Declare war on depression, against day and night

It turned out that the "suicide" Yang in the news headlines was Yang Xie.

Ying said: "When I found her that day, she was walking in the community. Because I couldn't communicate with her, I wrapped her in a dark space, and you stayed in it too. Didn't I transfer you to another place?" place, but I stretched the place where you are to a limited extent. This skill was given to me by her, I just want her to remember it."

But who knows, who knows that without hesitation or fear, Yang Xie walked the road that he thought was straight in the dark, until she stepped on the ground and fell into the artificial lake.

After reading the text on the screen, Bie Ming felt goosebumps all over his body. He shivered for no reason, and felt as if an invisible person behind him was blowing into his ear, eerie.The image of the female monster who was brought into the house by Mao Shixi suddenly flashed in his mind, she couldn't have come towards other people's head too...

"I really don't want to harm her, I just want her to think of me. I also want to save her, but I can't touch human beings other than my master. I hate myself to death."

"When we die, we cannot be resurrected."

"I know."

"Then what do you want to do? Yang Xie's matter, Yin Mao's matter..."

"I don't know, so I came to you."

"I do not know either."

Bie Ming sat in front of the computer with his head bowed in silence, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the uneven side of the mineral water bottle cap.The text on the screen did not appear again.Bie Ming is not the kind of person who provokes disputes actively. With his personality, he will choose to bypass trivial matters as small as sesame seeds.But if sesame and watermelon hit the red heart above his head impartially, he is the kind of person who will not shirk and refuse.

Time flowed inconspicuously in Bie Ming's deliberately disguised late night room. After some time, a few words slowly appeared on the screen: "It's raining outside."

"It's raining outside," Ying repeated, "Yang Xie seems to like rain very much. She often writes in her novels that the rain god is a very good person, and rain is also a very good thing. It can drive water-type shikigami Both the onmyoji and the demon who can control the rain are kind-hearted and respected in "Yin and Yang".

"The master also likes to get in the rain. She said that the world that has been rained is too easy to become clean and tidy. It is as if nothing has happened, but it has a kind of beauty that is concealed. If there is a rain after every battle, then There will be less blood on her hands."

Bie Ming covered his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his plush pajamas, his eyes looked like a sea of ​​stars because of the light from the computer screen, he asked in a muffled voice: "Ying, do you think... Yang Xie her... remember you?" ?”

"No." Ying replied quickly, but did not explain the reason.

"Does she believe that you really exist? Does she believe that there are monsters and fairies in our world?" Bie Ming asked.

A "no" appeared on the screen, but it was quickly deleted.

Shadow hesitated.

"Shadow, I think she knows that the darkness is your prank. She truly and stubbornly believes in your existence, so she doesn't worry at all, so she moves forward without any scruples. She knows you won't Hurt her, she knows you are a kind, loving shikigami. I was in it, but I was so scared that I just wanted to cry and couldn't move."

After Bie Ming finished speaking, he sat in front of the computer with mineral water in his hand for a whole day, and no word appeared on the screen.

He saved the words typed by Ying in a brand new document, named it "Shadow", and saved it on the desktop.Today's conversation has come to nothing, but it doesn't mean that Ying won't tell him what's in his heart anymore.He understands those who have been unwilling to speak for a long time, or who are unable to speak. Once they are guided by others to open their defenses and chatterboxes, they will become addicted and do not want to be with loneliness anymore.

Because that's who he is.

Thinking of Mao Shishi, Bie Ming felt mixed emotions in his heart, and couldn't think of a suitable word to describe him for a while, wanting to escape and get closer.

He suddenly bent down and pressed the mineral water bottle firmly to his stomach, with a very painful expression on his face.

If I die, I won't have to suffer like this anymore.Bie Ming thought in despair.

Look, isn't Yang Xie freed from the misery of life?She didn't know what kind of mess she had left, anyway, she didn't need to clean it up, from now on, right and wrong, no longer disturbing her heart, no mishaps, no more distracting eyes.Everything is far away from oneself, and oneself is also away from the whole world.

In Bie Ming's memory, there are only a handful of times that Bajing ate his parents' meals according to order, but this experience did not transform him into a good cook. Instead, he learned to deal with his body and stomach from a young age.The stomach is the most vengeful body organ, if you don't deal with it, it will torture you.

It is said that a long illness makes a doctor, and Bie Ming has his own way of dealing with stomach pain, and he deals with it as usual, and he doesn't know if it will work or not.

The sharp pain gradually subsided, Bie Ming's face was pale, and cold sweat glistened on his forehead.Covering his stomach with one hand and leaning on the wall with the other, he went to the small kitchen on the first floor as if he was dying of old age, boiled the water, grabbed a few handfuls of millet and threw it in.Bie Ming heard people say that millet porridge nourishes the stomach a long time ago. Since then, whenever his stomach hurts, he will give himself a bowl of millet porridge.

People are always good at hindsight.

"It's late at night, are you hungry?"

Thinking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao came with milk.

Bie Ming didn't speak, staring at the clear water in the pot gradually melting into ginger yellow with the millet, and the thick white foam rolled up and down with the boiling porridge, gathering on the edge of the small pot.Bie Ming watched, but the image of Mao Shiyi's lips stained with a line of milky white flashed in his mind.

Mao Shishi walked up to Bie Ming's side, lightly bumped his shoulder, and said with a smile, "What? I don't understand why. Did I provoke you? Did I behave myself today and didn't go to the second floor?" Looking for you?"

Don't think to yourself, the only downside of this house is that the kitchen is too small.One person stood sideways in it, and the other had to turn sideways to move.

Bie Ming turned off the fire, scooped two tablespoons of white sugar from the seasoning box and poured it into the millet porridge.

Mao Shiyi frowned suddenly: "Did you kill the sugar seller?"

"Give way." Bie Ming tried his best to make his attitude look very cold, although the burden in his heart made him look very nervous.

My stomach growled again.

Bie Ming picked up the small pot, wiped Mao Shiyi's sweater on his back, walked to the chopping board, found a large bowl from left to right, poured hot millet soup into the bowl, and put the small pot into the cleaning pool.Bie Ming reached for the bowl, wanting to leave the crowded kitchen quickly, but the overheated rim of the bowl didn't make his wish come true.

Mao Shishi watched Bie Ming pinch his earlobe with his burned fingers. This action of inadvertently revealing the information that he needed help reminded him of a litter of kittens on Fuchun Mountain.

He caught a few small fish for them, but they were swept in the face by the fluttering fish tail a few times, and they yelled "meow" at him in aggrieved manner.

It's really distressing and helpless.

Mao Shishi put the glass in his hand on the chopping board, reached out and pulled Bie Mingpa behind him.He raised his chin, arrogantly said to Bie Ming with his nostrils, "You should go up to your side", and after he finished speaking, he gave him a disdainful look, picked up the bowl of millet porridge, strode out of the kitchen and put it on the dining table superior.

Bie Ming sat at the dining table and thought again, why did God let me meet him?

Mao Shishi didn't stay in the restaurant much, and almost as soon as Bie Ming was seated, he got into the kitchen again.Bie Ming let out a long sigh of relief, if he sat across from him and watched him drink porridge, it would be a real disaster.

The uncurtained windows exposed the time, and the night was dark and deep.

Not long after, Mao Shishi came out, holding a plate of clean scrambled eggs in his hand, without green onion.

"Didn't your mother teach you to eat on time and go to bed on time? It's one or two o'clock in the morning so hungry that you come out to make porridge and drink it. Okay, you're not stupid enough to resist going to bed. You owe it to your parents to pick you up." When you come home, you will be in charge of everything. Have you read "A Chinese Journey to the West"? Does Tang Seng, the nagging ghost in it, know? You should find someone like this to follow you behind your ass." Mao Shishi knocked the scrambled eggs on the dining table, raised his eyes Staring at Bie Ming, he said quietly, "Everyone is the landlord who cooks for the residents."

Bie Ming's face became ugly.

Mao Shishi raised his head and drank the last sip of milk, licked his lips, pushed the glass towards Bie Ming, and said, "Try the first dish your uncle made after he went down the mountain."

"You didn't put salt in your cooking."

"Isn't it because you beat the sugar seller to death?" Mao Shishi couldn't get used to Bie Ming's habit of putting sugar, he picked up scrambled eggs and poured them all into Bie Ming's millet porridge, with a smile on his face With a smug smile, he held Bie Ming's hand holding the spoon and stirred it a few times, "It's not easy for your uncle to stir-fry dishes, so let me eat them all."

After walking out of the restaurant, Mao Shishi deliberately turned back and raised his eyebrows at Bie Ming: "Remember to wash the dishes."

Bie Ming held his breath and listened intently to what happened to Mao Shishi.As soon as he closed the door, Bie Ming dumped the large bowl of millet porridge and scrambled eggs into the trash can.The small pot that was originally in the sink had become clean, he threw the bowl, spoon and glass into the sink, and returned to the room as if fleeing.

There used to be a variety show on the Internet called "The Story of Strange Flowers".In the past period of time, it was Bie Ming's favorite show, and he watched it more than three times.

In one of the episodes, Ma Dong said that people who have a lot of bitterness in their hearts can be filled with just a touch of sweetness.

Bie Ming was lying on the bed, with his right hand pressed against his heart, feeling the beating frequency of the heart that was different from the past.

So is he, and he's also the one who just needs a little sweetness to fill him up.

But what about after being filled with this little bit of sweetness?Because of the long-term lack, he began to become dissatisfied, he wanted more and more sweets, and became more and more insatiable.From the bottom of his heart, he wanted the sweetness that could crush the world and get drunk in it.People who have a lot of pain in their hearts, as long as they taste a little sweetness, they can no longer bear the pain.

Emily Dickinson's little poem: "I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the sun."

People are always greedy.

Bie Ming tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, the plot of the new novel, the words typed in the file, and Mao Shiyi’s voice, they were mixed and stirred together in his head, and turned into a big bowl of thick and sweet Egg millet porridge.

Bie Ming stood in front of Mao Shishi's door for nearly half an hour before mustering up the courage to face him, and knocked on the door with a trembling right hand.

Because don't think, if you continue to spend so much time at his door, it will be dawn soon.What happened at night can always find an excuse to pass it off lightly, it is ambiguous, but hazy, and psychologically it feels like it will leave room for people to retreat.Unlike daytime, when the sky is blue and white, nothing can escape, no matter how subtle an expression or movement is, it can be clearly imprinted into the eyes of the other party.

"Bang bang bang..." There was a light and cautious knock on the door.

He heard a "plop" in the room, as if Mao Shiyi was frightened and fell off the bed accidentally.Bie Ming immediately blamed himself, and then thought, Mr. Mao is so powerful, he would not make such a naive mistake.

When Mao Shiyi opened the door, he rubbed the back of his head and let out a big yawn.He was only wearing a long sweater with a wide neckline, the neckline was fluffy and unthreaded, hanging crookedly on his shoulders, revealing his sexy Adam's apple and delicate collarbone.

Different from his prudence during the day, his shabby and sleepy appearance was like a rubber hammer, hitting the back of Bie Ming's head hard, it didn't hurt, but he felt dizzy for a while.

"It's the middle of the night..." Mao Shiyi frowned, propped his right elbow on the door frame, buried his face in the elbow, yawned continuously, and the corners of his eyes were filled with mist.He looked so sleepy that he could fall asleep standing up like this.

Bie Ming hesitated and said, "I want... I want to ask you for help."

Mao Shiyi scratched his hair impatiently, his eyebrows frowned even tighter, the expression on his face was already very angry, but his voice was subdued and seemed gentle: "Is there anything we can't talk about tomorrow? Come to me at three or four o'clock...youkai also need to sleep."

With his eyes closed, he finished his sentence and yawned profusely.

"Then I will...see you tomorrow." Bie Ming said, glanced into his room, saw the drawn solid-color curtains, and felt a little relieved.

"It woke me up, you..." Mao Shiyi raised his hand and flicked Bie Ming's forehead, half-seriously and half-jokingly, "Remember, don't come to me at this time, I have a wake up spirit. If I'm not clear-headed, I could kill someone."

murder or something...

Bie Ming bowed and knew that he was impolite at this time, so he apologized softly.

After Mao Shishi closed the door, Bie Ming let out a long sigh of relief, finally relaxing physically and mentally.Just as he was about to turn around, the door in front of him suddenly opened, a hand stretched out from the deeper darkness and grabbed his arm, he pulled hard, and Bie Ming fell into it.