sunk in yesterday

After locking the door of 206, Xia Zhuo and Guan Yuzhou observed the layout of the room.

Uncle Yang separated from them at the entrance of the cafeteria. He went back to the teaching building as planned to see if there was any special situation, or he could help make a report when he came back with Wei Jiaxiang at night.

... In fact, it is a little numb, some can't bear the strange conversation between these two people, and always feel that they are superfluous.

Contrary to imagination, Wei Jiaxiang's room is completely different from his clean and tidy appearance outside.

A large number of clothes were piled up on the bed, tables and chairs, whether they had not been washed after being replaced or were taken back and not folded in the closet. Many shirts were wrinkled like prunes.

There are professional books here and there, and the creases and circled handwriting on the inner pages show that they accompany the owner through the day and night, but no one puts them back on the shelf after they are used up.

There are many traces of rainwater flowing on the window panes, a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the countertops, and the dead corners that are usually inactive are also covered with dust. Several large boxes are piled up on the floor, and they almost occupy this small space. The entire area of ​​the store is filled with instant noodles and instant food products, which are used to cope with the fact that the canteen is not open during the school's winter and summer vacations.

"This is too messy."

After dark, there was a bit of fog outside the window, Xia Zhuo completely closed the half-covered curtain, and stood in a piece of waste paper.

He bent down and picked up one of the balls of paper. Inside was a mess of mathematical symbols. It seemed that he was halfway through the research but found that he couldn't continue, and was angrily torn from the notebook and discarded.

"It's a good thing he erased all the traces when he moved out, otherwise the dog wouldn't live in this room. Look at the bed piled up for him, there's not even room to turn over."

"What's written on it?" Guan Yuzhou asked.

"Math problem, it's not high school level."

"Well, let's look at the others."

The two gathered all the lumps of paper on the ground and unfolded them one by one.

Most of the content is related to English or mathematics, and one of them is the original text of the novel. Wei Jiaxiang should still be doing translation training in his spare time.

"Ah, there is."

Finally, I found a piece of paper with a different content. There was only one line of words on it, but it was very familiar - to my respected mother.

"Wei Jiaxiang wants to write a letter to his mother, I haven't told you about it yet." Xia Zhuo took out the small key that he got in the illusion in the morning, "I saw Wei Jiaxiang's letter, originally I want to bring it back to show you, but it has become a key, and I don’t know what it’s used for.”

"So you thought of the mailbox?" Guan Yuzhou took the key, put it in his hand, looked carefully, and returned it to Xia Zhuo.

"That's right, there must be some connection between the mailbox and the letter." Xia Yan looked around, "Why don't you find a pen, and I'll see if I can write down what I've read. Nonsense is fine too, I promise to make his mother cry and cry so that the neighbors next door come to the door."

Guan Yuzhou smiled, "Let's find out if there is anything else in this room first."

"to make."

Xia Zhuo really planned to write a letter by hand, and if it didn't work out, he would just practice calligraphy.

Before he could find a working pen, he found several bottles of medicine in the cabinet under the desk.

"Valium..." He read out the name on the package, "Isn't this the name on the list given by Uncle Yang?"

It turned out that the person who used it was not Hu Zimo, but Wei Jiaxiang.

These medicine bottles are all empty. It seems that under the oppression of his mother, Wei Jiaxiang's spirit has been tense. He needs to take medicine every night to fall asleep, and he also needs to take medicine to control his emotions.

"Is that list of records on you?" Guan Yuzhou asked suddenly.

"No, it's with Uncle Yang and the others." Xia Zhuo said, "What's wrong?"

Guan Yuzhou squeezed the center of his eyebrows, and said for a moment: "That's easy to explain. I remember that there is a time on the list. Since two years ago, the infirmary will purchase it every two months."

"Yes, I have also noticed this, it is indeed once every two months." Xia Zhuo also has the impression.

"But do you remember the last time you bought it?"

"Let's think about it..." Xia Zhuo looked at the ceiling, "It seems to be September? Anyway, the month should not have double digits."

"It's the end of December now, and it's been at least three months." Guan Yuzhou touched the bottle that rolled out of the cabinet with the tip of his shoe, and the plastic products that didn't weigh much hit the wall with ease, "And these are all empty."

"In this way, he has no way to control himself, so it is possible to say something that shouldn't be said to Hu Zimo."

"Yeah." Guan Yuzhou nodded.

"I think there should be something in the room, but I haven't found it until now. Teacher Guan, do you know where this thing is?"

He said this like a riddle with no answer, Guan Yuzhou stared at him for a moment, "I know what you are looking for, but I don't know where it is right now."

"Really?" Xia Zhuo tilted her head and looked back half-believingly: "Then why don't you look for it?"

"Okay, I'll look for it."

The era in which this dream is located is not that old, so it is not necessary to communicate by letters. It can be concluded that there is no signal from the electronic equipment on the mountain.

Since mobile phones are not available on the mountain, Wei Jiaxiang's mother will most likely write letters if she wants to contact him.So far, all they have found are letters written by Wei Jiaxiang, but they have not seen any letters from the other party.

What Xia Zhuo wanted to find was his mother's letter.

He was not interested in the content of the letter, and he knew what she would write just by guessing.But Wei Jiaxiang's letter turned into a key, so will his mother's letter also become a clue prop?

Holding such a possibility, the two started a carpet search in the room.

Where do you usually collect things like letters?Xia Zhuo looked around in the small space where he could walk to the head in these few steps, and fixed his gaze on the piles of books.

For such a thin and light thing, it seems to be the best thing to be caught in the pages of the book.

He flicked through the books, no one spoke, and there were only rustling sounds in the room.

After flipping through about a dozen books, he shook a palm-length note out of it, slid an arc in the air, and finally fell to the floor.

Turning the book to the front, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Neruda's "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair".

The note was a receipt in a foreign language, and the price marked at the bottom was the same as the invoice in the gift box found in Hu Zimo's room.

Wei Jiaxiang sandwiched it in the eighth love poem.

The title of the poem was "The White Bee," and the quatrains they put together were excerpts from it.

The whole poem is not short, and his eyes can't help but look down, and put it on the last line.

—you risen in time, thin and silent.

Rubbing the black and white characters with her fingertips, Xia Zhuo smacked her lips twice: "I'm still curious, Mr. Guan."

"Ok?"

Xia Zhuo held up the book, "What kind of feelings do you think Wei Jiaxiang has for Hu Zimo?"

"If I have to say it, I think it should be a kind of sustenance. If a person wants to live, he must find something to sustenance. But people's guesses about feelings are more or less biased. You really want to know where you can go. He wants an answer himself."

"Well, if there is a chance." Xia Zhuo pursed his lips and said casually: "Then my sustenance is Teacher Guan."

"I?"

"Yes, am I wrong?" Xia Zhuo sat down on the edge of the bed, "If you weren't by my side, I still don't know what I would be like now."

Guan Yuzhou laughed, and he said softly, "I think you've got it wrong."

For so long, he survived by Xia Zhuo.

Xia Zhuo laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "I am everything to you?"

"Teacher Xia can think so."

Xia Zhuo happily accepted this new title: "Then I have a question for you."

"Teacher Xia, please tell me."

Xia Zhuo's expression was relaxed, but the hand holding the book couldn't help using a little more strength.

"Aside from ghosts, are there any circumstances that would cause participants' eyes to turn red?"

"Turn red?" Guan Yuzhou frowned: "I haven't seen it before."

Xia Zhuo observed his expression, Guan Yuzhou didn't seem to know about it.

It wasn't once or twice that he saw the other person's eyes turn red, but today this time it was too obvious, he scratched his hair, a little discouraged, "Have you heard of such a case?"

Guan Yuzhou thought for a while, then shook his head, "Did you see someone with red eyes like a monster?"

"Hmm." Xia Zhuo murmured vaguely, "I mean, what if such a situation really happened?"

"Stay away from him." Guan Yuzhou said decisively: "No matter what the reason is, as long as there are abnormal participants, stay away. If there is no abnormality, try to keep as little contact as possible, just stay by my side."

Xia Zhuo wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

He wanted to laugh at the guy's inconsistency and agitation at the same time.He did feel the danger when Guan Yuzhou touched his neck in the morning, but for just a moment, he believed that Guan Yuzhou would never harm him anyway, but he was afraid that this situation would have a negative impact on his body.

Go back and ask Miao Wu.

"Got it, Mr. Guan is the best." Xia Zhuo threw away the book and reached out to hug him.

Of course Guan Yuzhou followed him. When he saw him reaching out his hand, he greeted him naturally. Xia Zhuo had already sat back to his original position with a smile before he reached his arms. He looked down and saw that the white rabbit pendant was hanging around his neck. The gemstone eyes refracted the dazzling light under the lamp.

"I wish Teacher Guan is safe and well." Xia Zhuo closed his eyes and made a wish: "Any god, Lord Yama will do, listen to everyone who passes by, I want to grow old with Guan Yuzhou forever."

Guan Yuzhou's heart warmed up, "Yes."

"So do you know where what I want is?"

"I probably know." Guan Yuzhou walked around him to the window, and reopened the curtains that had been closed after entering the room.

The mist outside the window has thickened into cotton wool during their conversation, and the white air-flow veil shrouds and entrenches, expanding in a unique way like life.

The sky and the earth are connected to the sky, and nothing can be seen.

Xia Zhuo walked to him and stared at the window, "Outside?"

"Well, you take a step back."

Xia Zhuo obeyed and stayed away.

Guan Yuzhou flipped the window lock and pushed the glass out.At that moment, a convection current formed, and the motionless mist fell into a vortex.

He stuck his hand into the vortex, and the mist climbed up his wrist, as if it could swallow someone and break into the room in an instant.But Guan Yuzhou's speed was faster, he couldn't grope back and forth twice, and came back with a small box in his hand.

At the same time as the windows were closed again, the fog slowly dissipated, and through the thin layer, the dense forest and the still glowing light strips could be seen.

"Are you okay?" Xia Zhuo hurriedly came up.

"It's okay, this is for you." Guan Yuzhou handed it to him.

"How do you know it's in the fog?" Xia Zhuo touched the top of the box without any moisture on the surface.

"Because there is a sentence at the beginning of "The White Bee"-'You are flying in a slow spiral of smoke'." Guan Yuzhou locked the lock and explained: "There was no fog outside when we came here, it was fog after we got to the room. I just got up, so the trigger condition of the fog should be 'a participant enters 206'."

"I didn't even pay attention, I thought the fog was just a normal phenomenon." Xia Zhuo raised his hand, "Look, there is a lock on it, and a key is needed."

"Try opening it with the one you got."

Xia Zhuo shook the box, but no sound came out.He took out the small key and pried lightly against the upper hole, and the contents inside were, as he expected, letters.

There are many, many letters, which are heavy and thick in my hand.

The handwriting is small and neat, and it cannot be imagined that it was written by that crazy woman in the illusion.There are pauses in the strokes, and it can be seen that the writers of these letters wrote very slowly and carefully.

Roughly counting, in the past three years, Wei Jiaxiang's mother wrote him a total of thirty or forty letters.The date of sending the letter was before and after various festivals, and during the New Year when he did not go home, he brought in New Year's money, but it was not taken out and used, and it was still put in it brand new.

He casually opened the top letter, which roughly expressed his worry and miss about his son being away alone, and asked if he had continued to learn to enrich himself. I can't bear this and that resignation, so after three years, I haven't achieved anything, and my girlfriend who is talking about marriage has also blown it.Although it was also published that he was not required to make a great career like Jobs, he was advised to follow the planned path between the lines. Only in this way can he ensure a comfortable future in the fastest way.

Last but not least, Christmas is coming.

[Everything is going well with my son, I will go home when I am free during the Chinese New Year. ]