woe

It was a thunderstorm that day.

Cheng Yang and I just finished attending a seminar. In fact, this seminar has nothing to do with us, but the teacher took us to see the world.

After the seminar, Cheng Yang and I took a taxi back to the apartment.

Cheng Yang looked at the dark sky outside the car window, and there was a flash of thunder, which directly cut through the sky to illuminate the road ahead.

Cheng Yang curled his lips: "Some bad things will always happen in this kind of weather."

I looked at Cheng Yang's look like a magic stick, and couldn't help feeling like he was in vain.

The rain began to fall with a patter.

blurred vision.

Cheng Yang was drowsy in such weather, so he simply lay down on my lap and closed his eyes to rest.

I glanced at him speechlessly: "I'm just a human being, right?"

Cheng Yang closed his eyes and smiled: "It's great that you have this knowledge."

Me: "Hehe."

I heard that there is an implicit idiot hidden behind the two words.

I feel right.

Because that's what I think about Cheng Yang now.

So when I looked up and saw a large truck heading straight towards us, I almost subconsciously made a self-protection action with my back turned sideways.

This action also protected Cheng Yang very well.

Cheng Yang felt my movement, and said with a teasing smile: "Why, I can't wait..." Did you throw yourself into my arms?

"Boom."

Everything fell into boundless darkness.

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A hazy room.

I feel very painful. It should be said that there is no place on my body that is not painful.

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I seem to be lying in one place.

I don't have any strength on my body.

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The tip of the nose has a strange taste.

Disinfectant?

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Something landed on the back of the hand.

wet.

like water.

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It hurts, my eyes hurt.

ahh-

I'm dying of pain.

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I think I am dead.

This is neither heaven nor hell.

Where is this place?

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When I regained consciousness, there was darkness in front of my eyes, and I felt like a piece of cloth was tied over my eyes.

I opened my mouth, my throat was dry for a while, and I heard the sound of panicked footsteps, hurried buttons, and the sound of doors opening.

After all the dust settles.

I was given water to drink.

It's Cheng Yang.

He asked me: "How does it feel?"

I really wanted to roll my eyes, but I guess he couldn't see it, so I said angrily: "You try it, you can't die any more."

Cheng Yang seemed to smile a bit: "You can still talk poorly, which means you are in good condition."

"Where are my parents?"

"I asked my uncle and aunt to go back to rest. I have already called them to report that they are safe. I guess they will come later."

I frowned, feeling a little pain in the corner of my left eye, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you tie gauze around my eye?"

There was silence.

I clearly felt Cheng Yang's hand holding me pause for a moment, and then heard his nonchalant voice: "It's nothing, it's just that your eyelids were hurt by the broken glass, so you tied them up with gauze..."

I faintly have a bad premonition.

This premonition deepened with Cheng Yang's explanation.

In the end, I interrupted others rudely for the first time: "Cheng Yang, tell the truth."

After being quiet for a long time, when my body was almost numb, Cheng Yang slowly put me on the bed and then rocked the bed.

I didn't speak, I was waiting for his sentencing.

During the waiting time, I thought of many people, including Van Gogh, Picasso, Da Vinci, Hanzi, Teacher, Aunt He, Dad, Mom, and He Zhou.

From my teachers and friends to my family.

From my dream to my lover.

I feel bad, both in my mind and my body.

I feel like I'm missing something.

Something I shouldn't be unwilling to lose.

"Sorry, Bai, your eyes may not be able to see, and the glass shards pierced your eyes."

boom -

boom -

My world fell into darkness again.

I had a very long dream.

The sky in the dream is the starry sky of Van Gogh, the flowers in the dream are the sunflowers of Van Gogh, the exterior scene in the dream is the wheat field of Van Gogh, and the foothold in the dream is the open-air restaurant of Van Gogh.

A bizarre dream.

I work in the light and shadow intersection, with a drawing board, I am drawing.

I am drawing.

I am drawing a person.

The man stood on the wheat field, wearing the uniform of Huanyi High School for a while, and the uniform of Suhe High School for a while, smiling brightly.

I seem to have been flashed, but I have been drawing for a long time, but there is only a simple distorted outline on the drawing paper.

Hey, Van Gogh's Impressionism.

Then the scene changed and I was sitting on a sunflower overlooking a sandy beach on the west coast of the United States.

Sunshine, sea, beauty.

There is no one I want to see.

Then I saw Cheng Yang.

Fluorite then shattered the ship in a bottle, and the ship sank to the bottom of the ocean.