eyes outside the box

"Snapped--"

The moment the light was turned on, there was a crisp sound.

The man in a well-fitting suit led Yang Bowen, who was between a young man and a young man, into the room silently.

Duan Jiuze didn't explain why he brought Yang Bowen back to his home, and Yang Bowen didn't seem to care too much, and didn't say a word along the way.

Duan Jiuze didn't want to say anything more to Yang Bowen, but just took a set of his own pajamas, led someone, walked to the bathroom, then closed the door by himself, and walked to the study on the other side.

Sitting at the desk, Duan Jiuze turned on the computer, checked the flight information for the next day, and deliberately selected a flight with the least number of passengers, and decided to take Yang Bowen directly to the airport to buy tickets tomorrow.

If the white mist that has been preventing him from boarding the plane still appears, it means that Duan Jiuze's deduction is not wrong in some respects.The answer is closely related to Yang Bowen.The airport is also the key, but this key may only reveal some clues when it is related to Yang Bowen.As for the specifics, we will have to wait for Yang Bowen and Yang Bowen to enter the airport tomorrow to find out.

Duan Jiuze was also prepared that even if he took Yang Bowen to the airport, he might only be wrapped in white mist and go to the next world.

——The road to the truth will never be straight.

Duan Jiuze thought about the truth for a while, and then dealt with some other things.After about half an hour, Duan Jiuze raised his wrist, looked at the time, frowned slightly, and felt that the room seemed too quiet, and there was no sound from the direction of the bathroom.

But this kind of silence is not the kind of extreme silence that freezes the air when surrounded by white mist, but the ordinary silence of the night.

Yang Bowen didn't take a bath, or is Yang Bowen not in the bathroom at the moment?Was it taken away by the white mist or something else?

Duan Jiuze knew very well that there were all kinds of weird and unexplainable things about Yang Bowen, so Duan Jiuze guessed with an extremely serious attitude that Yang Bowen's voice did not come from the bathroom.

Holding the doorknob tightly, Duan Jiuze calmed down and stared straight at the light in the bathroom that came through the thick glass.

"Yang Bowen?"

He called out in a low voice, but no one responded.

Duan Jiuze turned the doorknob, and suddenly opened the bathroom door——

Without the imaginary anti-lock setting, without the stagnant white mist in thinking, Yang Bowen stood under the unturned shower, still holding the pajamas Duan Jiuze gave him, with lowered eyebrows, as if immersed in his own world, thinking about something .

Duan Jiuze looked at Yang Bowen with a sullen face, and said coldly, "Take a bath."

However, Yang Bowen did not respond at all.

Duan Jiuze took a step closer, almost clinging to Yang Bowen, pulling Yang Bowen's arm, and said in a cold tone, "Speak."

"..."

At this moment, Duan Jiuze thought of Yang Bowen in the previous world, almost the same way, without saying a word, only living in his own world, and his perception of the outside world depends entirely on his preferences.

"Wow—"

Without warning, Duan Jiuze turned on the shower.

In winter, the cold water sprayed out from the head, drenching the two people standing under the shower.

Because the water that came out was very cold at first, Yang Bowen hugged the pajamas in his hands subconsciously, shrunk and lowered his head, but he still didn't answer, and didn't even move a step.

Duan Jiuze was inexplicably agitated because he noticed that the posture of Yang Bowen holding his pajamas was the same as that of Yang Bowen holding a book in his previous life.It's just that now I only have pajamas in my hand, so the posture of hugging when I shrink has changed slightly.

Looking at Yang Bowen like this, Duan Jiuze always felt an indescribable anger in his heart.He stretched out his hand to take away those pajamas, together with the material that Yang Bowen held tightly in his hands, he also tore apart little by little, and finally pulled out the clothes completely, and threw them aside vigorously.

For the first time, facing Yang Bowen who was silent and cowering, Duan Jiuze wanted to escape for the first time.

Without any explanation, Duan Jiuze turned around and was about to leave the bathroom.

Just two steps away, Duan Jiuze felt the pull. He looked down and saw that Yang Bowen's hand was holding the corner of his clothes.

Suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart, Duan Jiuze vigorously broke away Yang Bowen's hand and walked out of the bathroom by himself.

Back in the bedroom, changed clothes, Duan Jiuze wiped his hair casually, sat on the edge of the bed, forced himself to calm down, and thought carefully about the purpose of Yang Bowen's actions and the faint sense of anger that had always existed in his heart for what.

However, in the quiet late night, accompanied by the sound of water in the bathroom, Duan Jiuze couldn't calm down.

Until the sound of water in the bathroom stopped and the sound of the doorknob turning, the restlessness in Duan Jiuze's heart seemed to stop slightly.

When he looked up at the door of the bedroom, Yang Bowen, who was naked, had already walked from the bathroom to the door.

"why……"

Just as Duan Jiuze wanted to ask why he didn't wear clothes, he remembered that he had suddenly turned on the shower earlier, and drenched the original pajamas, making him unable to wear them.

Pulling off the quilt to cover the person, and turning up the temperature of the air conditioner, Duan Jiuze passed Yang Bowen and walked towards the bathroom.

Duan Jiuze didn't know why Yang Bowen didn't speak, he only knew that he couldn't calm down now.

In the steaming heat, water mist filled the space little by little, but Duan Jiuze knew that this was not the white mist that he was afraid of.

white mist...

Looking up, facing the hot water falling from the shower, Duan Jiuze kept thinking about tomorrow's arrangements, and kept imagining what would happen when boarding the plane tomorrow.

Perhaps, the truth will only board the plane tomorrow.

Perhaps tomorrow is the end of everything, or the beginning.

Duan Jiuze walked out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, only to see Yang Bowen curled up in a corner of the wall, clutching the quilt.

Looking at Yang Bowen's actions, which seemed to be a continuation of Yang Bowen's habit from the previous world, the inexplicable fire in Duan Jiuze's heart ignited again.

Duan Jiuze didn't want to be controlled by inexplicable emotions, and didn't want other things to happen before reaching the truth.What's more, Yang Bowen was originally an odd number in every world, even if Duan Jiuze wanted to explore it, it would be futile.

After Qiang calmed down, Duan Jiuze tore off two new quilts, and gave Yang Bowen another set of pajamas, and the two of them covered themselves with quilts and fell asleep together in this silent night.

"Only love and death can change everything...Only love and death can change everything...Only love and death can change everything..."

who is it?

Are you repeating this sentence over and over again?

"look look look--"

What to look at?

There is a foggy white in front of my eyes, everything is blank, what are you looking at?

"look look look--"

"Only love and death can change everything...Only love and death can change everything...Only love and death can change everything..."

Duan Jiuze seemed to be running all the time, but it was useless.

That sentence, and the word "look", lingered in his ears all the time, as if they were constantly moving with Duan Jiuze.

"Duan Jiuze... Duan Jiuze... Duan Jiuze..."

Who is calling his name?

Faintly, Duan Jiuze saw a figure appearing in front of him, two figures... countless figures.

And that figure is completely the same figure, as if it is the light and shadow of the same person in different directions.

Running towards one of the figures, the distance seemed to be shortening bit by bit. Duan Jiuze stretched out his hand, wanting to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

"you……"

Seems familiar, who is it?

Closer, closer, closer!

Duan Jiuze stretched out his hand, but the moment he was about to touch the figure, he fell into the clouds.

Waking up suddenly in the early morning, Duan Jiuze's chest heaved continuously, as if he had experienced a violent exercise.

Under the hand, is the warm touch of the body.

Duan Jiuze looked at Yang Bowen who had shrunk into his quilt. The other party seemed to have just been awakened by him, with hazy eyes, full of confusion from not waking up.

Facing Duan Jiuze, Yang Bowen curled up slightly, holding the corner of Duan Jiuze's pajamas tightly with both hands.

Duan Jiuze, who had just woken up from his sleep, almost couldn't tell which world he was in—but only almost.

Yang Bowen in the previous world had such a closed personality because of his childhood experience, but Yang Bowen in this world has a normal personality—otherwise he would not work in KTV.

But this Yang Bowen, who should be extremely normal, has been doing the same actions as Yang Bowen in the previous world since we met last night.

why?

A person who grew up in a normal environment with a sound personality, has his own perception of everything around him, has clear likes and dislikes, and can express his wishes with words and even behaviors, why does his behavior resemble that of Yang Bowen in the previous world? or even exactly the same?

Duan Jiuze couldn't explain why he had a deep memory of Yang Bowen from the previous world.Especially when he left Duan's house for the airport in the last world, Yang Bowen was standing alone on the second floor with a book in his pajamas, looking in Duan Jiuze's direction.At that time, Yang Bowen's sense of bleakness and vicissitudes that did not match his age would always linger in Duan Jiuze's heart from time to time—even though Duan Jiuze had tried his best to ignore this feeling, it still lingered.

"Only love and death can change everything."

Duan Jiuze looked at Yang Bowen's gradually sober eyes, and heard the other party say this sentence word by word, his pupils shrank unnaturally at that moment.

"Gibran: Only love and death can change everything."

If Duan Jiuze could barely convince himself that the previous sentence was an auditory hallucination or a coincidence, then this time, he was completely shocked.

Duan Jiuze couldn't say it was a coincidence that someone who hadn't said a word since we met last night suddenly said such a sentence, even happened to be such a representative sentence.

Duan Jiuze sat up little by little, but his eyes never let go of Yang Bowen. He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Yang Bowen also followed Duan Jiuze's movements, sat up calmly, and replied simply and clearly: "Yang Bowen."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out another hand and pointed at Duan Jiuze: "Duan Jiuze."