Belly Trojan

Fan Shu fell asleep in a daze.The pain was rubbed away and melted away, I couldn't remember the pain, only the warmth of rubbing in the heels of my palms.Only then did he feel in a daze that he had almost forgotten what it was like to have a good night's sleep. His body was yearning for a safe environment and long-lost warm company.He may have slept for an hour, or longer, and his tense nerves were seldom relaxed, like a loose string.In the haze, someone combed his scalp and wiped off the cold sweat; he dreamed that he was in a remote wasteland, surrounded by wind that could blow to the horizon.It felt empty and lonely, just like when he first met Ling Yan, he was standing in the crowd of a blind date meeting, and all the passers-by looked at him as if they were picking goods, but he only felt the excitement when others walked past him. The gust of wind.There are too many people, and this gust of wind is very cool, like tearing a sober gap in the dust net full of noise and hustle and bustle.

Following the wind, he found another person through the dark and turbulent crowd.

But the biological clock has formed a kind of inertial vigilance, and does not allow itself to indulge for too long.When the relaxation reaches a certain level, it is tightened like a bow. Years of vigilance make him like a leopard. There is no buffer when he wakes up. He suddenly opens his eyes as if he has never slept, and suddenly sits up—— ——Ling Yanzhi was still there, but he was taken aback by his sudden standing up, "What are you doing, I thought you fell asleep—" rubbing his legs that were numb from his pillow.They stared blankly at each other, and Fan Shu lowered his head a little embarrassedly. "I fell asleep... I thought you were gone."

Ling Yanzhi smiled. "Is it better?"

"Well," the most difficult part passed, and Fan Shu patted his forehead. This was not the first time he faced withdrawal reactions.Stretch your legs, then look up at the clock, "Is there any movement?"

"Nothing." He looked out the window, "Someone set off fireworks just now. The city here is very dark...but I can see it clearly. There will be shadows on the glass....With a whistling, it will light up."

Fan Shu looked at him, his face looked like a child's.His tongue is sharp.When talking, people can't help but want to look under the point that flashes between the teeth.Why didn't I notice it before?

Fan Shu said, "I'll take you to a place."

They walked slowly along the alleyways on the outskirts of the city.The street lamps here have been in disrepair for a long time, and because of the sudden decrease in the resident population and the gathering towards the center of the city, the "abandoned city" on the periphery is gradually falling apart.Fan Shu is familiar with the road, as if he could walk with his eyes closed.Sometimes Ling Yanzhi looked up curiously, the shadow of the old building in the night looked like a giant with many spears pierced, and the remaining skeleton was still standing upright.Walking in such a dark alley can only rely on the sporadic light from the window.Here lived refugees, fugitives, and people engaged in certain illegal activities.The scope is too large, and even the investigation cannot be exhausted.

"Go this way, watch the road." Fan Shu tugged him, grabbed his wrist, and led him a few steps forward, avoiding a sewer rail that disappeared on the ground. "There is everything here, so there is nothing that should be there. Don't just walk away and people will disappear on the ground."

"You seem very familiar."

Fan Shu nodded. "I lived here when I was a child. At that time, this was a newly developed area, and it was expensive, but when that man came back, he insisted on buying a big house, saying that he looked grand... he couldn't lose to his comrades in arms."

Ling Yanzhi glanced at him. "'That person'?" He felt fresh, and also had a kind of joyful fear, which came from hearing Fan Shu talk about himself for the first time.He wants to carefully control the space for his questioning, if he doesn't say anything, it will be worth the loss; but the wrist he is holding is always distracting, thinking about whether to reach out and clasp his hand, a dazed, the words have already out of the mouth.

Fan Shu was silent for a while.Ling Yanzhi hurriedly approached and came back: "I'll just ask casually, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."

"It's not that I don't want to say it. It's just that... I don't want to mention him and dirty my mouth." He still held Ling Yanzhi, without looking back, and his voice was deep, "That man is my father, and he... is no longer my father. He To me, it's not worth the word... father."

Ling Yanzhi felt his hand tremble slightly, so he slid down and held his hand with determination.No one let go.

"where are we going?"

"It's not far, we'll be there in a while."

At the end of the abandoned city, those buildings stacked on top of each other at the end of the field of vision, in the gray and black night, as the distance approached, they moved away to the two sides, making way for a way out.Suddenly, an egg-shaped memorial hall with soft light appeared in front of it.Looking at it at night, it looks like a person crawling and curling up, like a baby falling into the womb and curling up into the amniotic fluid.

The genetic codes of the women who died in that catastrophe outbreak, together with the ashes, are recorded in a small square here.

This majestic, warm and feminine building is in stark contrast to the remaining bones of the old city around it.It has no edges and corners, and is completely round; it exudes a light that is not strong but gentle, symbolizing that what is lost in this world is still here.The square is extremely spacious, and it is not the Qingming Festival or the Winter Solstice, so there are not many people who come to offer condolences, offer flowers and burn paper money.

Ling Yanzhi paused.He has never been here since the death of his only relative.It was almost the first time for him to walk through this memorial square covered with plain floor tiles, and the feeling of stepping on it was very light.Even though the surrounding abandoned city is full of sewage and filthy, this place looks particularly holy, like a fairy tale.

There is a huge sculpture of a pregnant woman standing in it; she looks sad, but with a smile, lowered her eyebrows, like a Buddha looking at the world, whispering to the beholder: What troubles do you have?Just say it, and I'll listen.Ling Yanzhi stared at her for a while, and suddenly felt hot in the eye sockets; she was like a sister, just like her sister was watching him tenderly and stroking his hair: It's okay, A Yan, everything will pass.

His palms were clenched, and Fan Shu said, "Let's go. You can't look at this pregnant lady for a long time, it's the rule here."

Ling Yanzhi was pulled away by him, but his eyes still kept looking back.

Fan Shu thought this was strange.The number of people who come to visit the grave decreases year by year, some people die, some people forget.Those who still come are already a little numb to the portrait of pregnant women, until the ABO grading system was implemented in the past two years. "You haven't seen this?"

"I haven't...been here before."

"Haven't you been here? ... What about the memorial day? Aren't you coming to visit the grave?"

Ling Yanzhi shook his head. "Never came after this monument was built. I swore I wouldn't come to see her until I found a way..."

Fan Shu looked at him.I thought to myself, we are really two completely different people.A relative who has never come to see her for so many years for her goal always reminds herself where she is going; while the other one relies on seeing them from time to time to maintain her normal operation and does not forget where she came from.

"Then let me have a look, okay?" He asked very confidently, but his eyes were full of expectation; Ling Yanzhi looked at him, and his fingers followed him forward, so that his heart flew; but the soles of his feet were ground on the floor tiles Going up, the bottom of my heart also hurts.The body is pulled and dragged by the two, as if I am fighting with myself, and I am entangled with myself.

Fan Shu noticed his hesitation. "Do you want to see it? Don't force yourself."

Ling Yanzhi persisted for a while, then said: "I will try to force it." He stared at the building not far away, and there was no other building like it in the world. "I want to see. After so many years... I have become like this. I think I can accept it. I should go and see her. However, my body is resisting... the promise made when I was too young , as if it has taken root in the body, and I am not allowed to violate it."

Fan Shu took a look at his expression, and suddenly reached out and hugged him on the ground.

"Let's go. Will it be all right?"

Ling Yanzhi, who was in a daze, walked quickly into the hall after being carried; the sensor door opened automatically.A world that is gradually being forgotten suddenly opens up in front of your eyes: dense grids are embedded in the pure white wall, each with a gilded name on it.Fan Shu shuttled through the arc-shaped inner round hole with ease, and quickly walked to the designated area.Long pebble-like seats curved and flowed past the wall. "If you're already in, let me down!" Ling Yanzhi felt his face burn.Even though it was this hour, there were hardly any people who came to pay respects, but this feeling of lightness and effortlessness made the contact point wirelessly magnified.What's more, he wasn't carrying it on his back or shouldering it, he just put his hands on his shoulders and knees, hugging it so easily.

When Fan Shu put him down, Ling Yanzhi felt his forearm turn red.

Fortunately, this piece of wood didn't notice it at all, so it pulled Ling Yanzhi, walked to one of the arcs, and pointed at one of the many nameplates. "This is my mother," he said softly, as if afraid of disturbing the soul, and pointed to another one not far away, "This is my grandma." After walking a few steps and turning a small bend, "this It's my eldest sister, second sister and third sister..."

Ling Yanzhi quietly followed him, identifying each name. "You have so many sisters... What a lively family."

Fan Shu lit a joss stick. "That person is a very traditional person." The joss sticks here are provided free of charge, and only the incense sticks provided here can be used. There are three extremely thin sticks on the common cabinet next to it.If you take it, you can just insert it into the small raised Xiuzhen incense burner designed under the nameplate.He lit up one by one, and bowed, Ling Yanzhi watched his movements, and bowed accordingly.

When he raised his head, he saw Fan Shu looking at him intently, and let out a long breath.

"I did it."

"What did you do?"

"Bringing you to meet them," he said, "although it's late, it's better than never."

Ling Yanzhi said: "Don't you ask me what I said to them?"

Fan Shu felt a little embarrassed. "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry I didn't come to see you until now. But I'm happy." He gazed at the high, round ceiling, which felt like a cake about to melt.The designer seemed to do his best to include what he thought was beautiful about women in everything, trying to preserve them all.Those soft feelings make these nameplates that replace the tombstones not so solemn and lifeless, but seem to be alive, living in the hearts of those who came to pay homage to them. "It's fine here. I shouldn't be afraid of the truth."

Fan Shu clasped his palms beside him, moving his lips silently to speak, as if he wanted to put enough words in a stick of incense to send out, his eyelashes quivered reverently.

The incense burned out quickly under the watchful eyes of the two.Fan Shu put down his clasped palms and asked, "Are you going to visit your relatives?... Do you remember the serial number?"

Ling Yanzhi blurted out a long and awkward number, as if this, along with those roots, grew in his blood and on the tip of his tongue.But he shook his head. "Not today." Then he raised his head and looked at Fan Shu steadfastly, his eyes like an open bow, "Next time. Let's make an appointment. Next time, when we come back, come back from Yuncheng..."

"I'll take you to see her."

What the two of them didn't realize was that in the darkness in the distance, a luxury car that was incompatible with the environment was parked there silently.The windows of the car were half rolled down, and someone watched silently as they walked out of the Notre-Dame Memorial and left the square.The person in the front seat looked at the locator and the monitor, and there was a slowly moving red dot on it.

"Boss Yi, don't you want to do it?"

The man gave a greasy smile. "Never mind. Let them go."

"Then, tomorrow's itinerary, do you want to remove him—"

"Just follow the previous one. I didn't tell you to change it, so you don't need to change it."

"But, boss, how dare this bastard lie to you? Just let him off so easily?"

"There is nothing better than holding someone's weakness, you don't understand." Yi Huazang smiled, motioned for the glass to be raised, and lay back on the back of the chair.In the small car theater in front, an old movie is playing. "Infernal Affairs, have you seen it?"