Shimmer Forest

After autumn, Su Jin's father had a phone call with him.

On the other side of the receiver, the father's voice sounded hoarse and unfamiliar.They chatted about many things, trivial things in the village, and what they saw in the city. At the end of the conversation, Su Jingran asked him: "Where do you most want to go?"

There was a long silence.The seemingly random question hit the softest part of his heart.Reminding him that one day, he will leave the village, leave the forest, and go to an unknown place.Since then, I have no fixed place to live.

When he put down the phone, he stood for a long time in the shadow of the store.Wu Hao, who was waiting outside, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he didn't go into the room, but asked worriedly: "Stupid, what's wrong?"

"Muscular man, do you want to go to the outside world?" Su Jin's dry voice slowly sounded from the darkness.It seems to be asking him, but also like asking himself.

"No." Almost instinctively answered, the answer blurted out in an instant.Wu Hao was startled, then suddenly remembered something, and asked softly, "Do you... have somewhere you want to go?"

If I had to leave, where would I want to go?Su Jin himself didn't know.

And on the day of leaving, am I really willing to give up this forest full of memories, where I was born?

The leisurely sigh gradually disappeared into the darkness along with the undiscovered answer.

Since then, every night, Su Jin will hear the sound of someone singing.

The voice was very far away at first, and only a soft tune could be vaguely discerned.But once you are attracted by that voice, you will feel that the voice gradually becomes clearer, as if it is branded in your brain, and will not go away for a long time.

It is a very pleasant and gentle male voice, clean and clear, cold and ethereal, with a hint of confusion.Slowly, lowly, humming something softly.

It seems to be calling, and it seems to be talking.

Every time Su Jin heard it, his thoughts could not help but follow the sound.Can't help but think, what is that person trying to express?Who do you want to sing to?

He began to subconsciously wait for that voice to appear every night, becoming more and more addicted to that ethereal voice.

As if it could gradually devour and occupy his consciousness, as soon as that voice sounded, his brain would immediately become blank, and he would only be addicted to the singing.

When Su Jin came back to his senses, he was already in an ice field.

He couldn't remember how he got here, where he was, or even who he was.

Even though it was a world of ice and snow, he didn't feel cold at all.

Looking up, the world seems to be covered with thick snow.The sky is clear and clean, and the setting sun sprinkles bright gold on the horizon. The color of the sky has a strong sense of layering, orange, pink, and lavender, which are layer by layer and blend with each other.

Surrounded by evergreen trees with lush branches and leaves, the tops of the trees are covered with pure white snow.The branches of dead trees are covered with frost, like branches and leaves made of ice and snow.There is a large glacier in front of me, the blue ice is pure and bright, without any impurities.There are thin cracks in the ice, like the ripples of the ocean.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the snow field, turning the pure white snow into a light pink.A thin wind blows, bringing cold snow particles.

Every breath of air is icy.He couldn't help but stop, staring at the ice ocean in front of him in a daze, lingering in a daze.

Unknowingly, the sky began to snow.The overwhelming snowflakes fell slowly, making the originally peaceful snow field even more silent.He seemed to be lost in this piece of pure white, not knowing where he came from or where he was going.

A crisp bell sounded in a trance, which was particularly eye-catching in the silence.From far to near, the ringtone slowly continued into a pleasant music, clear and pleasant to the ear.

He followed the sound and searched. From the distant ice surface, the silhouette of a person gradually appeared, walking towards him slowly.

That was a man who could bring stillness.Long white hair blended with ice and snow, white eyes, white long gown, and a handsome expressionless face.He was so quiet, as if there was no one else around, with the ringtone like a song, passing him by.

The moment he walked by, the falling snow seemed to stop, leaving only a pure white emptiness.Only the slender silky hair and the white sleeves fluttering in the wind reminded him that time has not stood still.

The bell rang silently.Jingle, jingle, as if calling for something.addictive.

Gradually, some noises merged into the clear voice that made people lose their minds.

The noise was too small to be recognized, but it managed to bring him back to his senses.

"Wait!" He turned around and shouted, because he was too anxious, so there was more order in his voice.

The figure in front paused, with his back turned to him, the thin and pale figure seemed to disappear in the heavy snow at any moment.

Yet he hesitated.Why should I call him?What to say?Anxiety has become without any reason, it seems that the call is just an instinctive reaction.

"Where are you going?" The person in front suddenly turned around and stared at him indifferently.The sound was like condensed ice and snow, exuding a cold breath.

Where am I going?He was taken aback by this abrupt question.Then start asking yourself.

The ring finger was faintly hot. He looked over suspiciously and found a strangely shaped plastic ring on his finger.

Why do I wear this ring?He didn't understand, he just vaguely felt that this was a very, very important thing.

The scorching temperature came from the fingertips. He stared at the ring and murmured, "Probably... a warm place."

That person probably didn't want to hear his answer at all, and walked away.The ringing gradually faded away, attracting his sanity.

He chased the ringtone, and before he knew it, the ice and snow around him melted.A green step extends from the foot, extending infinitely to the height.

When I came back to my senses again, I saw a green town in front of me.The two-person wide stone steps are covered with moss, and the irregular stones are polished smooth and bright.On both sides of the road are European-style houses surrounded by vines, and flowers are placed on the balcony of each house.The houses are also covered with colorful flowers.The sun was just right, shining behind the banyan tree in front, bright and dazzling.

It is a very beautiful town, and he feels inexplicably familiar, as if it is a place he longed for a long time ago.The doors and windows of every house were open. He stood outside the door curiously and called a few times, but no one answered.After hesitating for a moment, he went in anyway.

It is a warm and crowded cabin. An old TV is placed on top of the cabinet, playing animation programs; checkered tablecloths are placed on the wooden low table; the floral sofa is soft and warm, and there are still traces of people sitting on it. .The fire in the fireplace was burning blazingly, sputtering and splashing sporadic sparks.The rocking chair on the carpet shook slightly and creaked; there was hot food in the room, and the fire on the oven had not been completely extinguished.

There were soft footsteps on the stone road outside the house, and he chased out the door, only to see the hammock under the banyan tree, swaying gently with the wind.

Whether it is this room or this small town, there are traces of people's lives, but there is no one here.

Either way, it's a very comfortable place to live.He can find any house at will, and sleep on a soft, fragrant bed.In the morning, the bright sunlight would pour over the bed and wake him up.

And there is always food in the kitchen and on the table, milk, bread, strawberry cake, poached eggs, steak.Like someone prepared it while he was sleeping.He would break things on purpose, and the pieces of those things would be cleaned up in the morning.I don't know when all the garbage made the day before will be collected.It's like someone has been living in a world parallel to him, but he can't always meet him.He also tried to wait for someone to appear at night, but he would always fall asleep unknowingly, and so on, over and over again.

His favorite thing is to bask in the sun on the hammock under the banyan tree, watching the sunlight penetrate the gaps in the leaves and break into countless rays of light.As long as you count carefully, you will feel inexplicably nostalgic and reassuring.

As if looking at it like this, something will come to mind.

In the days of wandering in the small town, he would visit from house to house; read thick books on the wooden bookshelf; take a bubble bath in the bathtub; roast sweet potatoes with the fire in the fireplace; Swing under the arch of flowers.

After an unknown amount of time, the deserted town gradually made him feel lonely.Whenever the night is quiet, there will be a very pleasant male voice, the voice is soft and subtle, but it makes him very concerned.

As if being controlled, he chased after the voice, his mind became blank, as if something was gradually disappearing.

Every time he approached the source of the sound, the inexplicable noise would sound, awakening his thoughts again.

And every time the noise sounded, fragments of memory would flash by.The more you pay attention, the more frequent the sound will be.

It was as if two forces were contending, one trying to annihilate him and the other trying to wake him up.

Just like this every day in a daze, he circled around without making any progress.Until one day, when he was boringly climbing the green steps, he heard someone calling.

The voice was really too low, and it could only be vaguely distinguished that it was shouting something.Perhaps the noise had become clearer.

Turning back instinctively, there are long steps behind; lush flowers grow on both sides of the steps; buildings with red roofs on both sides of the road; tall and sturdy banyan trees, shining brightly in the noon sun.

He suddenly remembered that this was the town he had seen in fairy tale books.