red dust under the lamp

After taking care of her to take a bath, Aunt Shu went to bed around nine o'clock.I lit mosquito repellent incense before going to bed, and the smell wafted up to the second floor.

Xie Yichen lay flat on the bed, the room was dark, and she could not see her fingers. She touched under the pillow with her backhand, and found the hard and cold key.Touching its shape and outline through the pillow cover, her fingers moved slowly, and she blankly tested its shape, as if touching it several times was like a dream disappearing out of thin air.

She didn't feel sleepy until after eleven o'clock. She finally turned on the bedside lamp, and a fan-shaped light hit the old table beside the bed, which was sallow. She turned her face slightly to look, and put the key in After looking carefully under the lamp for a while, I propped myself up.

The door lock of the bedroom was removed, and her aunt did not allow her to lock herself in the room, and it was also very convenient for someone to come in to take care of her, and put away the clothes that needed to be changed by the bedside for her.

Aunt Shu will also come. Following Ms. Xie's instructions, she applies hot towels to her legs, and massages both the front and back sides with sophisticated techniques. She seems to be pinching the dough on the chopping board, but she is completely unconscious.

The doctor said, maybe it was some kind of psychological problem. Only these two legs suddenly betrayed her, suddenly refused to dance, and suddenly wanted to make her into such a situation. Broken his legs.

She thought about a lot of miscellaneous things, traced the cause and effect, and when she returned to reality, she had unconsciously approached the door, holding the key, and slowly slid towards the dance studio.

The dance studio at home occupies more than half of the second floor. It is my aunt's work to wish the premiere of "White Snake New Edition" a success. After the house was completed, she received a fax thousands of miles away, and she saw its appearance in advance.It was the beginning, the unfinished fruit of her dancing career, and yet it meant nothing to her before she had even used it a few times.

She was at the door, her gaze was slightly higher than the keyhole, and the key was held in the palm of her hand.

She suddenly thought of Ning Jue.

If at the beginning——she started to think about countless possibilities, her mind was complicated and complicated, and when she calmed down, she raised her arm and pointed the key at the lock cylinder...

Why are your hands shaking?Just to take a look... Xie Yichen is like a cat trying to walk in many woolen traps, trying to catch all the thoughts in front of her eyes, and she tries to get rid of the redundant thoughts in her mind.

The keys clang.

I accidentally dropped it from my hand.

Suddenly there was a small sound downstairs, as if Aunt Shu had woken up.

Xie Yichen was silent for a moment, intentionally covering up her scene, but she couldn't do anything, her eyes were fixed on the floor, the keys lying under one wheel of the wheelchair, how would she explain her unwavering rush after Aunt Shu came up from the rehearsal? In front of the dance studio.

However, there was no sound downstairs soon, and it was a false alarm.

She was silent for a moment, twisted the wheelchair with great effort, retreated a few inches, adjusted the position, and then gently spread her hands down to pick up the key... But she had to grasp the timing and measure, so as not to fall, she bowed quietly, holding the key with her fingertips. Touched the key, and then squeezed it lightly.

To open the door, the key is opposite to the lock cylinder, the bolt clicks, and the door opens.

All the natural light on the second floor is given to this room. The night is not clear, but the boundary between light and dark in the room is clear.She moved in slowly, the room was emptied, and the tape and radio she played music last time were also ripped away, and nothing was left, only the wooden floor and mirror, and the moonlight and darkness all over the floor.

Xie Yichen sat down in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, she was standing on the stage in a white dance dress.

White Lady...

How many white ladies, how many stories?From Hong Kong and Taiwan to the mainland, from operas to scripts, how many entanglements?How many versions?As many Hamlets as there are in the world, there are as many Bai Suzhens, a snake who has been transformed into thousands of people, changing into different appearances in the art of sentient beings.

What is her white lady like?Her white lady is a fairy, who repays her kindness and reluctantly came to the world. Xiaoqing followed her, and Xu Xian loved her. She lived half of her life in the world for a short time, and suddenly realized that she was going to become a fairy.

In the second half, she was as cold as Chang'e who ascended to immortality. She forgot that she was a thousand-year-old snake. Is the thousand-year hard work of shedding skin and changing bones for a lifetime of human love?She practiced to become a fairy, so she decided to leave them. She wanted to become a fairy, Xu Xian kept her, Xiaoqing thought she abandoned her... Everyone wrapped her clothes and ribbons, and the group danced vigorously. Moving the fringe around her waist, she struggled out of the crowd, and headed towards the nine heavens.

She went to the sky without any regrets, and when she reached the Nantianmen, she turned her head, and all the ghosts and monsters came, and the fireworks of the world emerged like a mirage through the nine heavens.They called her, you are the ruthless Bai Suzhen, you are a demon who has entered the world of mortals, how can you become a fairy?

However, she resolutely and angrily tore off the layer of white shirt that had been torn hundreds of times, took off the snake skin, raised her head completely, and went towards the sky... Bai Suzhen, facing the immortals, led After taking out the fairy book, she turned around and brushed away the carved beams and paintings in the world, leaving only her to turn her head, and after a thousand years, she saw the weak white snake in the mountain. , she has no regrets.

The spotlight followed the eyes of the white lady to the end, and the white lady turned into Xie Yichen's face, and Xie Yichen played it again...

The White Snake just showed her face in the world. Just as she held up an umbrella beside the broken bridge in the West Lake, the sky suddenly changed. There was thunder and lightning, and the sky fell and the earth cracked. .

Xie Yichen in the mirror suddenly became terrifying.

As if the painted skin was peeled off, a living ghost screamed at her in the mirror: "Why are you dancing? Why are you a white lady? It is your destiny to be an engineer! Dancing? A kitsch hobby! Unrealistic sentiment! You You didn’t have the talent for cultivation, so you were condemned by heaven early! This is your life! You deserve it!”

She panicked. In the mirror, she threw away the wheelchair, turned around, and suddenly became an aunt.

The aunt's eyes were flowing, her figure was graceful, and she moved on the stage. The spotlight suddenly illuminated the children in the second row of the auditorium.

The child turned his head, stood on the stage in a blink of an eye, and looked at Xie Yichen again.

The inside of the mirror and the outside of the mirror became one again, the child grew up and became Xie Yichen, sitting back in the wheelchair, the surrounding moonlight was hazy, Xie Yichen seemed to be in a dream, his vitality was greatly weakened, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

In the mirror, there was only her bewildered and frightened expression.

The key fell to the ground again, but she didn't pick it up again, her head was dizzy, she didn't know how she got back into the room, she had a nightmare when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, her head was as heavy as lead.

When she woke up, she saw Ning Jue, but she seemed to be a little bit unable to open her eyes, her vision was a piece of frosted glass.

Ning Jue seemed to have taken some book from the shelf, leaned against the wall, opened it gently, lowered her head, and read quietly.

Xie Yichen thought that Ning Jue was telling the truth. Ning Jue claimed to be illiterate. At this time, she didn't think that Ning Jue was lying. Dream... She didn't get up in the middle of the night.

She looked vaguely at Ning Jue slowly turning the pages of the book, and Ning Jue suddenly turned her face: "You left the key over there, and I picked it up."

Xie Yichen touched the key: "Ah..."

"Ah, what, you go out in the middle of the night and go for a drive in a skirt. When Aunt Shu comes up, she sees you staring in a daze in the mirror. The key is on the ground. You got the stolen goods. I was scolded by Secretary Zhang today."

"what……"

"Stop it, it's eight o'clock, I'm sorry, I've finished my breakfast." Ning Jue covered the book and put it back on the shelf, walked over, opened her pillow unceremoniously, found the key, and put it in her pocket.

Then Ning Jue touched her forehead with the back of his hand: "I still have a fever, it's a madness."

Xie Yichen on the bed was deeply buried in the soft blanket, and seemed unable to get up, his body was heavy.Ning Jue took out a silk scarf from his pocket, folded it in two, covered his mouth and nose, lifted the quilt, and picked Xie Yichen out of the warm bed.

"Don't talk, don't infect me." Ning Jue helped her up, picked up the clothes and threw them on her, and went downstairs by herself.

It seemed that she had said something to Aunt Shu, and when she came up again, she pinched a tube of mercury thermometer, squinted her eyes skillfully, shook it a few times, and lifted her collar clip to her armpit.

He took out two boxes of antipyretics from his pocket and threw them on the bedside table. Ning Jue went down again, and came up with a cup of hot water. He hooked the wheelchair with his toes, sat on it gently, and held the cup of hot water to check the time.

Xie Yichen was in a daze and wanted to open his mouth to say something. Ning Jue blocked himself with a silk scarf, defending against the virus and her. He didn't mean to sympathize with her. The key just expressed his apology for leaving her behind, and Xie Yichen's mind was hot.

Aunt Shu suddenly came up in a hurry, brought a small bowl of lily and lotus seed porridge, and muttered to Ning Jue, to the effect that how to take medicine without eating, but Ning Jue obviously didn't understand, she listened blankly and carefully, put down the hot water Cup, took the bowl.

Aunt Shu smiled and walked out. Ning Jue started eating with a spoon.

Xie Yichen let out a hot breath: "That's my porridge."

Ning Jue turned the spoon upside down, as if she hadn't touched it, wiped her mouth calmly, then picked up the spoon to stir the porridge.

"I can't understand what she's saying," Ning Jue pinched, "Give me the thermometer."

He took a look at the thermometer with one hand, pushed the porridge bowl with the other, touched the hot water cup, drank it down, and went down to take another cup.

Xie Yichen reluctantly drank porridge, took medicine, continued to lie down, closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep, her breathing burned her thoughts, and she had a fever in the half-dream and half-awake state.

Ning Jue suddenly said to her: "Don't you think that I come to your house again, and I have some other plans?"

"Now I really hope you didn't leave." Xie Yichen answered irrelevantly.

"Well."

"It's better for you to inherit Auntie's mantle."

"Is that the decision?" Ning Jue seemed to be serious, not knowing whether this sentence was objection or probing.

"I'm not suitable." Xie Yichen said.

Ning Jue: "I'm glad I'm gone now."

Xie Yichen lifted the quilt, and Ning Jue covered the scarf even more tightly to hide his expression: "You have a pair of dancing shoes that will never stop in your mind, you and your aunt are good people, but you are all crazy, I will go crazy Yes, I never think that any cause can be higher than me. I am trash, and I will be trash when I get old. I won’t become even worse trash just because I can’t dance... But you, you are a pile of gold, Just because I like to dance, I can't dance suddenly, and I immediately regard myself as garbage, your nature is very unstable, I think you will be crazy, and I think you will be crazy."

"Dancing shoes...is it Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale?" Xie Yichen vaguely recognized the allusion used by Ning Jue.

"I don't know, maybe it's the complete collection of fairy tales..." Ning Jue was lost in memory, "I forgot."

"How have you spent the past ten years?"

Ning Jue seemed to be still remembering, motionless, like a puppet.

After a long time, drowsiness swept over. When Xie Yichen wanted to sleep again, Ning Jue suddenly delayed answering: "I just hang out on the street, and when the wind blows, it grows so big. You know how the grass grows on the side of the road?" , How can I grow up."

"But you are jade." Xie Yichen discussed the word "Jue".

"Essence is stone."

"Then I'm just a piece of dust." Xie Yichen said.

But the stones are used to mend the sky, but the dust is made into mortals. Nuwa's attitude towards the two is completely different, each has its own division of labor and its own destiny.Ning Jue subconsciously wanted to find out her own feudal superstitions, but she didn't say anything. She realized what Xie Yichen wanted to express, and responded slowly: "I also think about how you spent ten years. When I was young, I fantasized about you Eating fried steamed buns dipped in sugar, when I grow up, I imagine you eat steak and red wine every day."

Xie Yichen was amused: "Not bad."

"Don't think about me being miserable. My days are the same as yours. I've been eating, drinking, and messing around. I've lived till now."

"But my dream was shattered." It was not in vain that Xie Yichen planned to discuss his love of dancing with Ning Jue.

"I'm really envious, I don't even have a dream." Ning Jue cut off all possible conversations, stared at her with a kind of indifferent contempt for a moment, and then changed his expression to a gentle and harmless look.

It can be seen that Ning Jue is not envious, she may feel that the dream is hypocritical, and a sharp thorn has been erected in her heart.