Chunyin

Speaking of which, I actually have quite a lot of experience in walking in the night fog.The reason is simple, I'm not smart enough - I used to refuse to admit it, but now I've come to terms with it.I'm not smart enough, so I can't be as thoughtful and meticulous as Fu Huan, nor can I be as insightful as Zhuang Heng.

In the early years, the two of them and I occasionally got together to play chess for fun.When the two of them played against each other, Zhuang Heng waved his fan calmly, while Fu Huan propped up his knees and frowned. A game of chess often had to be fought until the end. Although Fu Huan lost more than he won, he also won It can be called a chess match.If it were me, the situation would be very clear after only a dozen or so moves. If the opponent was Zhuang Heng, Fu Huan would laugh haha ​​and touch a piece from my chess basket to help me make a shot, then pull me up and say: "You two This chess game is really boring, why don't you play Cuju with me--" If the opponent is Fu Huan, when the overall situation is settled, his eyes will no longer fall on the chessboard, but he will raise his hand to support his chin Looking at me, there is a kind of tolerance for the mentally retarded in the calm and calm smile. Usually, I use this kind of smile to judge whether I win or lose.

The clues were there early in the morning, the two of them are not people I can offend.Limited by my intelligence, all I can see are these three steps in front of me.No matter how far away there is heavy fog, it is impossible to see clearly.

So even if I waved the knife later, only those within three steps were injured—but the people who were close to me, they ran to me and stretched out their hands, but not all of them came to push me into the abyss.So I suffered, and at the same time created more sins, and the grievances and debts were chained one after another, and finally became a heavy chain that imprisoned me, pulling me into the freezing darkness at the bottom of Taihu Lake.

I walked for a while with my head buried, and dragged Zhuang Heng to avoid several puddles, but the surrounding area was still surrounded by a thick fog.Zhuang Heng and I seem to be walking forward, but also seem to be imprisoned in this thick fog and circle around.I looked back, and there was a huge darkness behind the turbulent mist, like a giant beast, devouring the way we fell, and chasing us.

As I walked beside Zhuang Heng, this sense of fate that I couldn't escape made me feel powerless and sad.

That's right, those who think that death is all over probably don't know that some things cannot be escaped, and death is still sad.

This happens to me occasionally in Brinewater.But there is an extremely deep cave somewhere in the bed of the Bitter Water River. There is absolute darkness and absolute silence at the bottom of the cave, and the world there is still.Changes in the world are unpredictable, but stillness means safety.

Finally I stopped and stretched out my hand to grab Zhuang Heng.

Zhuang Heng turned around.

I said, "I'm going back."

"Where to go back?"

I said, "I don't know." Then I said, "Ku Shuihe." Realizing that this was not realistic, I said again, "Go back there, the Taoist priest's house, in your jar."

The thick fog in front of him was blown up by the wind, and the fog seemed to produce countless hands, wrapping around Zhuang Heng's body from behind, trying to eat him in.I looked away, sighed, suppressed the powerlessness and fear in my heart, and pretended to be relaxed: "The fog is too thick. I'm afraid of the dark."

After saying that, I turned around and walked back. After walking a few steps, I was forced to stop again—I was eager to escape, but I ignored the actual situation. also lost.

Surrounded by dark, thick fog, I froze in place.

After a while, footsteps finally sounded behind him.Zhuang Heng slowly approached me from behind, and the light also slowly approached.

"Then go back." He said softly as he passed by me.

I was a little taken aback, and turned to look at him.

Zhuang Heng has always loved to play against me the most, so I have always regarded his silence as rejection and denial.What's more, at this moment, people and ghosts have different paths, and he still has the ability to absolutely control me.But he was so easily persuaded by me at this moment.

Seeing that I didn't follow, he stopped again and turned around to wait for me.

"Aren't you afraid of the dark?"

So I scrambled to keep up.

Zhuang Heng asked: "I remember you were not afraid of the dark before. When did you start to be afraid?"

Just now I."

Zhuang Heng glanced sideways at me, as if he wanted to confirm whether I was deliberately provocative by those words that were not worthy of beating. Seeing that I was pulling his sleeve with an honest face, he smiled after a little hesitation.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Luckily it was just now," he said.

"Ok?"

"I just happened to be here."

I blinked and turned to look at him.Zhuang Heng looked ahead, with a smile on the corner of his lips, with a calm and calm expression, as if this was a sincere sentence.

After going back, I went straight back into the jar without saying a word.After shaking the jar, Zhuang Heng took it back to the room.The candle lamp in his room was kept on until dawn that night.

The "good dream world" has lost the effect of good dreams.I had a nightmare.

In the dream, Zhuang Heng did not come back with me. The flames of the lantern ignited the fog and burned the night like day. He asked me sharply in the raging flame:

"Liang Yin, are you running away again? Where are you going this time?"

"A dead person cannot die again!"

"Is there anywhere else you can escape?"

The sky was full of fire, burning my skin, but it was icy cold to the touch, the cold lake water filled my mouth and nose, strong suffocation and complete relief flooded my head at the same time.

When I woke up panting heavily, it was just dawn, and the candle that had been burning all night was extinguished soon, and there was a wisp of white smoke floating on the wick.

The nightmare receded in an instant.I clutched my chest, feeling dizzy.

Zhuang Heng opened the door and came in, bringing in a cool morning breeze from the door.I was holding the jar next to the table half dead, and saw through the opening of the door that the fog had lifted.In the dream, Zhuang Heng's fierce questioning is still buzzing in my head. I know that the nightmare comes from the inner demon, and has nothing to do with Zhuang Heng, but knowing it is one thing, and seeing him is another time to be annoyed thing.

Zhuang Heng in reality made Zhuang Heng in the dream a scapegoat. I saw him come in, close his eyes, change his posture, hug the jar, face another direction and continue lying on his stomach half dead.

Zhuang Heng had a tacit understanding with me at this time, I was too lazy to talk to him, and he turned a blind eye to me.He came in and opened the front and rear windows, then he didn't know what to do, and left quickly, without looking at me from the beginning to the end.

After a while, another person appeared at the door.I squinted and saw a figure, and I didn't want to pay attention at first, but that person stood at the door and knocked on the door very politely, so I opened my eyes.The visitor stood inside the door in a dark green shirt, the breeze entered the curtain, and he was graceful and graceful. It was a picture that would make people feel better just by looking at it.

I straightened up, hesitated for a moment, my buttocks were still glued to the stool, and greeted lazily, "Oh, come in."

Lan Yao came in, saw me lifeless, and asked me what was wrong.

I knew he didn't come to see me, so I didn't bother to say hello, my body softened and I hugged the jar again, and said, "I was tossed about by your Mr. Li last night."

Lan Yao was taken aback for a moment, then let out an ah, and then she was a little afraid to say: "Could it be that what I dreamed is real?"

I frowned: "What really?"

Lan Yao covered her mouth with her sleeve, showing a trace of embarrassment on her face, and whispered, "You are the one who was 'tossed' by the young master."

"What..." I replied casually, and when I realized what Lan Yao said, my limp body froze instantly, and then my face became hot, and I exploded and shouted: "What are you thinking, no That kind of 'tossing'!"