Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Blue glass, blue transparent ceiling, blue leaves and telephone poles were drawn across the top of the car. The young man leaning on the seat quietly looked at the scenery above him. The car was extremely quiet, and there was no one else but him. passenger.

The train clanked forward slowly, and under the dusk sky, everything seemed to be coated in a light blue. When passing the station halfway, the silence was briefly broken by the sound of a mechanical announcement in the carriage.

[The train has arrived at Nanqing Station, passengers arriving at the station are asked to get off in an orderly manner]

The car door opened slowly, but no one got off, and there was no one in the station. There were only a few invisible birds standing on the telephone poles, making a few calls.

The boy turned his neck and looked out the window at the station with his empty eyes. The place was rusty and the old facilities seemed to be abandoned. The only display board at the top of the station track was in good condition. The orange dot matrix showed that this was 'Nang Qing'. stand'.

As if thinking of something, the young man lowered his head, groped in his pocket for a while, and turned out the black personal terminal. The edges of the metal casing were worn and shiny, and there were many small scratches on the sides. It seemed that it had been weathered and used for a long time. Not short anymore.

Opening the projection screen, the boy's fingertips touched one of the lines of news, and then paused.

"Regrettably, the genius boy committed suicide at home"

[On July 12, the East Third District Police received an alarm from the Self-Discipline Unit, and then dispatched personnel to the scene. They found 'Ling', an 18-year-old male resident living in Nuangqing Street, dead on the pine tree outside his home. According to Images from the scene showed that 'Ling' was lying on a tree branch and died of excessive blood loss. The knife used to commit suicide and the personal terminal left behind were found beside him.

His personal terminal clearly recorded the process of his suicide. First, he sat in a tree for a whole day, and then in the evening, he listened to a song, then took out the knife and clearly and calmly cut the arteries under his arm. Then he leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes.

According to the feedback of 'Ling''s classmates and teachers, 'Ling' has always been at the top of the class in all subjects. At the age of 16, she advanced to Withering Sequence 5 and broke the school record. However, 'Ling' also treated her classmates extremely coldly. He never communicates with others on weekdays. The school arranged for him to receive counseling from a psychiatrist. However, when the doctor asked him, he was exceptionally clear-headed and calm. He did not show any symptoms of depression and his daily routine was very regular.

After the incident happened, the academy contacted 'Ling''s only relative, who was a distant aunt of 'Ling'. According to her statement, she had only met 'Ling''s parents at a wedding 20 years ago, and never interacted with them again since then. 'Ling' family has been contacted.

Prior to this, this talented young man had obtained free admission to the Central Star Territory’s ‘Lapis Lazuli’ Academy, and was envied by countless people. However, his departure also made many people who were familiar with him feel regret and loss.

‘Lapis Lazuli’ University is currently ranked 237th in the Federation as a famous university. It has produced many well-known scholars, doctors, and scientists. This prestigious school has only 10 enrollment places in the Shannan Star Territory, of which only 1 person has free admission.

For this reason, educationists in the Star Territory say that the psychological problems of contemporary students cannot be ignored, and corresponding measures need to be taken to improve...

————The above is the evening news report of Shannan Star Territory-Heisong Residential Star-East Third District. ]

His eyes were fixed on the news projection screen. The boy remained motionless, like a pale corpse. It wasn't until a fly hit the glass outside the car window that his eyes moved again.

The train started slowly again, and with the sound of clanking wheels, it slowly left the rusty station behind. The young man leaned on the seat again, looking at the blue glass ceiling above his head and the falling glass panels. tree branches and telephone pole shadows.

As the sun set, the blue on the ceiling became darker and darker, until it was finally dark, like a crow's feathers, and the texture could not be seen clearly.

An hour later, the train stopped at a dim station. The young man stood on the platform with a personal terminal. The light and shadow of the projection screen made his face pale and bloodless.

After that, he put away his personal terminal and walked in the dark and deserted station. Although there was no light, he did not fall or hit anything. Maybe everything here was too familiar.

Just like that, he walked out of the station and walked along the same deserted streets. The streets and facilities along the way were extremely old. Among the many ten-story high-rise buildings, only one or two had lights on.

Walking into the dark apartment building, he stamped his feet, and then the lights turned on. Just like that, he went up the stairs, and the lights turned on one after another along the way, as if to welcome him, making the empty floor look a bit more... vitality.

When he reached the seventh floor, the young man stopped and inserted his key card. Then with a slight sound, the door opened automatically, and he walked in.

There was a cold light in the room, and the only sound that could be heard was the boy taking off his shoes. After changing into his slippers, he walked to the innermost bedroom door, paused for a few seconds, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open.

There is a white medical bed in the bedroom. A middle-aged woman is lying on the bed, covered with a quilt. She is lying on her back with a breathing tube in her mouth. Her chest is constantly rising and falling with the input of gas from the ventilator. Her face is distorted, her eyes are Half-open and half-closed, it looks like he is awake, but he seems to be asleep and dead.

The medical equipment connected to the ventilator continuously inflated the middle-aged woman's lungs to extend her life. The sound of dripping sounded clearly in the quiet room.

"I'm back."

The young man said this, his voice as calm as dead water. He walked over slowly, looked at the slightly scary face of the middle-aged woman, and the breathing tube that kept rising and falling on her chest. He wanted to touch this woman's breasts with his fingers. face, but stopped midway and slowly retracted it.

After looking at it quietly for a few minutes, he turned his attention to the cold white wall aside, then took out his personal terminal, facing the words on it, and wrote crookedly on the wall with a pen.

[Because the top genius in the region died after receiving the notice, your son has obtained a vacant spot and can go to the university in the Central Star Territory to study. Be happy and look forward to him. ]

After writing this, he wanted to add a few sentences, but the pen slowly stopped in the air, and finally ended with a simple period.

After doing this, he set up the self-discipline unit in the room, then exited and returned to his small bedroom. It was full of debris, including leftover lunch boxes, discarded and damaged toys from childhood, and Broken and dusty books, etc.

Opening the musty-smelling wardrobe on the side, the boy dug out a few clothes that were barely okay, and other yellowed and old clothes were piled haphazardly at the bottom of the wardrobe.

After stuffing all these clothes into the washing machine, the boy went to the bathroom to take a shower, then simply put on a bath towel, and went to the dark balcony, overlooking the dark streets and alleys below, and then looked up at the distant place above his head. And the misty stars.

Just like that, he sat quietly for half an hour, waiting for the beeping sound of the washing machine before returning to the room, hanging the dried clothes, and then sat back on the sofa in the house, like this until 10 o'clock at night. Just returned to the room to sleep.

The next day, the boy carrying the suitcase came to the station again. He got on the train and came to the empty carriage. He was about to find a place to sit down, but he rarely found another man and a woman in the carriage.

"Hello, are you 'Shi'? We are the news reporters responsible for the interview." The woman introduced herself, and behind her was an assistant with photography equipment in her hand.

In response to this, the young man looked cold and did not answer. He just took his luggage and sat on a seat not far away.

"What do you think of Mr. Shan after you obtained the free admission qualification?" the female reporter asked tirelessly.

"In other words, how do Sugi-san study?"

"It is said that there are very few fresh graduates applying for the 'Lapis Lazuli' Academy this time. Mr. Shan has both luck and strength. Have you ever thought about what industry you will engage in in the future?"

The young man did not answer any of these questions. He just stared blankly at the scene outside the window. Seeing that he still refused to cooperate with the interview, the female reporter was also a little discouraged. With the comfort of the assistant on the side, she returned to the seat next to the young man. Down.

Time passed slowly like this. An hour after the train moved forward, the female reporter still refused to give up and interviewed again. However, the boy still did not turn around to respond. He just stared blankly out of the window, like a cold statue.

"Really..." The female reporter gritted her teeth, but still refrained from swearing. She slowly returned to her seat and opened her personal terminal in revenge, preparing to find an acquaintance to vent about the unsuccessful interview.

The train continued to move forward, passing one station after another until it reached the end.

It's obviously a lot more prosperous here, and occasionally you can see hover cars flying by in the sky.

"Are you leaving for the Central Star Territory today?" The female reporter couldn't help but ask when she saw the young man pulling his luggage towards the large take-off and landing field in the distance.

"Yeah." The boy finally answered.

"But there's still a lot of time before school starts." She thought, as most students don't leave until mid-to-late August, and it's only mid-July now.

The boy didn't answer, so the female reporter couldn't help but chase him and ask again.

"If you don't stay at home more, for example, to spend more time with your family, you may not be able to come back for several years."

The boy's footsteps finally stopped.

"I don't know." After saying that, he continued forward, submerged in the crowd, and disappeared.

Yes, he didn’t know why he stayed, and he didn’t know why he was so heartless. Maybe he was also afraid of something. He was afraid of waking up again and again at night and hearing the cold ticking sound next door, and he was afraid that he could never wake up. Mother.

Countless times, he felt that he was living in an unreal world. He had the illusion that this world was actually just the small town where he lived, and that everything outside on TV and in the news was fake. He will always be trapped in this place. No matter how he wants to leave, there will always be some kind of accident that will interrupt him and make him unable to escape and can only be confined to this small town forever.

This idea told him rationally that it was wrong and impossible. After all, so much history, news, daily necessities, creations, etc. could not be created by a single town. But his thoughts were like shadows in the darkness, always in his mind. Relaxation and inadvertence appeared in front of him, giving him a creeping fear.

He tried to keep his mind as calm as possible, and his thoughts were as still as cold stone, because once they turned, these weird and frightening thoughts couldn't help but come out.

He didn't know why the strange genius 'Ling' chose to die, but he knew that in fact, there was only a thin line between his and 'Ling''s ending. If 'Ling' had not died, then the one lying on the branch of the tree under the setting sun would have died. It could be him.

Because there is no place for 'Ling' to give up, he cannot afford any tuition fees to go to other star areas to study at university, and will be forced to continue to face the ticking sound in the bedroom next door at night. This long-term despair and pressure has slowly taken over. Everything in his world eroded and became pale and cold.

With the help of the staff at the take-off and landing platform, Shan gradually went through various procedures and finally boarded the old gray aircraft.

Sitting in the seat next to the window, as the mechanical beep fell, the safety arm lowered to fix Shan's body, and then blue airflow gradually spewed out from the bottom of the aircraft and slowly rose.

A push came from under his body and back. As he watched the town below slowly overlooking the whole situation, it gradually became smaller, so that in the end his body became slightly weightless, and intense emotions surged in his heart.

There seemed to be a kind of warm liquid flowing down from his eyes, making him choke a little, and he wanted to cough. His fingers clung to the armrest, and his face turned red.

[Hello, are you feeling unwell?]

A semicircular magnetic self-discipline unit observed the boy's behavior and stopped to ask.

He blinked hard to hold back tears, then shook his head no.

After stopping for a few seconds, the self-discipline unit checked that the boy was fine, then turned and left, continuing to patrol the cabin, and he finally couldn't help but choke up and cry.

The world outside the window gradually separated from the surface of the planet. The stars in the distance were particularly eye-catching in the dark universe. Everything was so magnificent and majestic. This vast scenery of the starry sky shook away the pale fear in his past mind. Tear apart, telling him that there really is such a vast and endless world, and the suspicion that had tortured him countless times finally dissipated.

Half an hour later, the young man who gradually calmed down continued to stare blankly at the vast starry sky and scenery outside the window. It was not until the aircraft gradually arrived at the space star port outside the planet that he slowly came back to his senses.

It was only half an hour, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

He opened his hand, clenched it again, then pulled the suitcase and walked out.

While waiting in line, he recalled an afternoon many years ago when his parents took him to the amusement park. He had a great time. There were many children in the amusement park and there were green and fresh grass. The sweet smell of popcorn seems to still come to mind.

Speaking of which, he hadn't been in such a peaceful mood for a long time. He could calmly reflect on the past, instead of keeping himself from thinking about those beautiful things with fear.

The more desperate he became, the less he dared to think about the good memories. He was afraid that he would not be able to bear such a gap, so he tried to make himself a little more pessimistic, and then continued to chew on the pale and repetitive daily life.

After sitting on the starship heading to the central star field, the young man slowly closed his eyes.

Although there are still some shadows and melancholy, at least at this moment, he can slowly feel some kind of hope slowly rising in the corner of the horizon.

Blue glass, blue ceiling, blue shadows of branches and leaves. In that twilight evening, he seemed to dream of another himself lying on the branch of a tree, counting the stars in the night, and then closing his eyes.

A bit of a stream of consciousness, but don’t think too much about it 0 0/