flying switch

It's raining.

Zhong Rong looked out the window blankly, unable to remember how he got here.

The lamp flickered on and off, illuminating the picture frame by the bed.He thought in a daze that this place seemed to be his home.The rain wet the windows that were mostly covered by curtains. He walked towards the photo frame and saw the people in the photo.

The mother, who was laughing loudly, and him, who had just grown up, stood under the old tree downstairs, with fragments of the sun shining through the shade printed on his face.

In the year of the senior high school entrance examination, F City was uncharacteristically sunny for a long time, and his mother, who had never liked taking pictures, took him to take the last group photo of his life on the day the examination ended.From that day on, there was a long rain that came late, damp and cold; when his mother brought the blank paper, the inpatient building was added to his life.

So cold.

He shivered, the dusty mirror couldn't reflect him.He rummaged through the closet, trying to find clothes to keep out the cold, but all he saw was a thin long dress, the same one his mother was wearing in the photo.

He could feel something bursting in his stomach, and he quickly closed the closet before the emotional outburst consumed him.Like countless times before, he turned his back to escape, covered his eyes and pressed his heart, so that he could not feel any raindrops.

The curtain was blown open, Zhong Rong froze.

The photo frame disappeared in such a short time, and the bed was no longer soft. It was moldy and stiff from the long-term rain, and even the dress that was spread on the bed gave off a strange smell.

He can't stay here any longer, he has to get out of here.

Zhong Rong panicked and looked for a way out everywhere.There was a blur outside the window, and occasionally the laughter of children and their parents could be heard.He drew the curtains like a snake, preventing any sound or light from entering the room.

The window couldn't go, so he started looking for the door.

door?

He held the doorknob, which felt so familiar, as if he had held the doorknob like this in a certain white world, and with this eagerness, he just wanted to see the woman under the umbrella quickly.

There was someone by his side at that time.

Is anyone here?someone.

A man in white and a woman with short black hair.

There should be another one, a boy with curly red hair.

Who are they?

He wondered, and the weight of his fingers naturally pressed down on the handle. The door slammed lightly, and he was blinded by the light and closed his eyes.

A hand that was not too big and rather rough pulled him out of the door, and an umbrella was covered over his head, and he heard the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella.He had listened to this voice all his life, and had been held by those hands throughout his youth.

"Rong Rong." The owner of those hands called, and Zhong Rong's sorrow rushed before his eyes, and he saw his mother's long-lost face in the blurred eyes.

Tears rolled down first instead of words, Zhong Rong opened his mouth, only one or two choked words could escape.

His mother gently wiped away his tears: "I will be a high school student soon, why are you still crying?"

He froze for a moment, looking at his mother's clothes.She was wearing that long skirt, and the corners of the skirt were already wet from the rain.The wind blew over, and the white corners of a piece of paper pinched by mother's fingers behind the skirt were exposed.

It was that day.

"...Mom," Zhong Rong said with difficulty, "Why is the hospital..."

"Are you hungry?" His mother gently interrupted him, stroking his hair with her fingers, "Go eat some wontons, okay?"

Her tone was low, and she tried her best to squeeze out a smile. It was rare that she was not as calm and gentle as a little girl.Zhong Rong couldn't hold back his tears, and couldn't bear to reject her, so he could only nod his head wordlessly.

The mother took a deep breath to hold back the tears, and when she raised her head, she hugged him, as usual: "Oh, oh, it's a big boy, why are you crying like this? You won't be dumped by the little girl, right? Who dares to dump mother's big baby? !"

Hearing the active voice she was trying to raise, Zhong Rong was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, and he grabbed the hem of his clothes to suppress it: "...No one dares to dump me."

"Oh, crazy," the mother was amused, "It's good, keep it up, eat more later!"

It's still raining.

There were not many people in the wonton shop, Zhong Rong and his mother were sitting in the corner, next to the window, and the rain was carrying them through a layer of glass.Wontons were placed in the middle of the table, and the owner, who always loved to joke with his mother, didn't say much today, served the dishes silently and left in silence.

The mother's face was not clear through the heat, she handed the spoon to Zhong Rong: "Eat."

Zhong Rong ate the wontons together with the hot soup, his tongue hurt.He said vaguely, "Why don't you eat?"

"Mom is not hungry," the mother dragged her cheeks, "you eat."

Zhong Rong swallowed, his throat hot: "...I won't go to school anymore."

Mother's smile faded away: "...why?"

"I don't want to go anymore," Zhong Rong said, "It's useless."

"Why is it useless?" My mother was anxious, "Is it because you are useless that you didn't go to school? It's also very interesting to make friends at school. Is there no subject you like? Are there no classmates and friends you like?"

Zhong Rong lowered his head: "I'm not going."

"Then what can you do?" Mother asked, "What can you do in society now?"

Zhong Rong clenched his fists: "Make money."

Mother paused: "... What money do you earn? How old are you? Mom is still here, can..."

"What can you do?" Zhong Rong raised his eyes, "Can you leave me faster?"

Mother choked: "Rong Rong..."

Various advertisements are played repeatedly in the store, which is not quiet.Zhong Rong looked straight at his mother: "I want to make money."

Tears were dripping from the corners of her mother's eyes, and the tissue paper was ringing in her palm. She looked at Zhong Rong: "I'm sorry," she said, "Mom is sorry for you."

Tears poured into the wonton soup, Zhong Rong wiped away the tears from his chin: "You have nothing to be sorry about."

No matter how hard the mother could suppress it, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked Zhong Rong's face: "I'm sorry, it's mother who is useless."

"No!" Zhong Rong's voice rose sharply, and became soft when he met his mother's tearful eyes, "No, you are the best."

"You are the best," he emphasized.

Try to give him a home, try to give him all the good memories, try to make his life full of vitality and love.The young woman against the light gradually became shorter in his field of vision, her hands became rough, and she became old, but her eyes were always so clear, and she always smiled.Her life was full of rain and wind, but she made Zhong Rong grow up warmly.

Mother covered her mouth and wept silently.

Zhong Rong followed her example and gently stroked her hair: "Mom, don't worry about me, I've grown up, and I can be your reliance."

"What about you?" Mother asked distressedly, "Do you have anyone you can rely on?"

Zhong Rong pinned her hair behind her ears: "I have a mother."

"Mom can no longer be your support. Mom can only be your backing," the mother held his hand. "Is there someone else by your side? The one you can rely on?"

"I don't want anyone else," he thought of the man who made his mother so hard, and he was furious. "I don't need someone like that man. I don't want to regret it."

"But you are different from your mother," the mother advised, "you will have friends, you will have places and people you can rely on. Maybe it is love, or it may be other feelings. Just like your mother can rely on you, you You can also rely on others.”

"But before you could rely on me, I was your burden, even now, so am I," Zhong Rong shook his head, "If you hadn't given birth to me, you wouldn't be like you are now, and you wouldn't be holding that list. You must regret it."

"Before you were born, you were already relied on by your mother. Every time your heartbeat and every fetal movement, my mother was very excited. Thinking of your arrival gave me motivation," said the mother with a smile, "Mom has never regretted it." Giving birth to you and becoming your mother is the best decision I have ever made. You are [-] times better than my mother imagined. With you as a mother's child, my mother is already the happiest and happiest person in the world. "

The rain was gradually blocked out of the window, and his mother patted his head: "So in the days when mother is away, you have to be the happiest person in the world."

Her expression is so sincere, so sad and proud, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, Zhong Rong can't help but really imagine the life she said-someone is by his side, they talk and laugh, and live happily every day .Even if it is bitter and painful, there is always a time of joy.

It was like the three faint figures who accompanied him when he pushed the door.

Is it them?Give him joy.

The thunderstorm was outside the door, and an umbrella appeared at the door. Suddenly, my mother stood outside the door again and reached out to him: "Let's go, don't you still want to walk with your mother somewhere?"

He immediately walked over and got under the umbrella.The door closed behind him, and the moment he opened his eyes, the street was replaced by a tomb hill.

Lightning illuminated the tombstone in front of him, and his mother smiled on the tombstone. He stared blankly at the breathing mother beside him: "This must be a dream."

The mother shook her head, smiled and raised her eyes: "It's my mother's wish, and my mother wants to be here with you."

The lightning, thunder, storm, and rain were all blocked out by the umbrella, and Zhong Rong's heart ached like a needle prick.He took his mother's cold hand, choked up and said, "I'm sorry."

He lowered his head and avoided his mother's gaze: "I haven't come to this place very much, and I haven't thought about you much. I'm sorry, every time I come, I come and leave in a hurry. I dare not come here, and I dare not miss you , I always feel that if I don't come, if I don't want to, you will always be alive, and you will not leave. I can't think, will you be lonely here in the dark?"

The mother rubbed the back of his hand quietly: "What are you sorry for? I have never been alone. My colleagues treat me very well, nurses and doctors treat me very well, and you treat me very well. I have lived these years well, you You have been with me all the time, what are you sorry for?"

She shed tears: "Mom left you so early, it should be my mother who said sorry. My child is so good, but my mother left you and left. It doesn't matter if you don't come, it doesn't matter if you don't want to, mother just wants you to have a good time , I didn't want to make you sad."

Zhong Rong's tears mixed with the rain on the ground: "Are you really happy? In these 17 years."

Mother laughed slowly, slowly: "Of course."

Tears fell from her smiling eyes: "From the day you appeared, my mother has been the happiest person in the world."

Her expression is so happy, like when she hugged Zhong Rong who had just landed in sweat, like when Zhong Rong called her mother for the first time, like when Zhong Rong ate the ice cream she bought for the first time, like when Zhong Rong said Mother's Day When the gift was given to her, it was like when Zhong Rong started to run, like when Zhong Rong grew up little by little, like when countless Zhong Rong were by her side.

She raised her arms and hugged her son who was taller than her at some point: "Mom didn't really leave you. When you are happy, when you laugh, and when you miss, mom is there. Don't be sad anymore, at least Do not grieve alone."

"Rong Rong, think about it," she said, "Actually, you are not alone anymore, aren't you? In the virtual world, you have real friends."

The man in white rescued him from the cliff; the short-haired woman, she said, came for two friends; the red curly-haired boy always stood behind him in a funny way.

[-]. Moon, Alai.Fly switch, hunter, treasure hunt.

Zhong Rong took a breath, and all the memories sealed by the illusion were returned at this moment.

When he was stuck in a nightmare, they were all by his side, with anxious and worried expressions

Besides anxious expressions, they should have other expressions.Like smiling, pretending to be disgusted, relieved, comfortable, gratified, serious, and full of ambition for the set goal.

They were there for him with those expressions, giving him a second life in that world.

Their fate appeared very early.From the competition three years ago to the auction venue three years later, to the hidden caves deep under the sea, and the perilous awakening competition, it will continue for a long time to come.

The four of them, young hunters in the flywheel, will do something when they walk together.

His mother was right, before he knew it, he was no longer alone.He treasured every part of the treasure hunting journey of Feishu in the treasure house of memory. Those three partners in the virtual world brought him a lot of real feelings, and he seemed to have another place to stay and rely on.

Mother pinched his ears knowingly: "You are not alone anymore."

"Well," Zhong Rong admitted, smiling slightly, "I had a long nightmare, but in the dream there was a person who was with me every time I was sad, and I didn't recognize him. He became Became a doctor, looked nothing like him, but I trusted him very quickly, maybe subconsciously I recognized him. He was really... nice."

"Really?" Mother laughed. "That's great. Is he happy to be with you?"

Zhong Rong was a little shy: "...um."

He thought of Moon again: "There is another person, her way of appearing is really cool every time, she also came, I don't think she came alone, someone outside helped her in."

"Three people?" Mother's smile continued, "Are you a small team?"

"Yes," Zhong Rong smiled, "They came to me in a hurry. Now that I'm here, they should be very anxious. I have to... get out of here."

Only at this time did he realize that this was part of the illusion, and that the mother was not the real mother's soul.But he won't admit it wrong, this mother is exactly the same as Rong Qiqi in his memory, probably the projection extension of data and memory.He wants to treat her like a real mother.

"Well," my mother nodded briskly, as she did when I was a child, "let's go and play with friends. Ouch, it's been a long time since I said that. It's great that I can say it again."

A door appeared beside Zhong Rong, and he looked at his mother's smiling face, and most of the suppressed and sad pinpricks in his heart dissipated at some point.He hugged his mother tightly for the last time, and engraved the feeling in his heart: "I will visit you often. Maybe one day, I will bring that person who has become a doctor to see you."

"Then I must take a good look at him. Rong Rong thinks that such a good person must be great." His mother patted him on the back, "Go, have fun, and be happy."

Zhong Rong nodded, grabbed the doorknob and pressed down.

"Oh yes," my mother suddenly thought of something, grabbed Zhong Rong who was about to leave, smiled and stuffed a small cold ball into his palm, "Gift. Rong Rong, happy adulthood in advance, treat yourself to some ice cream that day Bar."

The door opened by itself, before Zhong Rong could look at the ball in his palm, he was caught by the light behind the door.He looked at his mother's smiling face, and laughed too: "I will bring a sunflower there that day, Mom, wait for me!"

The mother's figure was blurred in the halo, Zhong Rong struggled to catch her nodding, heaved a sigh of relief, and gently closed his eyes.

The halo disappeared, and Zhong Rong floated and landed. First, he smelled a familiar smell—the smell of wood and instruments in the safe house.He slowly opened his eyes, and saw Alai standing up abruptly, with one corner of his mouth raised: "Hey."

Alai thumped him fiercely: "I thought you were going to cancel your account, Brother Wu! Sure enough, [-] and MOONMOON are reliable. Wait a minute, I'll tell them you're awake."

In just 3 minutes, both of them teleported to the safe house. Moon felt relieved after seeing Zhong Rong wake up with his own eyes, while [-] hugged him and patted him on the back wordlessly.

Zhong Rong hugged him back: "Long time no see."

"Welcome back," [-] smiled at him, his familiar taupe eyes curled up, "You're smiling."

"Of course I'm laughing," MON couldn't help but push away the two people who were staring at each other stickily, "Wu Zhong, check to see if there are any extra items on your body."

"That's right, Dionysus just received a letter from the witch, saying that you can get new treasures when you wake up," Alai leaned over, "Quickly see if you have any new items on you."

Zhong Rong thought of the little ball, touched his pocket, and sure enough, he touched the little ball he put in his pocket at the last moment: "Yes."

He took the ball out and saw what it looked like—a crystal clear ice-blue dropstone the size of a fingernail.

MOON looked at the water drop stone and saw its full name: "Cold water drop?"

She and Alai looked at each other: "I see."

Zhong Rong and Jiu looked over in confusion, and Moon's face sank: "You two don't know, let me tell you. It's like this..."