Declare war on depression, against day and night

The sky was very cloudy yesterday, and it rained heavily all night in Lucheng that night, as if trying to wash away something completely.

Bie Ming wrapped the quilt tightly, curled up like a boiled shrimp, only felt that the sound of rain outside the window was loud, as harsh as when he turned the faucet to the maximum and sprayed it on the frosted glass when he took a bath.

As the morning approached, the air was humid and the sound of rain gradually subsided.

He dreamed that when he was very young, he met a boy about his age at a fireworks display in Kanagawa, Japan.The boy was wearing a bluish-white bathrobe and was crying while sitting on a tall cherry tree branch. The colorful fireworks in front of his eyes dyed the night dazzlingly. He whispered to Bie Ming that he was abandoned by the god he loved.

The boy asked, what are you holding in your hand?

Bie Ming replied obediently, it was cotton candy.

Really want.

I can give it to you.Come down and I'll give it to you.

Can you throw it up?

You climbed so high that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to throw it up.

I can get it.

Then I threw it away?

Um.There's... you, there's someone behind you, someone's coming.

Xiaoming, mom sees you keep raising your head and talking, who are you talking to, can you tell mom?Is there anyone in the tree?

There is a child sitting on the tree.Bie Ming was also confused, pointing at the empty cherry blossom tree, couldn't mom's eyes see it?

......

Don't wake up very early, the sky is not yet bright, and the sound of rain has disappeared.

He is going out to meet people today, and he has been nervous since the itinerary was confirmed.In the dark, he opened his eyes, thinking about the dream of last night, and stayed in bed until half an hour before the appointed time, and then slowly got up to take a shower, as if this could delay and delay the arrival of going out to meet people and greeting people.

"At [-]:[-] p.m. on October [-], the body of a woman salvaged from an artificial lake in a community in Lucheng was confirmed to be a tenant named Yang in the community. It is reported that Yang is a full-time online novelist who usually He seldom goes out, and there are not many close friends. After interviewing, the police have initially ruled out the possibility of homicide, believing that the probability of Yang’s suicide is relatively high, and no key evidence has been found yet. At present, the incident is under further investigation. Our reporter report."

The voice of the female radio anchor became the background sound during the hustle and bustle of Lucheng. Everyone was busy, and few people stopped to listen carefully or care about the death of an unimportant person.We will habitually reduce the sorrow and misery of others who are too far away from us in our lives, or even turn a blind eye.

The picture on the screen of Mao Shishi's mobile phone is a partial photo of the license plate site. He puts one hand in his trouser pocket and stands casually.Mao Shiyi's pupils are different from ordinary people's light gold, and his eyes occasionally move away from the screen, simply sweeping the city streets full of cars and pedestrians.

saw him.

Mao Shishi's eyes fixed on Bie Ming, then ignored the existence of the zebra crossing, and walked straight across the road with endless traffic with long legs.The strange thing is, this seemingly very thrilling scene, but he walked out of the calm and breezy feeling.

Bie Ming, who deliberately hid behind the license plate, and Mao Shiyi noticed each other almost at the same time.

Bie Ming lowered his head uncomfortably, rubbed his index finger against the tip of his nose, and pretended to casually raise his eyes, looking for the figure of this person.When his eyes turned around and met the delicate collarbone and clean collar of that person, Bie Ming was startled, his whole body trembled violently, he shrank back involuntarily, his head dropped even lower .

He slowed down his breathing and felt Mao Shiyi's breath hovering above his head.

"Are you Bie Ming? Bie Ming..." Mao Shixi chewed the name repeatedly in his mouth, and suddenly said, "Bie Ming's Bie Ming?"

Bie Ming: "..."

He wanted to refute, but forget it.

Seeing Bie Ming standing there in a daze, he didn't know who to ask who came and what his purpose was. He was stuck in place like a stick, like a little daughter-in-law who was at the mercy of others on her wedding night in the feudal period.Mao Shishi frowned. Is the kid's head okay?

The meeting between him and Bie Ming was not accidental, it was all arranged by him.

Some time ago, with the help of my brother who had lived in the human world for many years, I managed to find Bie Ming's phone number.When Mao Shishi called him and said that he wanted to rent his room, the man's voice didn't show much happiness, and it took him a long time to hold back the word "um" intermittently.

Mao Shishi introduced himself: "Mao Shishi, I made an appointment to see the house today."

Bie Ming wrapped a few rounds of scarves around his neck, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and shrugged his shoulders forward cautiously. His whole body was like a white paper that had been slapped into a ball and stretched out with difficulty.He didn't dare to look into Mao Shiyi's eyes, but nodded slightly, then turned around to lead the way, and said in a very low voice, "Let's go."

Mao Shishi raised his eyebrows, folded his arms around his chest, and gracefully followed Bie Ming obliquely behind.

Not long after the National Day, the weather is still not cool, and many people are still wearing half-sleeves.

Mao Shishi was wearing an off-white sweater with three-quarter sleeves, slim black trousers, brand new sneakers, and no other decorations.In contrast, Bie Ming's gray scarf and black jacket look out of place with the surrounding environment.

"Let me tell you, you've grown so big, haven't you ever done radio gymnastics?" Mao Shiyi asked suddenly.

I don't know why he asked such a question, Bie Ming reacted for a few seconds before answering, his voice was still small and soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.

"Did it."

"Since I have received the influence of radio gymnastics, why are you still hunchbacked? Cosplay big lobster?" Mao Shishi really couldn't understand Bie Ming's timid walking posture, while frowning and complaining, he stretched out his right index finger on his back Ke poked his waist, "Who else on the street can open their mouths to eat you?"

Bie Ming's side was caught off guard, and he immediately exclaimed, but he immediately covered his mouth, blushing and hurried forward.

hiss...

This person actually ignored his existence?Mao Shishi's eyes widened, he grabbed Bie Ming's scarf and pulled him back.Bie Ming had to turn his face to look at Mao Shishi, without saying a word, his face full of resentment.

But the first time the two of them looked at each other quietly did not last long.Because Bie Ming saw an elf with transparent wings sitting on Mao Shiyi's left shoulder, and this little elf smiled softly, holding Mao Shiyi's neck with one hand, and freeing the other hand to greet Bie Ming.

Bie Ming took a breath, suppressed the fear in his heart and slowly moved his gaze upwards, meeting Mao Shiyi's searching and puzzled gaze.

He can see people that others cannot see, or creatures that are not limited to people.

No matter how they dress up, how they look, no matter how similar their voices and smiles are to ordinary people, they can only be regarded as monsters.

"You...don't pull my scarf..." Bie Ming said, pretending to brush Mao Shiyi's shoulder casually.

There was nothing on Mao Shiyi's shoulders, so Bie Ming's movements seemed very abrupt to outsiders.But he didn't care about these.Although he could see these inhumans, he had no idea what they were, or whether they were hostile to humans.Even if it is not harmful to people, Bie Ming thinks that driving them away can still make him feel more at ease within his ability.

Mao Shishi saw all his movements and expressions on his face, narrowed his eyes with strange colors, and smiled meaningfully: "What are you doing?"

Bie Ming was easily nervous, and with the accident just now, his mind went blank, and he said "I..." foolishly for a long time.

"Can you see the little guy on my shoulder?"

"you you you..."

Mao Shiyi closed his eyes and nodded in a serious manner, leaned slightly, leaned against his ear and said mysteriously: "Don't you, you, me, me, we just met, it's not good to be too close, it doesn't feel serious. I, ahem, I am a feng shui master who has silt on the top of Fuchun Mountain and is not stained, clear and not demonic. Young man, I think you are born with a light horoscope, which is unlucky and unlucky, so you can’t eat chicken. When you meet me, yes For your good fortune, you have to burn incense sticks for me when you get home."

Bie Ming's state outside has always been that his soul and body are separated. There is not much in his head or eyes. He always maintains the same dull expression as when he was in a math sprint class. He asked dully: "Feng Shui master?"

"Accurately, it's an onmyoji."

"Onmyoji?"

"You don't even know about Onmyoji? No way..." Mao Shishi pretended to be surprised, and at the same time looked regretfully at the direction where the wood elf was flying away, "The elf's five elements just now belonged to wood, My little friend. It just looks like you don't like him very much and drove him away. "

Who likes that kind of thing?

Sure enough, going out during the day will definitely not be a good thing.

Fengshui masters, or onmyojis, were popular for a while in ancient feudal and superstitious societies. Unfortunately, in a society ruled by science and law, it would be really strange if everyone knew a few onmyojis.Bie Ming thought this way, and didn't talk to Mao Shiyi anymore, just hurried on his way, believing in the evil of fate again.

I don't know whether Bie Ming's life is considered good or bad, maybe it is really like Mao Shishi said, his horoscope is too light.

Bie Ming's parents had been getting divorced since he could remember.The reason why they haven't divorced is because the two of them have been searching and searching but they haven't found the lover who can give up the rest of their lives.

The existence of Xiao Bie Ming is not even a stumbling block in their divorce, but at most it is just a trash can for their complaints, anger and negative energy.As for Xiao Bie Ming, he not only had to digest the anxiety and fear that filled the sky in his own world, but also had to clean up the garbage from their adult world into his own world.

But how strong is a child's digestion and stress resistance?

It didn't take long for Bie Ming's childhood to be blocked by these dark and filthy things.

The sun can't get in, and the dust can't fly out.

When Bie Ming was in his third year of high school, the two finally divorced, but the taciturn Bie Ming didn't want anyone else, but after all, it was his own, so they left the two-storey bungalow they bought when they got married to Bie Ming.

They each have a new family, a new home.Even if this house full of grief and hurt is not left to Bie Ming, it will be abandoned and forgotten just like Bie Ming.

Before everything in the house was completely emptied, Bie Ming's life finally became peaceful.He lay on the sofa in a daze, half dreaming and half awake for two days and two nights. After making sure that his parents would not come again, he ate some leftovers in the refrigerator and started cleaning in a calm mood.If you don't like it, you have to clean it, right?After all, the rest of my life has to be explained here.

"I said, don't ming, being able to see monsters is a great thing for ordinary people." Mao Shiyi followed him closely, pretending to bring up the topic casually, "You don't want to do something?"

"I never intended to be an onmyoji."

"I mean besides Onmyoji, there are..."

Bie Ming stopped, looked at Mao Shishi with a slightly sullen expression, frowned, showing a very disgusted expression, and said viciously: "I hate my eyes."

The atmosphere was extremely cold and the two people walked one after the other on the sidewalk outside the largest shopping center in Lucheng. There was a huge advertising screen in the center of the building, which was broadcasting real-time news at this time.

"The famous novelist Yang committed suicide because he couldn't listen to netizens' criticism? This is the fourth time this month that the suicide of an Internet writer has dominated the headlines of the Internet. People's hearts are becoming more and more fragile under the influence of the Internet world? Today is no longer the era of "life is precious and love is more expensive. It is imminent to increase the public's awareness and awe of life. Psychological experts call on SOHO people to participate in more collective entertainment activities. ..."