Declare war on depression, against day and night

Bie Ming had a nightmare, dreaming of a scary woman with white hair outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, dreaming of long-eared elves kissing on supermarket shelves, dreaming of ghost cars hitting him at full speed on the street, dreaming of the fireworks party The one who cried and asked him for marshmallows...

monster.

Let everything that happened yesterday come to naught.

Don't be absent-minded. When he went to the bathroom to wash, he raised his hand and knocked over the tooth cup and other supplies on the sink. He had to bend down to find the place where the tooth cup fell, and then felt the faucet in the dark with ease.

Turning on the computer, only a little light appeared in the room.

With such a little brightness, Bie Ming found the only remaining bag of bread from the bookshelf. He remembered that there should be a lot of snacks and drinks on the bookshelf.

He didn't know that in order for Du Jingtian to see more things from his eyes, and for him to have sufficient reasons to go out, Mao Shishi was willing to take on the charge of "house thief".Taking advantage of Bie Ming's deep sleep, he stole his food storage from the room several times, and then gave it to Han Chaomu as a favor.

The cat's mouth is very tricky, and these junk food Maoshi treats them like dung.

So he took Bie Ming's dung with peace of mind and brought it to Han Chaomu's mouth.

It's really epic.

A page of news popped up on the screen, and the headline was still the novelist Yang who committed suicide by jumping into the lake.Affected by it, the following hot news are several other suicide reports of online novelists or professional novelists this year.The Internet is full of attacks on the immaturity of the novelists in this circle, mixed with a small number of abuse of online novels, and even a small number of blessings and sympathy for the dead and support and encouragement for the living.

Bie Ming chewed dry bread, closed the webpage, and sat in front of the computer to start thinking about his new novel.

He doesn't write novels to make money, but simply has the idea of ​​building his own world, and wants to write down the stories that happen in his mind.It was the only seed of hope in his empty world.

He wanted to write a story about "doing good deeds every day". The story happened between a master and a junior of a certain sect...

The theme of Bie Ming's first novel is first love, and the protagonists are a boy and a girl who are in love in high school.But his editor asked him bluntly, have you ever been in love?Have you ever talked to a girl?

Yes, I have been in love, I have talked to girls, but only once.

"Nanqiu, your writing is good, and the whole structure is clear and logical. But your description of women's delicate emotions is very unfamiliar, completely unconstrained and unintelligible. You are a boy, so I understand. But you are a novelist, it is this Writer of the story, you are responsible for everything that happens in the world you write, so I am strict with you. Nanqiu, remember, if you don’t understand life, you can’t write a novel with depth. If you don’t understand love, you don’t understand girls. I can't write about love."

"I suggest that you rewrite male novels. If this is not your goal, you can try to get in touch with pure love. If you can't accept it, then fall in love. You don't care who the person is in love with. Love without distinction, even if it is compared with You are a sophomore and 30-year-old female blind date. You should understand the subtle connection between chasing and being chased, it is urgent, otherwise, you will only destroy your talent. Nanqiu, you need to upgrade, I can wait for you."

At that time, Bie Ming tapped the keyboard without hesitation: "I can accept it."

So he began to try slowly, and he is still trying now.Although few people have read his serialized novels yet, he is slowly adjusting his course in the direction his editor expects.His editor often encourages him, don't worry, have a good time, let's take it step by step.

Bie Ming has been afraid of variables since he was a child, and changing his familiar environment is undoubtedly a nirvana with no chance of winning for him.

This is his only active change.

The novel gave him a lot, many firsts in his life, many things that were once impossible, and many vines to survive.

After eating the bread, I tapped on the computer screen. This process was neither very happy nor painful.Just following the text description, this dark room gradually carried Bie Ming's fantasy.

It was a fairy mountain with misty clouds, and many people flew with swords. They had long hair and wide sleeves, warm green clothes, and extraordinary white clothes.A lovable elder in the sect picked up a ragged child...

Bie Ming was so thirsty that the roof of his mouth seemed to stick to his tongue.He doesn't like the outside world, but he needs water.

He wrapped himself up in a coat, scarf, hat and mask.When he went downstairs, there was no one in the living room as usual. He cleaned up the garbage in the refrigerator, and took out the garbage bags from the kitchen and living room.

At the entrance, there was a black smudge that was not too big or too small, maybe it was a drink accidentally spilled by a tenant, and I didn't pay attention to it when it dried on the ground.

Don't think about it, just mop the floor when you come back.

On the way to the supermarket, Bie Ming saw a few big monsters, but they just stood there and didn't intend to attack him.Bie Ming lowered his head and hurried past pretending not to see, the journey was fairly peaceful.Even so, Bie Ming tried not to make any eye contact with the people who rubbed shoulders on the street, because he couldn't distinguish between people and "people" who looked like people.

Du Jingtian felt the fear that Bie Ming calmed down and suppressed, but at the same time he found sadly that even if he could see the same as his master, he still couldn't empathize well.

She is full of world-weary factors all over her body, but she doesn't completely hate the world.

Du Jingtian didn't know what to do.

Bie Ming returned home, took off his shoes and put on slippers at the entrance, looked up and saw dirty footprints in the living room.Without shoes and socks, the soles and toes can be seen, as if they walked barefoot in the mud for a few times and then printed on the floor. The footprints have dried up, leaving only a thin layer of mud.

Is it the children of Mr. Chen's family... Don't think about it.

Mr. Chen Zhongliang, Mr. Chen, is the middle-aged man with red and bloodshot eyes who inadvertently rescued Mao Shiyi yesterday.When renting a house before, he told Bie Ming that he had a son who was still young, about ten years old.Because of the downturn in work, he was running around looking for connections, and he hadn't seen his youngest son for a long time.

But is it possible that only he can see these mud footprints?

Bie Ming felt a chill and shivered fiercely, his ankles were suddenly firmly grasped by two cold and powerful hands.Don't be alarmed, just lower your head to look, it is the palm-sized black spot that you saw before you left home, it expanded a little around, and these two shadow-like hands are stretched out from it.

Bie Ming was frightened and was about to open his mouth to shout, when suddenly more snake-like hands stretched out from the black spot, one of them tightly covered his mouth, and the other tied his wrists, neck, waist and legs.They pulled Bie Ming into the black spot, as if someone was laughing in the dark, the two big bags of stored food in Bie Ming's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the canned drinks rolled everywhere.

Someone heard the strange sound, opened the door and took a look.

With only one place of snacks, he went back to his room.

Bie Ming opened his eyes and closed them, but what he saw didn't change, it was endless darkness.Before that, Bie Ming felt that it was a very common part of his life, or that he had become his good friend.But now he is dominated by fear and despair, and he realizes that darkness and darkness are different from the edge of collapse.

Accustomed to the darkness in the room, he can accurately touch anything he wants with his eyes closed.At this moment, it was endlessly dark, let alone looking for something, Bie Ming didn't even have the courage to stand up and take two steps.

silence.fear.

Bie Ming was so frightened that his breath trembled, the novelist's imagination dominated his thoughts, and all kinds of bloodthirsty monsters and ghosts hid their figures in the darkness, like hungry and thirsty monsters waiting for an opportunity. wolf pack.

Bie Ming forced himself to turn his attention to other places.

So, in this black hole where all ghosts hide together, he finally figured out why there are differences in the darkness of this world.

That's because the source of the sense of security that he has relied on all the year round is not the darkness at all, but those objects in the darkness that he is extremely sure will never leave him.For example, the small lamp on the bedside table, the mobile phone next to the pillow, the computer on the table... As long as he needs it, he can easily cut through the darkness.

Many things, such as small desk lamps, mobile phones, and computers, which protect him with due diligence, are usually slowly forgotten in peaceful times.The subconscious mind thinks that darkness can swallow all unpleasant and frightening things.Thus forgetting that it is the darkness that feeds these demons and goblins.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up in the darkness, softly, like the sound of softly passing silk.Bie Ming raised his head, he couldn't see anything, but he vaguely felt that a pair of eyes were looking at him with examining, searching, and uncertain gazes, and he straightened his back involuntarily.

"Is...is anyone here? Can... borrow a fire? Or, can you hold a lamp?" Bie Ming imitated the joking tone he heard from the movie, trying to make himself tense as much as possible relax.

No one answered, but the rumors continued.

"..."

"Damn it! Didn't I tell you to stop moving around! You stepped on my foot! Meow, you stepped on my foot! My cat gave birth to the first pair of genuine AJs! Don't call me, are the characters IQ written generally low? I am so unlucky. I save merit and don't hit women, but you have to know that you have died 78 times in my mind!"

Cang Zhu is already a fox mother, but she was scolded by Mao Shiyi like a little girl who made a mistake. She hid aside aggrievedly and shrank her neck, retorting in a very low voice: "I can't see, and, My paws aren't dirty either."

As soon as Mao Shiyi heard that this guy dared to talk back, he was unhappy on the spot, and ten long and sharp cat nails scratched out of thin air: "I scratch you and it doesn't hurt, I'll let you die on the spot!"

"Anyway, I've died 78 times."

"Fucking bastards dare to talk back! Okay, I'll turn my head around and tell Don't call me to insert a mistress between you and Du Wuyong! Or you fucking like Du Wuyong's mistress! Spice up your lives!"

Cang Zhu just shut up.

When Mao Shiyi cast the spell, his sealed hands were still shaking, and there was a glimmer of white light in the thick darkness. It was Mao Shiyi's ninth tail hidden in Bie Ming's pupil.Mao Shishi took a few deep breaths before telling Cang Zhu to chase after the light. He rubbed his chest while walking and said, "I'm so angry that my heart aches."

Bie Ming, who was holding his breath and listening to the wind, suddenly felt a severe pain in his right eye, as if something was trying to break through the cage, hitting his eye from the inside one after another.Bie Ming covered his right eye tightly with his hands, curled up on the ground, and noticed that it was glowing from the sight of his left eye.

The wind became stronger, and the hair that had not been trimmed for many days was torn in the wind, and the sound gradually howled.

"Master! It's the master!"

Mao Shishi hooked the corner of his mouth, and gave a meaningful "hmm" like a great hero: "I saw it."

"Mr. Mao...Mr. Mao?" Bie Ming gritted his teeth and endured the pain, with a very uncertain tone hidden in his tone.

Maoshi squatted halfway down, lifted Bie Ming's upper body and hugged him in his arms, patted him on the back with his right hand softly like coaxing a child, every sentence he said deliberately stretched the end sound very long, very similar to Dad told his son a bedtime story: "Yes, it's me, your onmyoji rescued you. Come back with me."

Cang Zhu couldn't see them, she just stood on the spot and stomped her feet, feeling both joy and fear in her heart: "Master Mao, are you leaving? What should I do, I don't know where you are going."

Mao Shishi wrapped the scarf around Bie Ming's neck twice and threw it in the direction of the sound, just on Cang Zhu's shoulder. He said, "Don't pull it tight, don't get lost."

"Yes." There was still warmth on the scarf, Cang Zhu was holding her hands, what should I do if my heart suddenly felt warm?Amidst the joy, Cang Zhu suddenly asked nervously: "By the way, Lord Mao, when you came, you looked at the light to find the master, go out... how do we get out?"

Mao Shishi shook his neck, put his right hand under Bie Ming's knee, and hugged Bie Ming without asking if he could walk by himself, and he replied confidently: "Just follow your uncle cat. "

The worship of Mao Shiyi in Cang Zhu's heart was like a raging fire, crackling.

Bie Ming endured the pain along the way, but he seems to be unable to bear it now, especially after being fully protected.

"Mr. Mao..."

"what happened?"

"I... my eyes hurt, it hurts."

Mao Shishi's heart "thumped", and he was too busy with self-indulgence, forgetting to cast a spell on his own tail.He pursed his lips, the feeling of guilt flashed past, and then he smiled happily: "It's okay, don't worry, it won't hurt in a while."

Bie Ming wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he felt a warm and soft touch on the fingers covering his eyes and the eyelids wet with tears. One second, two seconds, Bie Ming forgot to breathe.He slowly put his hands on his chest, his body rose and fell with Mao Shiyi's pace, and suddenly he felt a sense of enlightenment, and he understood how the relationship between the two protagonists was initially described.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He said slowly.