Nice to meet you, Zhu Yuntao

Nice to meet you, friend.

You must be wondering who I am.If you already know it, don't hesitate to say it out loud.because--

Because, I want to know too.

The first color I saw when I opened my eyes was pure and bright blue.This azure beam of light unfolded slowly before my eyes, like a vast painting slowly unrolling a scroll, dotted with tumbling white, surging gold, and faint seven-color brilliance.

I feel a flowing warmth.It's like a gust of wind, a heat wave, I can't see where it's going, I just feel like a pair of warm hands are touching my cheeks.I stretched out my five fingers to try to grab it, but whenever my visible hands approached the invisible hands, the invisible hands suddenly disappeared from my face, leaving me alone to look at the sky in doubt.

Noisy shouts sounded in my ears, and the sand under my body seemed to vibrate a little.

"Oh! Why is Nye here?"

"It's my second brother, I found it!"

"Why are you here in a daze? Give me a hand."

"Come on! Don't you hurt, brother?—why don't you make up your voice?"

The golden light shines on the floor through the panes, and the gray shadows that come and go occasionally block the sunlight entering the room, and then move away silently.This gray image moved closer to me, stopped in front of me, looked at me, and hesitated for a while without making a sound; when it approached again, this gray image gradually emerged into a strange face, and then, It's his clothes, his mannerisms.He looked at me lying on the bed, frowned, and said, "I don't have any dry clothes at home. The typhoon came so suddenly, I just grabbed a coat and came right away. I don't know where the closet is... oh , brother dei (note: brother), do you know?"

I didn't know what he was going to do, I stared at him the same way he stared at me.

"Huh? Young master (note: xiàosāor), I'm asking you something. What's the matter, you?"

He kept looking at me, so he was probably talking to me.But I didn't know him, and I didn't know what to answer. I turned my face away and just saw the model sailboat on the bedside table by the bedroom wall.I feel that, except for this ship, everything else is strange—including those, the dark green patterned walls, the blue windows, and the ceiling with strange patterns. I don’t know why they are like this, but they That's it.All the surrounding things seem to have never been seen before, but they all feel vaguely familiar.Familiarity is familiarity, but I can't remember the specific time and place.

"Oh, he just doesn't make up his voice after asking around." He shook his head, "Brother dei, what's the matter with you?"

This man, like this strange house, confuses me.I closed my eyes, and the light from the panes filtered through my closed eyelids, casting blurred images of cyan squares in an orange-yellow field of vision.It kept swimming around and spinning so hard that I was dizzy; I didn't want to talk at all.

"Brother, he really doesn't remember." Another person sitting behind the person just now said.

"Nonsense!—can you?"

"I can't say that. But, no matter what, it's always a good thing to find someone. The typhoon will land again soon, and we need to be fully prepared." The person who called me "Little Young" looked up. Looking out of the window, I lowered my head again, raised my wrist and looked, "It's been 17 hours, and I have no intention of stopping at all. Is this when it's going to rain!"

"Did you go to the field to see? Is your vegetable greenhouse okay?"

"There is no greenhouse, and there are no vegetables. It was washed away. Because of this typhoon, my house is full of water. What is this typhoon doing in Shandong?"

"Oh, oh, there is no use for you to cry. Whether it comes or not, you have to live! You sit here for a while, and my brother will peel an apple for you. It's also pitiful, my fourth child, just for one night It's the work. It's always like this!"

This brother also gave me an apple; but seeing that I was dazed and lacking energy, he put the apple on the bedside table without moving, and grinned at me.

"Oh. It's all going to be all right, isn't it (here read as dèi) isn't it?—it's all going to pass! Let me read you Pushkin's poem: 'If life frustrates you, bless Gu Chung, bless Jiwai, bless Zha Sha, Bai Zhi Sheng.'”

This brother read halfway, looked at me, then looked at the person next to him, scratched his head embarrassingly: "Oh, I don't sound like that, I always have this, um, local accent when I read it. Get the spirit, Please be anxious, thank you for getting angry, and try to keep calm in front of big things. These few poems were taught to me by the second brother. Remember these words, my brother dei?"

He stretched out his hand and slapped my left half of the cheek twice, I don't know what he was going to do.Seeing my confused face, he smiled even more happily, and turned to look at the person next to him, trying to use his cheered up emotions to make that person feel relieved.This brother, he has a good face when he smiles, with a round and flushed face, he is almost a real version of the apple on the bedside table.But this "apple" was a circle bigger than the real apple on the bedside table—maybe it was two circles, I'm not sure, but he had a round face anyway.

I still didn't speak, moved my neck, and closed my eyes again.

"Hey, forget it. I think the second brother is a little tired, you can go to sleep. ——The fourth brother, come back with me, and please go out and run around at will. During the typhoon, you can't be willful, all actions follow the arrangement, you don't listen to it Are you there?"

"My name is 'Zhu Yunsheng', not 'Old Four'."

"I don't care what you call it! Bai Lao wants to go out. It's dangerous outside, and you can't find it if you lose it. Although you were the first to find your second brother lying on the beach, I still want to criticize you..."

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