broken dust

broken dust

The first hidden heart

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1

The night is dark and the lights are bright.

It's the seventh day of the year again, with lanterns and festoons everywhere, every street and every shop in Ducheng is brightly lit, and there is a sweet atmosphere everywhere.

He looked at his watch. It was 35:[-] in the evening, which was too early.

In another hour or two, the "nightlife" that belongs to the specific day of "Qixi" will officially kick off.Movie theaters and restaurants in major shopping malls will probably be more lively than they are now.

He didn't like the excitement very much, so he sat alone on the edge of a flower bed in a small square with dim street lights not far from a shopping building in the city center.

The two-way lane on the opposite side divides the lively and bustling and the empty and quiet into two.

This location is very good, secluded enough, and can see the bustling night view opposite at a glance.

He took out his mobile phone, opened the address book, and swipe his fingers lightly, finally staying in front of a familiar yet unfamiliar number for a long time.

His eyelids are very thin, the eyes are not very big, but they are very deep, and the wide double eyelids seem to be carved out with a knife.

His eyes were like burning red hot knives, fixedly staring at the number on the phone.

After staring at him for a long time, his brows frowned unconsciously, and a small shallow groove formed between his brows and eyes.

Still he didn't dial the number.

He is in some pain.

When he felt very painful, he would hold his head with his hands, as if he wanted to bury half of his body in his arms.

Only in this way can he feel a little bit of peace of mind.

"Sir, are you okay?" It was a clear male voice.

He raised his head slightly, revealing his eyes.

The person who asked the question was a boy in his early twenties, dressed in a sporty fashion.

Beside him was a very small and cute girl in a high school uniform. She hugged the boy next to him tightly, almost half hanging on his body.

The two looked so sweet and happy.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern!"

His voice was a little hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, with a heavy sense of strength.

His eyes gleamed under the dim streetlight, as if the reflection of glass in the sun was dazzling.

Frightened by such cold eyes, the girl couldn't help but backed away, and tugged at the boy's sleeve in a panic.

The boy immediately comprehended and dropped a sentence: "Sorry to bother you!"

Then he dragged the girl away in a hurry.

His eyes kept staring at their leaving backs, 5 meters, 10 meters, 50 meters... until they were submerged in the opposite crowd and could no longer be seen.

His eyes began to scan along the opposite street, famous bag store, clothing store, watch store, and finally landed on the dilapidated red telephone booth at the side entrance of the corner cafe.

These days, no one should use a public phone.

A small phone booth stands alone in a small corner where the hustle and bustle is about to fade away. There is a faint light inside, like a small candle burning in a huge black curtain, with some scorching warmth.

He got up slowly, straightened the slight creases on his pants, and then walked towards the phone booth.

Five minutes later, he came out of the phone booth with an even more lonely expression on his face, and his steps seemed to be "shaking his mind", and he walked across a small road in a zigzag and entered the colorful "busy area".

I don't know if it's because of his overly conspicuous appearance, or because of his overly exquisite attire, or because his dejected expression is a little out of tune with this lively and bustling atmosphere, and the people passing by couldn't help but look sideways.

He finally realized that he was a bit "outrageous", and quickly turned around and turned into the coffee shop beside him, then went straight to the seat in the farthest corner and sat down.

Holding a small spoon, he gently stirred the coffee in the cup, and then followed the rich aroma and took a sip from the cup.

In fact, he doesn't particularly like coffee, but he likes coffee shops.

Cozy, leisurely, quiet.

Sitting here can always calm down my restless emotions.

He is sitting in a very good position now, in an inconspicuous corner, with half of his body in the shadows.

2

The moment the key was inserted into the lock, it meant that he had stepped into the darkness.

There was no light in the room, it was very dark, and the milky-white European-style wall clock inlaid with gold flowers on the wall of the porch showed that it was 45:[-].

He didn't change his shoes, and carefully pressed against the wall, walked through the hallway, and through the dining table to go to the living room.

As he crossed the table, a thin beam of light lay across his face like a sharp sword.

He stopped suddenly, his whole body seemed to be stiff, the heart, blood, and limbs all seemed to have stopped working in an instant, and the sweat on his forehead had already dripped down.

After 30 seconds, nothing seems to have changed.

The surroundings are still quiet, and the beam of light is still as usual.

He finally turned around on stiff legs and found the source of the light.

He held his breath and leaned over, leaning against the crack of the door, the hand holding the doorknob trembling slightly.

The door didn't move, he moved.

He didn't know what was going to appear behind the door, and he didn't want to be found, so he held the doorknob tightly and wouldn't let the door move.

Then there is nothing behind the door.

It was an empty bathroom with lights on and the door ajar.

He finally relaxed, completely unaware of the soreness and numbness caused by the overcrowding of the back molars due to excessive tension just now.

He continued to walk close to the wall, passing through the entrance partition between the living room and the dining room. The light was not turned on in the living room and the dining room. The aisle with yellow wall lamps is a bedroom on the right. He quickly walked through the leisure living room. The floor was covered with thick blankets. He could move without making a sound. When he reached the aisle and walked in, he finally saw the light.

After staying in the dark for a long time, the sudden light was a bit dazzling.

He didn't approach, but looked in through the corner wall.

There was a light in the cloakroom.

His gaze followed the wall from the door to the inside, and finally stopped at a huge white carved floor-to-ceiling mirror leaning against the wall.

The woman in the mirror has black hair like a waterfall.

She grabbed her hair and tied it up, wrapping it in a big towel so that the water droplets from the ends of her hair wouldn't wet her pajamas.

Then he turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, faced the dressing table, and took out a milky white bottle from the drawer.

A coin-sized white lotion was poured out of a teacup-sized bottle, and then spread evenly on the woman's skin.

The white bathrobe came off, revealing smooth and white skin.

The skin is like curdled fat, nothing more.

The slender fingers pressed on the smooth arms, elastic and rhythmic.

In the mirror, she could still see her side face, pure as the first snow.

The nose and jaw line are very clear, but the combination is quiet and delicate.

The light in the cloakroom was very bright, and he was in the dark, but his eyes never left the mirror, and his eyes were as red as fire.

Looking at her, he felt his heart light up too.

"Who? Who's there?"

She seemed to be aware of it, quickly put away her bathrobe, and stood at the door to look around.

He hurriedly turned into the corridor on the other side.

There was almost a minute of silence.

The "thump" light came on, and he was surrounded by the light, unable to escape.

3

When the slender knife cut through the chest, and the small chainsaw pierced through the ribs, the beating heart was like a puppet lost on its string.

She had no thoughts at first, and the light of hope in her eyes was shattered immediately, and she fell into an endless black abyss.

The hot and bright red blood flowed against the gentle skin, irritating the blurred vision bit by bit, but the nerves in the head were extremely excited, as if the doll that had been longing for for many years was finally completely possessed.

Holding the bright red heart in his hands, he closed his eyes and leaned forward. The dead body seemed to be alive and regained its life.