On how to get to the top with multiple jobs

The sky is always black.

Under the darkness, the only twinkling stars are just a little bit of starlight—there is not even a moon here.

Tired stretched out his hand, tried to grab the brightest star, then spread out his palm to take a look.There was nothing in it.You cannot grasp the light of the stars with just your hands.

Obviously this is something that everyone knows, but he doesn't know why he feels a little disappointed.He lowered his hands and looked at the night sky in a daze.

It's really strange, obviously waiting here is such a boring thing, but he doesn't find it boring at all.

He seems to be very comfortable with this kind of life.

Bright and dazzling stars, rustling forests, and empty houses.

House, house...?He suddenly became bored.

The house is a familiar style.But it is too familiar, so even the slight smell of wood on the floor can be clearly distinguished, and even the corner of the mottled paper door can be recalled without thinking.

So even if it is empty and lonely... Zong also has solid trust.

Even if he had never seen it before, he could guess how the bedding placed in the cupboard was arranged, and how the neat men's and women's clothes were scattered.

There must be children's books within reach under the cupboard.

Next to it are some messy things, most of which are candles or something.

Candles are used to light them at night.

Is it night now?Tired and pondered for a while: Is there night here?

He looked up at the sky.The sky here is always black, he thought with a vague remnant of common sense: it is only dark at night.So—maybe this sentence should be rephrased: Is there daylight here?

The hair drooped with undulations, and it was a little itchy when it fell on the neck.

He glanced at it, and it was black, spiky, and gave the impression of a spider's claws.

Black. --black?

Tired raised his hand and pulled a few at random, not paying attention to the pain on the scalp at all, just spreading his palms and staring at the hair carefully.He was a little surprised that it was really black.

...By the way, what color was his hair before?Why do you feel so strange, so disgusted, but so nostalgic, so reluctant?

Mottled colors seem meaningless here.

But the good news is that his mood has calmed down.

Tired dropped the strands of hair in his hands and walked into the house.

He wanted to walk around every corner of the house with his own feet.

— just for fun, he thought.

Although there is no sound and no one here.But the furnishings in the room are surprisingly lifelike.

He doesn't have the slightest memory about this place, but before his eyes touch every corner, he will involuntarily pause for a moment, and then think about what is there.

It felt like exploring a new grand map, which made him feel a little bit of endless enjoyment.

There is a table in the front study room, the books on it are full of beautiful handwriting, and there are many books on the bookcase, which are neatly arranged.

Only one is askew.

He took the book in his hand and walked away carelessly.

The room to the left looks like a toy room.The ground is full of dolls, like things played by little girls.He opened the next closet.

In the closet are leather ropes, temari, and outdoor playthings.They were locked away in a big box, out of the light of day.

He dragged it out enthusiastically and tried it for a while.But because it was too easy, he threw it aside and left bored.

The room to the right is empty.There is only one children's book in the huge room.

The title page of the book unfolded, and on it was a picture of a man jumping into the water to rescue a child who fell into the water.

He inexplicably felt a tremor in his heart, and then slammed the door shut.

He stood at the door for a moment, at a loss for a long time, and finally decided to pretend that nothing happened and continue walking forward.

……

Forward, backward, left, right.

As long as you want to go, this house is like a maze that you can't get out of.But there is a familiar atmosphere in every corner.

This breath made him feel very comfortable and made him reluctant to part with it.

So he likes it here.

Tired and satisfied, he picked a room and lay down.He put the collections he found from various corners in a pile, and then rolled around in this room.

He is very satisfied.He hasn't felt so satisfied in a long time.In the depths of my heart, joy and joy rose up, rising step by step along with satisfaction.

Because of this rare emotional ups and downs, he squinted his eyes, thinking in his heart: I want to stay here.

Even if there is a space in my heart, it doesn't matter.

correct.He looked left and right, and suddenly remembered something he was very concerned about: there are no spiders here.Why are there no spiders in this house?

He began to feel restless again, and this restlessness turned into a driving force, pushing him to continue exploring this unknown house.

Soon he came back again because he forgot to take the candlestick.

...He can see at night, but he wants to hold a candlestick, which is not a contradiction.

He took the candlestick and walked on.

Sometimes there will be smoke in the house, and the fog will hang around every corner here.

It was a hazy moment, but he was able to continue his quest.

The smell of the mist was delicious, but it disgusted him very much.That's the smell of herbs.He hated herbs so much, but every time he was forced to drink them by——.

And then—would give him a candy, and—would ruffle his hair and compliment him: “You’re such a man.”

Tired, what a man you are.

Tired rubbing hair with his own hands.

Is it this scalp being pulled? ... Is it too hard, maybe it should be lighter.

So it turned into a tickling feeling again.

Kind of disgusting.

He stuck out his tongue expressionlessly, but accidentally bit himself because the tongue retracted too fast.A lot of blood came out.

Tired rubbed his canine teeth with his fingers, thinking slowly: Are my teeth so sharp?

He tried to bite his arm hard.

The arm is so hard.A little pain.Not only the teeth, but also the arms.

He originally wanted to try how hard he was and how sharp his teeth were.But after thinking about it, I gave up the idea.

If only there was food here, it would be time to experiment.

He originally wanted to go to the forest next to the house and find some wild animals or fruits to try.

But every time he walked out of the hut, he couldn't help feeling flustered.Then he would keep looking back, back, back, to make sure the cabin hadn't disappeared.

So he simply and neatly gave up this plan.

Occasionally he would be in a trance: why, why wouldn't he be sleepy or thirsty?

Why don't I have any memories of the past?

——Why, no one came here to find me?

Where are my family members?

He looked at his hands sadly.

His hands are soft and fair, round and round like a child's, with a touch of sensuality.But it was hard, thin, and bloodless.

He sometimes thinks he can kill a man.

But sometimes, he felt that he should stay in bed and die early.

He raised his head and looked at the sky again.

It was dark and full of stars.

When you are alone, your thinking will start to spread unconsciously.He began to wonder: Did everyone go to the sky?Only I was left here, stagnant.

... If this is the case, then forgetting seems to be a kind of happiness, so let me stay here forever and forget those things that should not be remembered.

Time flies by without a concept.I don't know how many days, tired gradually began to feel drowsy.The collection he explored was thrown in a corner by himself.And he fell asleep next to this pile of sundries—that’s right, his interest came and went quickly, and since he found and moved them, these collections have no further content.

Also, he obviously didn't need to sleep, but he actually thought it would be good to sleep here.

The streamer of light in the sky fell on his body, and the boy wearing the stars and wearing the moon curled up into a ball. He lay in the house, looking at the hazy light in front of him and thinking: Even if he dies here.

—It must be a very beautiful thing.

It was misty again.

These days, the appearance of these fogs has become more and more frequent, and occasionally there will be noises.I was tired and annoyed and bored at first, but I gradually got used to it later.

So he closed his eyes indifferently, and planned to continue to sleep.

"Tired—tired, are you there?"

Tired opened his eyes suddenly, he sat up quietly, observing the visitor quietly.Fortunately, the paper door was still closed, but the projection belonging to others was reflected on the ground.

First time in days.

who is it?Is it a friend or an enemy?Is it my relatives, or something else?Tired can't tell, just hide.

Every corner of this room has long been thoroughly touched by him.He knows exactly where people can hide and where people can hide.

The voice outside the door was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.The boy's voice was clear and clear, but it was somewhat hoarse.

It seems to be the sequelae of overuse of the voice.

"Tired, are you there?"

"Tired, answer me quickly."

"Tired, listen to me, you should go back. You shouldn't be here—"

But where would you stay if you weren't here?

Tired thought indifferently, peeking through the gap to see this strange young man coming with the mist.

The young man quickly searched for two or three rooms, but finally died without a problem. He stood in the corridor, but his figure gradually shattered into bits of starlight.

Tired heard him muttering to himself: "Anyway, I have finally matched the prescription... It's just that there is some problem with the staying time. It seems that we must add more dosage next time."

Is he going to disappear?Oh, he is planning to come to me next time.

……

The boy who was about to disappear spoke with a weary plea: "Tired, I know you're here. Please stop ignoring the weirdness of this house, okay? Next time, next time I'm here—" "

Before he could finish his sentence, he disappeared.

If you have something to say, say it quickly.Leave it to the end to say, what kind of bad habit is this?Tired and huddled in the closet, thinking wildly.Also, weird?

What a weird.

This house is my perfect sanctuary, where I and my - are.Although I can't see you all.But I love it here so much, I want to stay here forever.Nowhere else can I feel so at ease.

I want to be here forever.

He tiptoed out of the closet.His foot slipped on the collection, and he couldn't stand still for a while, and almost fell down.

Then there was a sound of something falling behind him, and he turned his head.It turned out that a book had slipped off the stack.

It was the book I found in the study at the beginning.The title page was spread out, and it was densely packed with words.

Tired and curious.

He squatted down and tried to read the neatly arranged words.

"—On a certain day of the month, rain.

My baby is born.

He was so small, so soft, and his breath so shallow.Just curled up in my arms.

The midwife advised me not to pay attention to him and just give up the child. —Because he is too weak.He can't survive.

But both my wife and I felt that he was a piece of our hearts.

If a person does not have this piece of meat, he will die.

After discussing with my wife and children, I decided to name him Tired.

I want to watch him grow up safely with his wife and children. "

The author has something to say: Thank you Lanyu Q for the grenades and mines, chirp=3=

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