning to wipe the moss, and the winter sun has indeed come earlier. Spiders died on the ceiling, and the wind in the north soon dried their bodies.

Scorpions often sleep, dream and touch their faces.

Then one morning, he slept until dawn. He didn't watch the sun rise for the first time. In order to see this scene, he needs to sit on the roof facing east. Very dangerous.

Woke up. Seems to be a cold sweat, only touch the moss.

Deidara rushed in and threw him an amber gem. 【 zero last time brought back for everyone to play. Uncle, take one, too. ]

Scorpion, avoid Deidara's palm. It is a kind of light green amber, which is very expensive and rare. There will be light in the north after noon. Amber herself will become dim and shiny.

[Uncle, what do you think? ]

[eyes. ]

[huh? What? ]

[Eyes, but why only one? ]

Scorpions like to pester themselves for a long time on unnecessary things, for example, they like to bend their right hand into a crescent shape and hold it over their heads at work. For example, you will definitely look at the sky when drinking water. These cumbersome things are all in my heart, and over time they will be as thick as night tea.

It makes people insomnia.

Intermittent nerves are good and bad, and he may only miss that woman's good hair. Don't think about whether she is still alive, and you can't pursue her, because she can't remember.

Intuition tells him that this woman may be dead.

However, he began to like sleeping with green amber, and the night tea precipitated into the shape of compasses in his heart. He drew a circle he didn't know well, and blindly thought it was a woman's lip print.

Eyes.

But there is only one.

Incomplete beauty makes it hard to breathe.

When the scorpion habitually got up to wipe the moss, he found himself missing. Later, when I was on my way to the country of Saudi Arabia, I remembered that this organization changed its base three days ago.

The new base is located in rural Sichuan, and each member is generously given a room facing south. The sunlight refracted and swept away the gloom on the scorpion's face. Deidara opened the door in astonishment.

[Uncle, you are actually pretty. ]

Scorpion wanted to say thank you, but suddenly he got caught up in something formal. So he nodded, looked up and grinned and described it as a smile.

Deidara turned and ran, as if frightened.

Details are often overlooked, but once ignored, they will be troubled for a long time. Scorpions still touch the inner wall of puppets after wearing glazed beards to imagine something. Deidara walks very fast, and it is natural for him to drag a huge puppet, so he can't think of anything while consuming his physical strength. Women, his dreams are usually blank, but when he thinks of women, his dreams begin to be colorful again.

There is not a star in the sky at night. Maybe the sandstorm in the country of sand is more serious.

After strenuous exercise during the day, he will be awake at night, and Deidara's breath falls slightly on the scorpion's heart. There is a complex smell in the tree hole that he doesn't understand. Scorpion looked at the sky, it was already dark.

Just like closing your eyes.

He began to get out of the puppet, and then slowly opened his chest.

The story of that woman. He must have forgotten. He was so excited about it that he thought he wouldn't get hurt again.

Many years later, he understood that while forgetting the pain, he would also forget the happy things. It's like a game, winning hurts and losing hurts. The unspeakable choice seems unbearable.

I can't sleep when I'm blank, and insomnia doesn't have much side effects on scorpions. Even if he can't sleep while on duty, he is more sober than Deidara. I just don't like sitting alone in the corner near the north and watching the dark sky fall.

He feels chest tightness.

While finding something to do for himself, Deidara turned over. So the tiny breathing sounds are even smaller, as if they were insulated from themselves. Scorpions are not used to taking the initiative, so they don't want to listen to petals falling like moans.

He closed his eyes and found that the world was much brighter than when he opened it.

So he smiled, a real smile.

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The footprints on the ground are crooked like torn cloth, and the morning light is pink. It can be seen that Deidara likes the ordinary scenery of Saudi Arabia very much.

When he saw the guy with soft hair jumping in front, he raised his face and smiled happily. Scorpion mistook the morning sun for sunset, so he wanted to close his eyes.

The thick ink painting cloth stretched out instantly, and he saw that ink wrapped his heart like fireworks. Followed by a burst of incense.

When the scorpion opened his eyes again, Deidara had already run far and was waving to himself. The expression is too thick to melt, like black mixed with black at night. This is like a distorted image of cloth falling geometrically when it hovers in the air.

Scorpions come over.

Deliberately ignored what she just saw, her green amber eyes.

Saudi Arabia has a dry climate, so both men and women like to wear black robes that reach the ground. Over time, the clothes I wore became extremely heavy because of the sand. In fact, this has both advantages and disadvantages. Scorpion didn't feel heavy when he walked with Liulihu later.

Deidara often asked himself why he wrapped himself like a dead man, but every time the scorpion's question was ignored.

There are usually many things that have a head and no tail, such as wanting a raw root. Or make a new organ for Liu Lihu.

Maybe I want to see that woman again, maybe I want to touch Deidara's face.

Incomplete things lose their meaning of existence, and scorpions make them clear from their minds one by one. So one morning, he found himself blank.

A feeling of panic.

It's like staying up all night and feeling insecure.

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When approaching the country of sand, the weather has just entered summer, and as soon as the sun shines, the days begin to lengthen like a shuttle loom. There is no end in sight. Scorpion silently walked three paces behind Deidara, so that we could clearly see how the wind rolled up Deidara. Like holding him gently.

Cluttered footprints.

Scorpion wants to know if he will have that kind of hug one day. He slurped and the wind and sand poured in.

If you say something that will not be recognized, you will be silent and stop talking over time. So people watching from a distance think they are indifferent and boring people.

Scorpion looked at the back, he was half shorter than himself, curled up in a dull beard. From the perspective of looking up, the other person seems to be very tall and straight. In fact, he stands taller than that smelly boy.

Angle deviation sometimes becomes a fact.

The farther we go to Saudi Arabia, the sultry sandstorm begins to breed. I can hardly sleep at night. Unfortunately, even Deidara was not spared this time. Soft hair color turns blood red after being splashed at night. This cave is also full of lingering sand.

The hole is as small as a skylight, and it looks like a one-sided sky.

Deidara sat up and leaned against the scorpion:

Uncle, it's a lot like those thousands of books in your room. Hmm. ]

[Maybe. ]

[Well, uncle. Do you think our footprints will follow us? ]

Sometimes when I fall asleep, I see a blur of white in the distance. ]

[The road in the dream is as soft as cotton candy, so you won't feel pain when walking on the road. ]

But there are no shoes in my dream. ]

[Growing up, I probably didn't wear shoes. The first time I wore shoes was when I graduated from endurance school that year. My father bought me ninja shoes. ]

[I didn't expect my feet to hurt when I put on my shoes. ]

[It turns out that the feet have adapted to the shapes of those small stones, such as diamonds, squares and triangles, but they are not round. ]

Scorpion listened to the habitual tut-tut, and Deidara opened his irregular round eyes.

The skylight slowly seeps into the dark color, and the bitter taste rolls in the taste buds. Deidara's dream seems to be three-dimensional and multidimensional, while Scorpion's dream is cloth and silk. Plane is inorganic, but you can let yourself die if necessary.

That woman seems to have been forgotten. Only when walking is boring will it shine between the fingers of the scorpion. Scorpion thought, is it a white country in the distance, without dust, only the road like cotton candy? It won't hurt to walk on it.

Scorpion pushed Deidara's body:

[Hey, boy. ]

[hmm. I fell asleep. Don't disturb my uncle. Hmm. ]

Fool.

Scorpion grinned and gave him another push.

There is no response this time. Scorpion knows that he is not asleep. The children leaned against their bodies, buried their heads in the middle of their necks and breathed gently.

Beautiful white places, roads without pebbles. The shoes that were lost when barefoot jumped behind them.

It's a poem, a young poem that scorpions can't understand.

[Boy. ]

When I don't have a puppet, I like watching the sunset. ]

[At that time, there were few eagles in the middle of the square in the country of sand. Feathers are dull in color, and many children use them to make hats. They are gorgeous and cold. ]

Later, someone taught me to make puppets, so I stayed in my room. From the small skylight. ]

[Finally, one day, even the skylight is full of failed puppet models. ]

Scorpion took a deep breath.

Put your hands on your chest and close your eyes. In the dark, he imagined a distant place. And the faint light from his fingertips. The sand in Saudi Arabia will gradually calm down in the middle of the night, and the moon will only appear for less than an hour a day.

This is why it is so bright.

[What happened later? ]

Deidara turned his hairy head to the north. Scorpion is not very clear.

Later, I couldn't see the sky. I can't see the sunset. ]

[no? ]

[hmm. ]

[Uncle], Deidara sits up. To tell the truth, this story is very strange. ]

But this is my own story.

Much more fragile than those dreams that have no head or tail. Scorpion took Deidara into his arms.

Let me touch your face, boy. ]

The sun rises. The sky became bright and dazzling.

Deidara's face is different from his own, it is an elastic life. And the face in the dream is different, it is soft and unreal to the broken face.

unfinished