Better to sleep with tenderness

It was the market that day, and there were a lot of people, lined up like a giant dragon. People in the team wore all kinds of clothes, red, yellow, gray, blue, and black, which made people dazzled.Wu Hongli was wearing a gray overcoat in the midst of the flanking colors, which was very inconspicuous.It stands to reason that in this kind of team, it is not easy for fathers to find daughters, and friends to find friends.Wu Hongli was among them, so he should abide by this theorem.But he held his book of poems, remained motionless, and glanced over. Unbeknownst to him, many people just happened to see him.Many people turned their heads, murmured, looked at him, and aimed at the front of the line.Wu Hongli didn't understand why at first, he stood in the middle of the team, with people in front and behind, he couldn't see anything, so he could only pretend that others loved him.It was only when the team moved forward that the real bullet point was aimed at him. When he looked up, he saw another lonely victim.

Feng Xian'er was wearing white clothes, standing in front of the crowd, next to the butcher, holding a bag of meat, looking left and right, waiting for his partner who didn't know where to go, the theater took turns to buy food, this time it was his turn, that's all , nothing special, but he's still being targeted because of a dispensable piece of incriminating evidence.Seeing that Wu Hongli had found the root cause, the crowd whispered louder, their detective nature came out again, and everyone competed to read the story to see his true feelings.But Wu Hongli didn't give this opportunity, he didn't seem to take it seriously, he glanced at Feng Xian'er, calm, and continued to bury his head in reading his poems and counting his money.The crowd was disappointed, and the murmurs died down.

Wu Hongli went all the way to the front, with the crowd behind him in a haze.The butcher put his knife on the board and asked him kindly, "What kind of meat do you want?"

Wu Hongli replied: meat and bones.Originally he wanted to talk about pork ribs and pork belly, but at this moment he suddenly changed his mind and said this one.The butcher cut the meat for him without hesitation, and the knife moved the meat very neatly.Wu Hongli was holding his collection of poems, staring straight at the kitchen knife.Everyone didn't know why, but they guessed it was probably because Feng Xian'er was standing next to the butcher, and Wu Hongli was too close.Feng Xian'er also buried her head, looking at the butcher's kitchen knife.His partner hadn't come yet, so he could only wait stubbornly.The people behind them muttered to themselves, separated the two of them and put them together with the heaven and the earth, talking about good fortune and evil fate.But what did Wu Hongli and Feng Xian'er think?People don't know, they can only say "probably...".As for Wu Hongli, he stared at the kitchen knife as if he didn't hear the conversation behind him.The kitchen knife was pressed on the table, it was as bright as silver, and the person was clearly printed, Wu Hongli was printed on this side, and Feng Xian'er was printed on the other side.The two of them are standing separately in the world of nothingness, far apart.The earth as bright as snow buried them.The butcher's knife thumped, and their reflections flickered, falling and rising, endlessly.Wu Hongli and Feng Xian'er watched in rapt attention, but there was no end to it.There was a lot of people's voices, very frightening, but it had nothing to do with them.

With a sound of "dong", the kitchen knife cut ruthlessly. After killing it, a bone fell to the ground in shock. The bone was dipped in blood and rolled into the mud, turning from red to yellow.Wu Hongli read it intently, he was startled, his hand shook, and the inexplicable book of poems fell from his hand and fell to the ground.This drop was a coincidence, it just landed in front of Feng Xian'er.Wu Hongli squatted down to pick it up, but Feng Xian'er squatted down first, trying to pick it up for him.They got off the kitchen knife at the same time, bowed their heads with the tide, and stepped on the ground.The anthology of poems was blown by the wind, and it happened to turn to the 120th page.Wu Hongli often read that poem, Feng Xian'er and Wu Hongli were separated by a close distance, and he could read the title clearly. It said: "I have fallen in love with you without hesitation." It can be said to be muddled.

If there is a mountain here, it must be seen to fall, and the two of them are indeed like two mountains. When they squatted down for the first time, the mountain has not yet shown signs of falling.But at this time, the mountain fell down, and they squatted down, and didn't look at each other much, but the only look, the look in each other's eyes, was like looking at a tear.The two victims meet, their words are not spoken, but they already know each other.The butcher's kitchen knife was placed on the board. At this time, the sharp kitchen knife clearly reflected the two of them. The earth seemed solid, but when I turned the crust, I found that the gap was as thin as paper. One piece, the earth is not the earth, but the moonlight is too bright.

The crowd suddenly became quiet, first the front row, then the back row, and finally the entire market. The dogs stopped barking and the meat was not chopped up. Thousands of pairs of eyes focused like detectives, ticking, ticking, gently placed on the market. On the kitchen knife, it was extremely hot.A crowd of people was suddenly beheaded with a loud sound, the meat-lifter ignored the bloody meat juice dripping from the bag, the glasses-cleaner broke the tail-like spectacle frame, and the carriage-riding precipice reined in his horse, choking the horse's neck so that it Can't breathe.Under the mountain, insects were flying around.In the silence, only Wu Hongli's voice could be heard.

Thank you.He said.Feng Xian'er said: You...he stopped before he finished speaking.His fruit is pressed down as soon as it reaches the tip of the tongue.Then, Feng Xian'er said, I'm leaving, the meat is ready.He walked away without looking back.Only Wu Hongli was left, facing the wall, the kitchen knife and the butcher, without saying a word.Thousands of onlookers gouged out the mountain peak, and there was a buzzing sound: "I mean...you see...he will..." It was at that time that people discovered that the facts were not the same, maybe Wu Hongli's life was not Flowing, or in other words, Wu Hongli pretended that his life was flowing, and he also thought that his life was flowing, but in fact it was still, but now the knocking made a crash—a sound, causing the waterfall to fall off the cliff.

Wu Hongli stared at the wall for a while, as if he was stunned.The vegetable vendor had cut the meat and called him, and he came back to his senses.Everyone was afraid of him, but wanted to monitor him, so they sneaked around.However, in broad daylight, Wu Hongli ignored no one. He picked up the meat and left on his own, without saying anything or thinking about anything.Everyone found it unusual. They stood in the yellow mud and tried to guess—but what was he thinking?What is it about?But no answer.Wu Hongli didn't know other people's speculation, he went home, sat on a chair, stood in the garden, jumped on the wall, unable to settle down.After doing these things, he remembered that he bought meat, so he went back to the kitchen, cooked the meat, poured boiling water, made a chili plate, and ate the meat without looking at it.After eating and washing the dishes, he sat down on the chair again and remained motionless.

On this day, the three thousand eyes sent by the chief's daughter were very restless. Last night they heard the rumors in the theater, because their anger grew huge and filled Wu Hongli's house. They wanted hatred and theory, and wanted something similar Yu Ai's quarrel and suffering, but at this time Wu Hongli lacked the strength to be hostile to them, and he no longer took off naked, let alone looked up at them, which instead made them panic. This is like Wu Hongli saying, now, I There is neither love nor life.They huddled together and chatted, thinking: Find an eye to negotiate with him.But when they were thinking, Wu Hongli went out again.He spent an hour looking at the reeds by the river, another hour looking at the farms, and an hour later he was back.The eyes want to tell him, they have made up their minds, let's negotiate.But Wu Hong ignored them, he went straight to the toilet, took his time and leisurely urinated for a long time.The eyes clearly saw that under his belly and his bladder, blue duckweed and reeds grew, and under the duckweed, there was a piece of green water.The eyes panicked, and they felt entitled to tell the chief's daughter that, to them, the chief's daughter was a bodhisattva in heaven.

The chief's daughter thought for a while, then made an emergency call and asked Wu Hongli: What's wrong with you?Wu Hongli dealt with her with the strength of silence on the bed, without saying a word.He stuffed his breath into the microphone one by one, and the chief's daughter could smell the salty smell of white salt.Then, Wu Hongli hung up the phone gently.What is he thinking?He knew it in his heart, but he had nothing to say.He unhurriedly went to the toilet again, urinated once, and carefully watched the color of his urine, as if he had seen it for the first time in his life.After finishing his convenience, he washed his face and polished his eyes, then took a pen and paper, and wrote a long letter with clumsy handwriting, whether it was addressed to himself or someone else.The chief’s daughter called again, this time Wu Hongli had no desire to answer, he just rang the phone in the room and listened to it like a symphony, sure it would go away, but the eyes didn’t want to, they let the phone ring automatically It was connected, and the voice of the chief's daughter rang out again in the room.

She said, Wu Hongli, let's talk.As long as you change... she said so.Wu Hongli didn't say yes or no, he put down his pen, walked over, and hung up the phone gently again, as if it was true.At this time, it was almost night, and the moon came out in a daze.Wu Hongli went to change his clothes, watched the sky again, and was about to go out.Before going out, one eye might have expected something, it bulged itself like a king kong, blinked and blinked, and persuaded him: You still have a chance, but this is one of the few chances you have, don't do this again Now, turn around and go to the chief's house, apologize, don't do this kind of thing again, and reconcile with her-she won't say anything, and your death penalty will be forgotten like this.She seemed to understand what Wu Hongli would do, and came here to persuade him.Behind her may be the chief's daughter herself. She has changed her mind and is very gentle, but underneath her gentleness is hatred.Wu Hongli shook his head and stepped out the door.It didn't hold back its eyes, and it said ruthlessly: Then, tomorrow is your death day, just like you didn't say any words of forgiveness before.

Once Wu Hongli went out, he knew where he was going. He knew the destination, so he walked very fast and didn't dare to stop.He didn't dare to stop because the three thousand eyes were staring at him resentfully from behind, and the second was that he realized something was wrong as soon as he stepped out the door, and in the land of Changle City, there were very few things that were wrong, because everyone loved him. normal.He found that the sky tonight was dark and hazy, but the sky on weekdays was different—the sky on weekdays was painted with a vague purple, which was ugly but very bright.But tonight's black is completely pure, black without distracting thoughts, and makes the whole street very chilling.There was no sound in the street, only when Wu Hongli took a step, the insects chirped slightly.All kerosene lamps, electric lamps, candles, and lanterns on the street were all extinguished, and thick fog seeped through people.The people who visited the night market were all gone. They seemed to have all returned home, or hid under the walls that were about to collapse, giving up Changle City.No matter where Wu Hongli walked, there was only him, his shadow and his footsteps.

Wu Hongli didn't know why, but felt that he understood something vaguely.He walked faster, picked up his pace slowly, and then almost ran.Where is he going, he thought out of breath, climbed up the iron gate of the theater, dodged those sharp minions, and ran towards the interior of the theater without hesitation-naturally, the theater was closed tonight, lifeless, so This is a civilized society, but looking at it today, the whole place has turned into a jungle.Wu Hongli continued to run, he knew where he was going, he became a marathon runner again, ran quickly, ran from the gate to the theater, from the theater to the backstage, and tripped over a tea cover on the way .He stumbled backstage and started counting: one, two, three.one two three.He spoke softly, and walked slowly along the wall, as if reciting a poem, but it was just talking to himself.

What he said softly was: "Feng Xian'er, follow me."

As if responding to him, while he was talking to himself, a burst of yellow light drifted slowly, and a figure walked out of the security room at the back of the stage-the theater is always on duty, and it is clearly written on the watch.The man was walking here with a flashlight in a plain gray suit.At this time, an exceptionally bright beam of moonlight came down from the window, just blocking between them and enveloping them.Wu Hongli saw that person clearly: it was Feng Xian'er.

"It's you?" Feng Xian'er also saw him and stopped in her tracks. He opened his eyes wide and said unconsciously, "What are you doing here?"

Wu Hongli was stunned for a while, he calmed down for a while, and then he said again like a daze: "Feng Xian'er—you follow me."