The Years I Was Slapped in the Face [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Sui had a dream, dreaming about many things, about the past, about the present, it seemed that there was everything in the dream, and it seemed that everything was a fantasy that never happened.He felt uncomfortable when he dreamed, and when he woke up, he forgot what he had dreamed about.

When he just woke up, the summer cicadas were still ringing in his ears, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly, and the surrounding environment once made him think that he was still in a dream, a dream that he would never wake up from.

He was wearing a wrinkled white shirt and sat slumped on the sofa, with one leg on the edge of the sofa and one foot on the ground, surrounded by smoked cigarette ash, surrounded him with the loneliness after burning.

Shen Su squinted his eyes, and didn't know how long he had been asleep or awake. He always felt that he had something to do, but he couldn't think of what to do.He has been muddled for the past few days, and the time is sometimes chaotic and sometimes sober.

He looked at the pistol/gun on the coffee table, he didn’t know when it started to snow again outside, this year’s winter seems to be extraordinarily long, it’s as long as it can’t be finished, the snow is still falling, with disturbing thoughts Fluttering and falling in every corner of his world.He sat in the home where he was the only one, thinking in a trance that today is the third day.

But... the third day?

Day three of what?

His throat was a little tight, and he moved uncomfortably. The cigarette ash on his pants seemed to be rekindled, and he shook his body so hot that he forgot what it was for the third day.

He sat up, and all the soot on his body fell to the ground with his movements. He still had no expression on his face, as if Jiang Yue's departure was not a problem to him.He stretched out his hand and looked at his wrist. Although the watch on it was gone, he still seemed to be able to see the time stored on his wrist.

He nodded and felt that it was almost time, so he got up and went to the kitchen.He walked very slowly, like an old man, and every step was very difficult.

It took him a long time to walk from the living room to the kitchen. After entering the kitchen, his expression became confused again. He seemed to have forgotten what he was going to do here.He raised his head and looked up, and realized for the first time that this house is too big, the big one is too quiet, even the sound of walking is so clear, and the big one has nothing but the sound of walking.

He blinked, bent down to take out meat and vegetables from the refrigerator, and turned on the faucet casually. The man was standing in the kitchen with a knife in his hand, not knowing what to do.

"Sir, can you cook?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and he turned around to see Jiang Yue standing behind him, with the snow outside and a chill all over his body, bringing fresh air to breathe.

He seemed to have just returned home from outside, his face was flushed with cold.

The surrounding air instantly lost the unpleasant smell of cigarettes, and there was no sense of suffocation. He breathed greedily, but also feared that if he breathed too hard, he would fall into suffocation again in the next second, and he would never be able to break free.

Shen Su looked at Jiang Yue, and responded unresponsively: "Yes."

"When will you be cooking?"

The other party took off his coat and leaned towards him, affectionately without the last resistance and coldness.

Shen Su thought for a while, and answered him in a hoarse voice: "Three days ago."

Jiang Yue nodded, "Beginner, but why do you want to learn how to cook?" His fingers walked along the dish that the other party didn't cut very well.

"Do you still remember, the only movie we watched together?"

Jiang Yue thought for a long time, "I almost can't think about it." He smiled, "We have too little time to go out together. You are always busy, and I am always unwilling and in no mood to see the scenery outside. "

Shen Su nodded, "Yeah..." He looked at Jiang Yue's face, "So I regret it, we haven't been to many places together, and after a long time, the memories of the past have begun to fade away. Some have also become blurred." He picked up the potatoes and peeled them, and lowered his voice: "I still remember that in the movie, the heroine with a broken leg was cooking in the house at the finale, and when her soup spoon was put While stirring in the pot, the person she was waiting for came back."

Jiang Yue next to him didn't speak, and he didn't force the other party to answer, but said while cutting: "You said that you almost couldn't remember, then do you still remember what you said to me at that time?"

Jiang Yue still didn't answer him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, you always don't remember what you said to me, but I can remember." Shen Su raised his head and stopped the movement of his hands. He closed his eyes and couldn't stand it anymore. Letting the tears flow from his eyes, he frowned tightly, and his voice was as soft as if he was going to be blown away by the wind in the next second, and he would never find it again.

"Is it because I made it too unpalatable?"

"So you're not coming back."

He spoke very depressed, and the crying man still controlled himself extremely, he didn't let his voice be too loud, causing the voice in his throat to become broken.

Jiang Yue, who was beside him, looked at him for a long time, with sympathy and sighs.

He said softly to him, "Sir."

"The person she was waiting for just left her temporarily."

"So she can listen to the piano, play the harmonica, and stand in the sun in a light blue dress and wait."

"And I'm not."

"It's not that you can't find me."

"You will never see me again."

"You picked me up with your own hands, and you took care of me bit by bit. I was lying in the greenhouse in the mansion, not disappearing in the war."

"No matter how many years you've been cooking, I won't come back if you tap the spoon on the pot a few times."

"I'm dead, sir, you know, to be dead means to never see again."

"You can't hear me, and you can't see me anymore. There will be no one named Jiang Yue in your world. I can't sit down to eat with you, and you can't stand in the sun and wait for me. Understand? "

"I can't come back."

Hearing the last sentence, Shen Pang opened his eyes, but Jiang Yue's figure was no longer in front of his eyes. The other party's last words were like a sharp knife, piercing into his heart mercilessly , and then pulled away, not even a phantom wanted to give him the so-called sweetness, which made him tremble with pain.

Holding the potato, he looked at Granny Lin who appeared at the opposite side in confusion. The old man had a worried look on his face, and boldly walked into the house. Looking at the child she brought up with one hand, he called Shen in a crying voice.橝.

"Your hand!" She choked up, "Won't it hurt?"

Hearing her words, Shen Yan lowered his head indifferently, the hand holding the potato was dripping with blood at some point, and he didn't feel whether the knife was cut on the food in his hand or on his hand.

How strange it is that people don't hurt.

He put down the knife, straightened up under Granny Lin's sympathetic eyes, and ignored Granny Lin's shouting. He only felt that he was very ugly now, whether he was like a clown in the eyes of others, and he didn't care about anything except occasional sympathy. No.

None of them are him, they can't understand his feelings, they can't know his distress, they just sigh his lost lover from the perspective of spectators, but they don't understand the pain of loss.

okay.

enough.

Shen Su walked back to the room and rearranged himself.

What is gone is irretrievable.

Time can always dilute everything.

Does it hurt?

pain.

But he will always forget, he will forget when he eats the apricot in his arms, he doesn’t have to wait when the lights go out, he doesn’t know what he’s waiting for when he’s asleep, and he doesn’t want to wait for someone who lied to him in the end .

Who is he?

He is Shen Zhen, Shen Zhen is proud, Shen Zhen is outstanding, Shen Zhen does not need ugly performance, nor does he need other people's sympathy.He can stand up like nothing happened.

Thinking about it carefully, he is in control of everything in the Shen family, and there are endless things to do every day. It is not clear what he will do tomorrow, and what height he will stand at. He should take a good rest now.He still has a lot to do, a lot.

Thinking of this, he kept nodding to himself in the mirror, as if saying yes and right to himself, so as to hypnotize himself to get through this period of time.

He lay back on the bed, and temporarily found tranquility after being firm, but there was still something rolling under the tranquility until it burned the pretense.

The moment he closed his eyes, he suddenly remembered that it was winter, not early spring, and he didn't have Xing'er either.

Tears flowed from the corners of his closed eyes. The words just now built up his strong wall, and then it collapsed bit by bit and crushed him inside.

There are endless things to do every day, but nothing to be happy about.Maybe there will be a new height tomorrow, but there is no one to share the joy. He stands on a high place, but there is no figure behind him who wants to go down together. When he returns home, what is left of him except the deadly silence?

Such a day, day after day, is like a machine, what expectations?

Never lost, will never understand the pain of loss.He always felt that Jiang Yue couldn't get out of the night when he lost everything, but he would guard him and watch him get out, but he is not Jiang Yue, and he doesn't know how much strength it takes to get out. that strength.He didn't understand what Jiang Yue was feeling at the time, but now that he understood, he understood that Jiang Yue would never get out of it in his life, and so did he.

"wheat."

The sound sounded soothing, and the words of that day reappeared in his world.

"Not until the wheat is ripe."

"No need to make new clothes."

"I will go to you when the apricots are just ripe in early spring."

"Stay with you, forget the things you shouldn't remember, and only think about you."

"At that time, if the surroundings are too dark, if I walk in the dark again, you can light the lamp at home, and I will be able to find you, and I won't be able to find you in the dark..."

Shen Tang buried his head in the pillow, and finally howled out with unbearable pain. His hoarse voice was like a wild beast in despair. He couldn't even lick the wound except roar.

The surrounding environment was so cold, it was so cold to his bones, he lay on the bed like a dead body with no temperature and no breathing.

How hopeless it is at the moment.

How lonely again.

The scary thing was that this feeling was so familiar, as if he had experienced it before.

He went back to the living room and stood in front of the tea table. The surrounding scenery was spinning. He looked at the light above his head and remembered what Jiang Yue had said.Strange to say, since he can remember, he likes to light a lamp, and doesn't like places with a little darkness around him. It's ridiculous that since then, he has been stubbornly keeping a promise that others will not fulfill.

He waited.

Still waiting at this moment.

In the brightly lit home, waiting for the figure that won't come back, waiting for false promises.

——It’s so bright here, but you still can’t find your way back in the dark.

Shen Su looked back at the position of the door, but there was still nothing there.

He bent down.

——What dream did you have today?

He picked up the gun.

— can’t remember.

Maybe it's just a heavy old dream, and when I wake up, it returns to reality.