sunk in yesterday

Xia Zhuo felt like she was floating.

Endless darkness wrapped around his body, constantly pulling him down.

All the colors faded as he landed, all light and shadows blurred and quickly moved away from him, the whispering wind gradually condensed into a line, and finally disappeared and melted into the boundless background.

This feeling is very familiar...

He didn't open his eyes until he sank to the bottom.

There was nothing around, and he returned to the original boundless world.

All the thoughts in his brain seemed to be bound by invisible shackles. He was struggling to recall why he was here. A second ago, he seemed to be doing other things... But what?He couldn't remember anything.

Not only can't remember things, he can't remember what he's going to do next.

Xia Zhuo spent a long time recalling, subconsciously touched his wrist, but there was nothing there.

Seems like something should have been there.

it's wired.

Xia Zhuo stood up in a trance, looked around like a wandering soul, and slowly, he remembered a name.

"close……"

He couldn't make a sound, this space swallowed everything.

He could only repeat it silently in his heart.

——Guan Yuzhou.

who is thisIs it his name?

It does not seem.

A voice in his heart reminded him anxiously—this is a very important person.

His cloudy eyes became a little brighter, and all the cells in his body were happy for these three words.Even if he couldn't think of himself for a while, he seemed to have found his direction and kept going forward tirelessly.

Until a door appeared in front of him.

Xia Zhuo walked around it twice, confirming that it was just a door.He stared at the doorknob above for a few seconds, and the door opened a crack as if alive, revealing a dim light inside.

...is this inviting him in?

Xia Zhuo tilted his head, rolled his eyes in their sockets, then reached out and grabbed the doorknob, mercilessly closing it again.

Door:……

There was silence for two seconds, and the door opened to him again not to be outdone.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this time it opens at a wider angle, and I can faintly see the corner of the stairs in the light.

Xia Zhuo looked into the crack of the door, the faint light could not penetrate the darkness at the height, but it could clearly illuminate the wooden steps in front of him.

There is a thick layer of dust on the steps, like another world that no one has stepped on.He hesitated outside the door for a moment, then squeezed in sideways carefully, and followed it.

The rotten and turbid smell in the air filled the nostrils, no matter how lightly you walked, it would inevitably bring up a burst of dust.The beam of light uses him as a carrier, separating him from the darkness, and the dust that rises is scattered around him, but it can't stain his skin.

The revolving steps in front of him were narrow and lengthy, the darkness deepened as he went up, and the cold atmosphere around him gradually stretched out his arms to him mercilessly, trying to touch his body.

But these Xia Zhuo didn't care.

He just looked up into the sky, trying to figure out where he was in the thinning oxygen.

The walls guarded the stairs straight and solid, and the old wallpaper pasted on them had peeled off to reveal patches of dirt and wet stains underneath.As if there was something calling and pulling him from above, he didn't know how long he walked, and a portrait appeared in front of him.

...a strange portrait.

This is Xia Zhuo's first impression of it.

The only bright spot in the portrait is the sideways cheek of the woman, otherwise the background is in a depressing dark color.

He stood still in front of the portrait, and reached out to touch its cold silver frame. The intricate patterns on it left uneven marks under his fingertips, and at the same time, he decorated the back of the woman in the painting with nobility and elegance.

He stared at the flesh-colored smooth skin for a moment, then touched it lightly as if possessed.

...warm.

It seems that there are living people inside.

Xia Zhuo pursed her lips, but she didn't feel any fear.Curiously, he stroked her hair on the drawing paper, and unexpectedly felt the silky softness of the hair.

"Hello?" he greeted.

The painting didn't respond, and the woman's angle never changed.

Xia Zhuo sat on the floor, hugged her knees and looked at her quietly from bottom to top.He forgot what he wanted to do in an instant, only knowing that now he would rather stay and stay for a while.

He didn't count how long he had rested, and when he was about to fall asleep in the long time, a gust of wind gently brushed the top of his hair, pulling him back from the brink of drowsiness.

The gust of wind carried a warm temperature, like the sunshine of spring, shining on his body for a moment.When he opened his eyes again, he was still in a closed and narrow stairway, and what he felt just now was like a hallucination.

Still have to keep going up.

Xia Zhuo got up from the ground, patted his unstained trousers, and said to the portrait in front of him: "I'll go first."

Portrait remains unresponsive.

He scratched his head, turned around with some embarrassment, and looked at the stairs extending into the darkness behind him.

Is it the end?

From one darkness to another... or is there something waiting for him in the darkness?

While he was hesitating, an old and distant voice sounded beside his ears:

"Go, don't stop your footsteps... You know it in your heart, you have no choice but this."

Xia Zhuo looked around, but couldn't find where the sound came from, only the boundless chill rolled in the dark, silently waiting for him to approach.

He lifted his foot and stepped onto the first step.

Suddenly, a piercing malice suddenly hit him, and the darkness that originally lived peacefully above his head condensed a monstrous resentment and rushed towards him fiercely, as if the world that had been watching him coldly had had enough of his long stay, and was about to kill him. put to death.

Sudden fear seized his throat, strangled the little oxygen left, and the heavy danger oppressed his chest and throat, and the indescribable feeling of drowning made him unable to breathe.

The darkness clings to his body tightly like a swamp, pulling him up the stairs with greater force.

However, before his feet left the ground, the picture frame on the wall began to vibrate violently!

A wisp of white smoke protruded from it. It seemed so weak that it would disperse in a swipe. Compared with the huge darkness, it had a feeling of weakness like a mayfly shaking a big tree, but it drove away Xia Zhuo's limbs entwined with arrogance. The black air wrapped around his fingers gently and intimately, like ordinary harmless mist that can be seen everywhere.

The dazzling white light exploded in front of his eyes belatedly, as if the snow was overwhelming the city, but when it brushed against his shoulder, it was as light as a goose feather.

Xia Zhuo smelled a scent similar to that lingering in the pine forest after the rain.

This was the first time he felt how violent his heart was beating after he entered this inexplicable place. The pounding sound mixed with the rapid panting became the only sound in the entire pure white space.

His heart suddenly swelled into a ball, but in this short 1 minute, he experienced death and rebirth.

The cloud of white smoke gradually condensed into the shape of a pair of hands, they held Xia Zhuo's heavy head with a cold touch, and left a slow and solemn kiss on his forehead.

"Honey, it's time to wake up."

Strange dizziness came along with this sigh, and his violently beating heart also slowly subsided.

"... I didn't watch you grow up, but my mother loves you..."

A drop of water fell on his cheek, Xia Zhuo raised his head in a daze, but he couldn't see anything.

At the end of the picture, the white light gradually dissipated, and a long and narrow corridor appeared in front of him...

Xia Zhuo woke up suddenly.

The weightlessness made his body thump, and he realized that he was trapped in a soft bedding.

The light of the bedside lamp was dimmed, and the tall figure sitting by the bed also woke up when he made any movement, his eyes were fixed on him, and the bloodshot eyes were full of worry and worry .

"Guan Yuzhou...?" Xia Zhuo said vaguely, but a dull pain exploded from his heart.He was covered in cold sweat immediately, had to curl up his body forcefully, and stretched out his hand to grab the man in front of him.

Guan Yuzhou was taken aback, and he quickly hugged him, "I'm here, what's wrong?"

The stool rubbed against the floor and made a creaking sound. Xia Zhuo coughed violently. He tightened his arms, and his breathing changed. He hugged him tightly as if he wanted to rub someone into his body. Guan Yuzhou made it impossible for any gap between the two of them.He even heard the creaking and rubbing sound of his own bones, but he couldn't describe the pain of the flesh being removed, he could only pant silently, and after a long time, he murmured hoarsely: "I seem to have had a dream. "

Guan Yuzhou touched his forehead and gently comforted every trace of his emotions, "Have you had a nightmare again? It's okay, just speak slowly."

Everything in Xia Zhuo's vision became hazy, and finally turned into a tear that slowly slid down his cheek.But he had a very strange feeling, he felt that this tear did not belong to him, but was left by someone else.

He said anxiously: "I don't remember. I dreamed about someone, but I can't remember... I think it should be something that shouldn't be forgotten, but—"

"If you can't think about it, don't think about it." Seeing that he was a little incoherent, Guan Yuzhou interrupted him in a gentle voice, "Are you hungry? You have been sleeping for a long time, get up and eat something?"

This sentence made Xia Zhuo calm down. He walked around Guan Yuzhou's shoulder and looked at the tightly blocked curtain behind him, "... what time is it now?"

"It's already the third day." Guan Yuzhou paused, "It should be like this in the early morning, and it's not time for breakfast, so let's eat something else first? Candy?"

Unexpectedly, he slept for more than ten hours in a nap. Guan Yuzhou must have not closed his eyes all night, and they all stayed by his side.Not wanting to make the other party worry too much, Xia Zhuo nodded, but when he smelled the smell of milk, he suddenly retched with a pale face.

"Sorry...I still don't want to eat."

"Why do you apologize to me?" Guan Yuzhou touched his head, then stuffed all the candy in his hand into his pocket, "Eat it when you want to eat it."

"Hmm... wait a minute." Xia Zhuo grabbed his hand that hadn't been withdrawn.A warm breath touched his ears, and scattered memory fragments suddenly flashed in his mind.

Guan Yuzhou nodded, staring at him intently with his dark eyes, as if nothing else could fit in them.

"I remember - it's the fourth floor." Xia Zhuo repeated firmly, "I saw the fourth floor."

Guan Yuzhou paused, then narrowed his eyes: "Can I get out of bed now?"

Xia Zhuo lifted the quilt, "Yes."

Guan Yuzhou undoubtedly understood what he meant. He dreamed that the fourth floor was open, so maybe it was the same in the dream.

His footsteps are still a little flimsy, but it doesn't matter.At this point, the other three people were still resting. They closed the door and walked out of the stairs. Xia Zhuo subconsciously raised his head and looked at the wall——

The result surprised him.

That portrait has changed!

The woman in the painting showed her complete face, and her eyebrows and eyes, which were similar to Xia Zhuo's, were dotted with jewel-like starlight.

Her white skin is covered with complicated and grand gold ornaments, she is obviously not moving, but the fluttering dancer skirt seems to bring a gust of wind, and the agility lingering around her body cannot be ignored, as if just one face-to-face can make people three souls Seven souls were hooked away.

But now, that flawless and gorgeous face is full of smiles, and she is looking at Xia Zhuo tenderly.