Into a parallel world

[I'm back, I miss you. 】

Song Ci's pupils dilated instantly, staring closely at a line of short words displayed on the phone, as if the warmth of that person's breath was still lingering in his ears, full of warmth like a lover, but danger lurks everywhere.The webs woven by spiders were soft and elastic, and so was the webs woven by Bai Jifeng for him. After four or five years, the other party chose to close the webs just when he let down his vigilance, catching him by surprise.

Before that, the troubles deep in my heart melted away with last year's melting snow, and the haze accumulated over the years was swept away by the rising sun. At that moment, a burden was completely unloaded, as if someone took the blame for him, Who will it be?Is it my self in another world?

Shaking his head, working overtime for many days until the early morning made him feel very tired. He must be too tired to think about it.Turn off the computer, stand up and delete the text message that brought him fear, pick up the briefcase and walk out of the building.

Back at the house I rented with Qiao Ye, I opened the door of Jin'er's room and saw my younger sister sleeping soundly. The soreness and fatigue in my heart also eased a lot. The past is used to seduce people, it makes people weak and humble Vulnerable.The shock that the text message brought to him was too great, it broke all his calm and self-restraint at once, and he was in a mess.

Just as he was about to close the door, the person on the bed stopped him: "Brother?"

"Is brother back?" Jin'er sat up and called repeatedly, and saw Song Ci standing at the door, holding the handle with one hand, she smiled, and went straight into Song Ci's arms without putting on her shoes: " Brother, don't stay so busy in the future, okay, Jin'er is very scared."

There was warmth in his arms, and Song Ci felt the moisture in his eyes, and hurriedly patted his sister's head, her soft hair became messy due to her sleeping position.In the dark night, only his figure could be seen, he tried his best to wipe his eyes clean, and said softly with a normal voice: "Hey, if you're not busy, where can you get the money to buy delicious food for Jin'er, brother Qiaoye hasn't come back?"

"Jin'er don't want to eat delicious food. Brother Aye and you often don't come back early to accompany me..." Song Jin'er was wronged and cried, and Song Ci's heart ached when he was about to cry.

Qiao Ye came back very late too?No, it's possible that the other party didn't even reply.Now life is on the right track, Qiao Ye met that person again, and his troubles began to follow tonight...

Looking at the younger sister in his arms, Song Ci felt the overwhelming burden and powerlessness of Mount Tai for the first time.But he has to stick to this place. After finally getting to this point, is it possible that all previous efforts will be wasted?He, Song Ci, is not such a person who easily admits defeat.

Coaxing Jin'er to sleep, he sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the emptiness in front of him, with sporadic fires between his index and middle fingers. He couldn't remember when he became addicted to cigarettes, but this thing can indeed paralyze a person for a short time. human nerves.One night passed, and the door was not opened, and Qiao Ye did not return all night.

The living room was filled with the smell of cigarettes, and there were cigarette butts of different lengths lying in the trash can. Dawn broke out, and he swayed his tired body to the window, opened the window, and the morning wind blew away the pungent smell in the house. , the brain suddenly cleared up a lot.His gaze inadvertently caught a glimpse of a black car by the flower bed downstairs. It was low-key and luxurious, and the people inside were not ordinary people, but here were at most middle-income white-collar workers. How could they afford such a car?

The sudden text message from a few hours ago flashed through my mind - [I'm back, I miss you. 】

dong dong dong.

Like spring thunder exploding in my mind, a terrible conjecture began to form in my heart.

Could it be that person?That strange person, the person who disappeared for a long time, maybe the thread in the other party's hand has never been let go?The purpose is to let him lower his guard.

The heart began to beat uncontrollably, uncontrollably trying to break through his chest and escape from here.Song Ci's hand on his chest was about to scratch the wrinkled shirt fabric. The people in the car seemed to be aware of the sight from above. The windshield only dropped two centimeters, just enough for the people in the car to throw out a cigarette tail.

The man didn't get out of the car, the window was raised, and he walked away after a while, disappearing into the morning mist. The only thing that could prove that this car existed was the cigarette butt left on purpose.Song Ci stared at the rear of the car, vaguely saw the fingers that were still smoking, white and slender, and seemed to be able to smell the tobacco on the fingertips while holding his breath.

The guess in my heart is getting more and more certain. There are still three hours before going to work. It is painful to make a decision, should I go or not?What awaits him outside this door is endless unknowns. It seems that as long as he is inside the door, he will be safe and sound. Here is his shriveled shell. If he closes his eyes and does not hear, he will always be safe and sound.But he ignored the aggressiveness of the other party. As long as Bai Jifeng thought about it, no matter where he hid, he would be found. The years of exile were also based on the other party's willingness. He was always the one on the chopping board.

How ironic.Song Ci sneered, looking particularly abrupt in the silent living room.Dragging his body into the washroom, his head was groggy, looking at the emaciated person in the mirror, his legs were difficult to support, and he had to put two songs on the washstand to relieve the discomfort caused by physical weakness.

He scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, and he became sober in an instant.He hurriedly took a cold shower, he might catch a cold if he took a bath like this in early spring, but he had to calm down at the moment.It took half an hour to make breakfast and get Jin'er to wake up, and then went to work after seeing that it was almost time.

There was a crowd of people on the subway, he looked around, it was the same as usual, turned on the phone, the news was still about the scandal of a certain celebrity.My mind was empty for a moment, as if all the psychological processes I experienced last night were imagined by myself, that man had already cleaned up his dirty feelings and left his hometown with guilt.

Leaning on the car door, looking sideways at the flickering underground tunnel, the lights of the billboards placed flicker from time to time, whirring, the face of that person flashes before his eyes, those eyes that can freeze things three feet It was shooting straight through the glass into his eyes.

[I'm back, I miss you. 】

The crushed ice flowers formed on the car glass, layer by layer from bottom to top, gradually and slowly taking away all the sight.Song Ci was terrified, he didn't care about anything, and hurriedly wiped it with his hands. The friction between his hands and the glass made a sharp sound, which aroused the surprise of other passengers in the carriage.

"Hold, I'm sorry..." Song Ci noticed the eyes of the people around him, and looked at the glass again. How could there be ice?Just like a flash in the pan, only he himself saw the flowers just now, maybe it was his fireworks, and he had hallucinations because he didn't sleep all night.The latter is more convincing. After all, how could it be possible to freeze flowers for a while in this season?