I have been a royal these years

01

I always feel that there is a silent person dangling around me.

I occasionally sounded out to test, but no one responded.I always wondered, could he be someone or so and so or so and so?

Then one day the man tripped over the threshold and made a noise, and I caught him.

It was the photographer sent by the shooting team to secretly take pictures of me.The photography team is going to use my daily life of being blind and recuperating as a tidbit.

The photographer who took the behind-the-scenes said that he only came here occasionally for a few days, and most of the pictures he took were when I was sleeping, and absolutely did not take pictures of my broken image.

I asked him, "Why didn't you talk when you came?"

He said, "Isn't this supposed to be filmed secretly, so that it has more authenticity as a documentary?"

I wanted to ask him why he violated my portrait rights, but then I remembered that my portrait rights had long been owned by the company.

Hey, I thought I was resting, but I was secretly working.Capitalists are all-pervasive, I hate it.But who made me royalty?I can already imagine the second half of the documentary, filled with the clips of me sleeping with my eyes closed.

02

In the next few days, the shadow of the photographer still swayed in my vision in vain from time to time.He doesn't want to talk, and I don't want to force him to.

He takes care of his work, and I take care of my own.

I was busy sleeping.

I sleep, dream, sleep, dream repeatedly.

Recently, I have had a lot of dreams, which may be caused by the environment and climate.The strange thing is that these dreams have a continuity, like a TV series, one episode after another.The dream is so long, I always dream about the time when I was studying.The picture is carried out like a Wong Kar-wai-style frame, and the characters and scenery are like the style of Hou Hsiao-hsien's movie.Blends like lemonade and lactic acid bacteria.

The postman in white came to my house on a buggy to deliver letters from Los Angeles.I stayed at home after my senior year in high school and got a letter like that.It's a pity that my dad accidentally threw the letter into the flower pot before it was opened.

After being rescued, the person who wrote the letter on the cover, including the contents of the letter, has been blurred into cloud-like ink stains, completely blurred.I am sure that the content of the letter is not words, but a special painting, but I am not sure whether the other party drew a plane ticket.

Then, I dreamed of the first year, the second year, the third year, the first year, and the second year.I dreamed that I went to class, finished class, walked out of the teaching building with a bag on my back, played the guitar on the playground, and listened to the school's Chinese band singing Karen Mok and Zhang Hongliang's "Love in Hiroshima".The lush green lawn, the white school uniform, and the basketball flying high in the sky.The picture freezes frame by frame, sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.

These are really far away from me, and many years have passed.

Why do I always dream about the time when I was studying?Who is affecting my brain waves?

03

The photographer who took the behind-the-scenes came almost every day.Sometimes when I want to get out of bed and I have trouble moving, he will help me and hold me up.

It is too difficult for me to not talk to humans for a long time, and I want to talk to him.But he was silent.

I said: "I have already discovered your existence, why are you always bored? Are you afraid that it will affect the shooting?"

He didn't say a word, he just didn't say a word.

The next day, the behind-the-scenes guy came, and this time he said nothing.I asked him why sometimes he spoke and sometimes he didn't.

He goes "uh uh uh" for a while, and "uh uh uh" for a while.The two chatted a few words at odds, and I realized that he was not the only one who often hangs by my side.

Those who made sideshows only came occasionally a few times, but there were others who came every day.

In the next few days, that person still came to see me every day. Once, he suddenly helped me who was about to fall.

I asked him why he kept silent, but he didn't answer.

I said in my heart, I accidentally lost my sight, did he accidentally become dumb?

04

I don't know how many days.

I got out of bed and opened the door to let the sun shine into the room, then sat on the edge of the bed and stared blankly at the door.

A man in a gray-silver down jacket appeared at the door, and I called him, "Chasing in vain."

Bai Zhui was stunned at the door: "How did you know I would come?" He walked in, sat on the chair in front of me, looked into my eyes, "I heard that you got snow blindness, so I ended my work over there I'll see you later. How are you doing now? Are you feeling better?"

I rubbed my eyes and looked at his face: "I seem to be able to see it."

He immediately got up again: "Then I'll call the doctor to show you."

I said, "No, the doctor will just make me drink more hot water."

After Bai Zhui confirmed that there was nothing wrong with me, he sat down again.

I asked him: "These days, do you often visit me?"

Bai Zhui said, "No, I just came here after work."

I lowered my head and said "strange" and asked myself, "Who is that?"

Bai Zhui looked at me for a while, then slowly lowered his head, his expression seemed a little subtle.I think he should know something.

"Do you know who it is?" I asked.

Bai Zhui hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's my brother."

The author says:

There will be a second update today, not far from the end