Into a parallel world

Qiao Ye's eyelids trembled slightly, looking at the man in front of him, those eyes were as bright as opals, which made people yearn for, but at the same time, there was more poison hidden in them.It took him many years to slowly eliminate the poison remaining in his body, but some parts of his body had already been corroded by the toxin and festered. No one could experience the pain better than him.The latter stared back, and the two stood very close, but their eyes seemed to be separated by a sea of ​​people, and they were able to meet through the cracks.

Lu Fengluo's fingers hanging by his side moved, his eyes were full of understanding, making Qiao Ye unable to see the obscurity, the sycamore leaves fluttered down, and the strong wind blew up the broken leaves on the ground, hitting them under their feet. With a spin, a little bit of it flew onto Qiao Ye's leather shoes.

"You'll like me." Lu Fengluo said quietly, with a firm tone, which made Qiao Ye feel a little baffled, and what was deeper was the fear hidden in it.

"Oh." Qiao Ye turned his head away, using a disdainful expression to cover up the unease in his heart. He knew very well that this man's unambiguous appearance, although he was gentle and harmless, his wrists were already comparable to those of the mafia on the street. It's only because he was too young to believe in the so-called love that he was stabbed by such a scumbag.

Without hiding the sarcasm in his eyes, Qiao Ye ignored Lu Fengluo, stepped on the leaves and left, the creaking sound of the remaining leaves eased the embarrassment of the atmosphere.Lu Fengluo silently followed behind, looking at the back in front, it was not quite the same as he remembered, he was taller and stronger than before, but he was still thin in his eyes.That face is not timid and inferior, but full of defense and self-confidence. The cold appearance makes everyone discouraged but can't help but want to get closer.

He likes Qiao Ye like this.

On the campus boulevard in the evening, students walked in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, and the bell of the auditorium not far away rang. The vigorous bell reminded Qiao Ye of the poem "the bell at midnight to the passenger ship".He slowed down, looked far away, and saw the roof of the auditorium looming between the branches of the trees, and walked towards it involuntarily.

The sunset glow filled the sky, and the warm orange gradient made the high brick-red walls of the auditorium extraordinarily beautiful. The cross on the top of the triangle was printed far away in the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone brightly. As high as the building, the bell inside gradually dissipated in the sky of the university in the end.

Lu Feng turned his face to the side, watching this scene quietly, making him intoxicated.The college days of the two started beautifully like an idol drama, and ended like a bitter drama, which truly confirmed the saying of drama life.Qiao Ye took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again. The yearning and confusion inside receded, and he was replaced by that indifferent and alienated look.

"What is it that is reckless? I, Qiao Ye, will not be so cheap." Qiao Ye looked at the entrance of the auditorium, and the people coming and going covered them in the crowd. They were just like ordinary people in this group. "Now I just want to live this life smoothly, without you in this life." After saying that, Qiao Ye looked sideways at Lu Fengluo, the indifference and indifference in his eyes made the latter feel a little startled .

Lu Fengluo parted his lips, and it took him a while to make a sound: "Are you tired of my appearance and my name?"

It is strange that this sentence came too abruptly.Qiao Ye frowned, a little puzzled, what does this have to do with the appearance and name?Suddenly, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and his breathing was uncomfortably stagnant. It was only a matter of seconds, and the feeling of being about to die made him feel lingering.

"Does this have anything to do with your identity?" Qiao Ye wondered, feeling displeased with the other party's attitude. "What I hate is your whole body from the inside out, not your external conditions."

Lu Fengluo lowered his eyelids, Qiao Ye looked at it from a side angle, his slender eyelashes were distinct in the afterglow, trembling like a butterfly spreading its wings.Four years ago, this look made him want to step on his feet and kiss her, but now he just feels that it's a pity that such a celestial figure was given to such a scum.

"I'm sorry, but Ah Ye, if I'm no longer who I used to be, can I give you a chance to start over?" Lu Fengluo looked at Qiao Ye, the piety in his eyes was like a Christian praying to the Bible in church, flickering for a moment He caught Qiao Ye's eyes.

Qiao Ye narrowly avoided such stares. At that moment, he really felt that the person in front of him was just another person with Lu Fengluo's skin and identity. Look, they are exactly the same and there is no difference, which made him dispel the ridiculous worries just now.

"Unless---" Qiao Ye curled his lips and smiled contemptuously, "I'm mentally ill."

After the words fell, he turned and left the scene.Lu Fengluo stood at the same place, his mind was full of the smile just now, watching the man's disappearing back, the night was coming, the autumn wind brought the next scene, he took out a cigarette, his slender knuckles The smoke moved closer to his mouth, covering up that treacherous smile.

Unless this seems to be easy to do.

He is very special in the crowd, even if it is noisy, there seems to be a natural barrier around him to isolate everything that is incompatible with him.The sound of leather shoes stepping on dead leaves is as small as a fly, but it is infinitely amplified in his world. He is the only one in the whole world who walks in the dark, listening to his own voice.

All accidents are just flavoring agents in the monotonous white-collar life. Qiao Ye returned to his normal life, going to and from work as usual, Lu Fengluo did not do anything else, and Shen Liming never contacted him again. Feel like something is missing.But the busy work quickly washed away this suspicion.The landline on the desk rang, and I picked up the phone. After understanding the requirements of the other client, I recorded the details in the work file, and then I had a leisurely drink of coffee.

While relaxing, an advertisement was launched on the search engine interface. I glanced at it from the corner of my eye. It was a novel from a certain website. C.net is now a giant in the country. There are countless masters among them, and the daily traffic can reach hundreds of millions , its powerful strength makes many authors flock to it. In contrast, it is not so easy to sign a contract with c network.

Qiao Ye's eyes dimmed, and the loneliness in his heart surged up like a tide, drowning him who was eager to breathe.The dream of youth, the ideal of growing up, was torn to pieces in reality.People have the idea that when they grow up, they will realize their dreams when they are financially capable. It is not too late to do what they want to do, but after they really let go of their dreams and embrace reality, they no longer have the original enthusiasm.Maybe it's because the reality has smoothed out his youthful frivolity and blood, and now he is only insensitive, seeking a corner of peace.