Twilight collected

"Wait for me to come back where you chose me."

In the embarrassing blank space between the two, Han Xuan suddenly recalled this sentence.The only time when I dreamed of Ren Anzhi and struggled to wake up, this was the only thing I could clearly remember.

Since then, I have tried my best to search for other details of that dream, but in the end I couldn't get it.I only remember that the man with Chunxi face, stood in front of a warm light, slowly stretched out his hand, and said this sentence.

But at this time, this person was right in front of him. Han Xuan came from the gate, just to see him, have a meal, and walk a street.It was getting late, but the intermittent gap between the two appeared again, Han Xuan was overwhelmed and wanted to give up.

"I'm going back." Han Xuan stood under the street lamp and forced a smile.

"Okay." Ren Anzhi didn't have too many words, but raised the corners of his mouth politely.

"Be careful when you go back, I'm afraid it's unsafe so late. Go to bed early and don't always play games."

When Han Xuan said this, a man hurried past beside him. The man turned his head slightly and looked sideways at Han Xuan. Seeing this, Han Xuan felt slightly embarrassed.

"understood."

So far, without further words, Han Xuan turned around silently and walked into the underground passage.

Both of them knew that it was getting late, and Han Xuan had to rush through the pass alone, and there were still two hours of bumpy road ahead.But neither of them said much.Naturally, Ren Anzhi didn't want to have any more details, and Han Xuan also didn't want to accept more perfunctory.

Han Xuan wrapped his coat tightly and walked alone among the crowds. The brightly lit mansions made his figure even thinner.There were many lovers cuddling up in the crowd, his eyes were a little frightened, and he didn't dare to look more.

Although it is a southern country, in autumn and winter, there is still a cold wind blowing from the deep place of the subway.

Looking at the clear reflection of the glass curtain door, Han Xuan felt sad: he knew that he was a person who could live alone and could endure loneliness.I even often feel a little proud of "I have seen through people for a long time that they come and go alone".He is different from his parents. For them, the social relationship that everyone has is involved in judging a person earlier than the various attributes of this person, so his parents always say: "Don't worry about him, This is your relative, this is my friend, so you can do whatever you want." Han Xuan is on the contrary, everyone is the same to him, and they can be people who have nothing to do with him, so Han Xuan always says "this It's a smart guy, it's a stupid guy, it's a bug."

But this person made him feel different.

When Han Xuan was 16 years old, he met Ren Anzhi for the first time in this southern city.In that dim little room, he was behind other people, Han Xuan saw a silhouette, and from then on he began to love this person so painfully.

From then on, Ren Anzhi didn't seem to have seen any changes. He looked like a scholar, fair and thin, slightly stooped, and at first glance it was the result of working hard at the desk.In fact, Ren Anzhi is just the most mediocre boy, but the silhouette that catches the soul at first glance has not faded after so many years.

In fact, it was Ren Anzhi's wind and thunder that made Han Xuan unable to extricate himself.In this day and age, there are really not many people who really write something without grandstanding.Han Xuan himself often writes articles, and everyone knows that literati have always been regarded with disdain, but Ren Anzhi is the only person Han Xuan is willing to accept in writing articles.

He liked it so deeply that Han Xuan didn't dare to tell his parents that it was actually because of him that Han Xuan insisted on coming to the southern country.

But all persistence is wishful thinking.

Walking in the night, Han Xuan clearly knew the way back, but felt lost.

The lights are gone, and he has to rush back to the place where he lives by midnight.

The subway is empty, and there are a few fragmented people. At first glance, it seems that their own bitter stories are written on their faces, both false and true.

He sat alone, with no waves on his face, hiding his emotions and anger, silently listening to the howling wind in the subway, near midnight.

He was sitting in the front car of the subway, and there were people coming and going, and finally there was only one man left, sitting on the row of seats opposite him.The man was wrapped in a black windbreaker and had long hair. His face seemed to be well-maintained, with traces of youth remaining, but it was hard to hide that he had passed his forties.

Han Xuan clearly remembered that the man had appeared in his eyes, but it was difficult to recall where he met.

Stop by stop, the man didn't get off the car, Han Xuan felt a little fear, it was almost midnight, walking alone, always worried.Han Xuan tried his best to comfort himself, that the man might go to the pass too.

In order not to lose face and show timidity, Han Xuan stopped looking at him, just looked at the empty carriage, those handles that kept shaking, undulating and swaying, as if the carriage was full of ghosts and ghosts, accompanying the two of them.

He got out of the car and hurried to the pass.The gate is no longer as crowded as it was in the daytime, and the hall, which was full of people in the past, has also become less crowded for a while.

But Zong Hanxuan deliberately quickened his pace, but he could still feel that the man was right behind him.Thinking about it carefully, there are public officials guarding this place, no matter what, no one will plot wrongdoing here, and I can only blame myself for being paranoid.

When going through the security check, he subconsciously wanted to put the handbag on his shoulder into the machine, but suddenly he felt pulled by something.

"The handbag can't be machine-made. Your bag doesn't have a zipper, so that things won't fall out."

Han Xuan was startled, stunned, and turned around to see the man with a slight smile on his face, gently holding Han Xuan's bag with one hand.

With a smile, Hanxuan also caught his deep meaning, so he was noncommittal. He looked up and saw that the people beside the security check machine were already exhausted and didn't notice their actions at all, so he put his expressionless face and pulled the bag back He put it on his shoulder, clamped it tightly, and paced forward.

Although his expression didn't change, there was a thin layer of sweat on Han Xuan's back, because he clearly felt that his bag was heavier than before.He understood that that person must have put something.

Suspense tightened even more, but he suddenly wanted to open the bag to see what was going on, but was stopped gently by the man with a deep smile.

"Don't look at it now." The man didn't allow Han Xuan to interrupt, and didn't look at Han Xuan's panicked face, he just looked ahead and said in a deep voice, "It's not harming you, don't worry."

"You..." Han Xuan had never encountered such a thing before, his face turned pale, his thoughts were confused, and he moved forward mechanically.At this moment, he searched frantically in his mind: Is it a bomb?Is it drugs?still……

Because it was midnight, the guards on duty had long disappeared in the passage, and there were only two people in Nuo Da's space for a while.

"What are you going to do? Don't harm me..." Han Xuan didn't dare to act rashly, but said in a deep voice.

"Don't be afraid, it's fine."

Walking to the checkpoint, the man walked a few steps quickly, rushed to pass in front of Han Xuan, turned his head and threw a calm smile at Han Xuan, which made Han Xuan even more frightened.

Han Xuan was in a panic at the moment, neither dared to put his hand into the bag, nor dared to ask for help rashly.In addition to worrying, I am also afraid that if the only things I see in the bag are ordinary things, my own nonsense will only cause unreasonable disasters.

Seeing Han Xuan pass the gate, the man walked side by side with Han Xuan again.

"You like him very much, don't you?"

Unexpectedly, Han Xuan was seen through at a glance, and suddenly remembered that when he said goodbye to An Zhi, the passers-by who looked sideways realized how he was being watched along the way.

This world is still full of cold eyes, and Hanxuan wanted to protect himself, so he didn't answer, but nodded if he had nothing.

"I can tell at a glance that it's not a day or two since you like him."

Hearing these words, a sense of sadness came to my heart, as if a cup of acid had been spilled in my heart.Han Xuan forced himself to be calm and said, "How do you know?"

"When I was talking to him, my look and tone were exactly the same as mine." The man looked at the night at the end of the passage, as if lost in the past, his eyes were clouded.

"Okay." Han Xuan didn't know how to respond, so he murmured.

Seeing that Hanxuan was still in shock, the man smiled slightly and said, "You're really scared, so just open it and have a look."

Hanxuan heard that, as if he was being amnesty, he hurriedly opened his canvas bag, and in the night, he could faintly see a little bit of brilliance in it.

When I took it out, I saw it was a short dagger, exquisite and small, the scabbard was inlaid with pearls and jade, it was not commonplace at a glance.

"For you, do you like it?" The man looked at the thick cloud on Hanxuan's face, staring blankly at the knife in his hand, but his expression was extremely relaxed.

"I don't know you, I don't want it." After saying that, he wanted to put the knife in the man's hand.

The man pushed back and gently sent the knife back to Hanxuan's hand: "I'm going on the same road with you, you really don't like it, you can return it to me when I get off the car."

At this point in the situation, Han Xuan was still confused, so he didn't dare to say more.It's just a trace of despair growing from the bottom of my heart.Xu Shi had just met An Zhi, and his mind was still undecided. According to common sense, the first time he had contact with him, he should immediately shout back and harass him, but he has delayed to such a point.

When they got here, there was no need to go back and forth, Han Xuan didn't say a word, just continued to take the subway, and the two walked together.The city at this moment is not peaceful, and in the vast expanse, there are lights filled with rainbows and thousands of mansions.

The man carried Hanxuan to the rear of the car.After getting into the car, the two sat down, only to see that there was no one else in this carriage.

Neither of them spoke, only the noisy and boring news on the small TV in the car.

"Do you know what I do?" The man suddenly opened his mouth, and Han Xuan's slightly relaxed heartstrings tightened again.

Han Xuan shook his head slightly, only waiting for the man to speak.

"I'm writing novels." Seeing Han Xuan's trembling expression, the man paused for a moment, and then said, "You don't want to know what stories I wrote?"

Listening to the man talking to himself, Han Xuan was puzzled, but he had nowhere to escape, so he could only listen to him continue talking.

"I wrote a story about a parallel universe. Traveling through the past, there are people like us there. Once the protagonist is gone, he is the most ordinary person. He gets married and has children. He doesn't care about it, doesn't need to cover up, and lives freely."

"Oh." Han Xuan was clearly not interested, and even felt that this man was childish.But when he thought of that knife, he didn't dare to speak out.

The man seemed to notice it, so he turned around and said, "How are you going?"

Han Xuan was sweating like rain, and forced himself to calm down: "It has nothing to do with you."

"I haven't finished talking, so I'll leave when I'm done. Don't worry, I won't follow you home." The man's face was relaxed and relaxed, and Han Xuan felt like sitting on pins and needles, "Maybe you don't want me to leave after a while."

Han Xuan was full of apprehension, the man clamped Han Xuan's arm lightly, accompanied Han Xuan off the subway, got on the minibus, and walked to the last row.There were only two or three people in the car, and it was late at night, under the neon lights, adding to the palpitations.

"Take it out." The man said as the car started on the road.

Han Xuan carefully took out the knife, under the night, he saw the light of pearls and jade, shining brightly.

"This thing not only looks good, but also has a magical function." The man took the knife from Han Xuan, pulled out the blade, and pressed the red stone in the middle of the handle with one hand, and the blade became bright all over.The man looked around for a while, and carefully lowered his hand so that the back of the front seat suppressed the strange light.

Then, the man raised his knife and lightly slashed across the air, creating a gap out of thin air, shining with golden light.

"It's not a high-tech scam." The man looked at Han Xuan with suspicion and added a smile, "Just try it like this."

Before Han Xuan could respond, the man stretched out his hand to grab Han Xuan's hand.At this moment, Han Xuan was powerless to resist, and the long-term mental tension had drained all of Han Xuan's energy, so he could only let the man hold his icy fingers, and slowly approach the soft golden light floating in the air. the rift.

Han Xuan felt it, his hands were covered by the golden light...

He actually stuck his hand into the gap.

He knew where his hands were, long past the back of the front seat.

"What is this?" Han Xuan suddenly fell into great horror, staring at the man.

The moment the man retracted the knife and closed the scabbard, the light disappeared, and Han Xuan's hand was pushed back hard by a huge impact.

The man handed the knife to Hanxuan, with a gentle expression on his face: "Didn't I say that, I wrote a time-travel novel. There must be some life material."

Han Xuan still couldn't get back to his senses, his lips trembled and said: "You are talking nonsense."

"You have tried it yourself, and you are also a scholar, so you must know in your heart whether I am talking nonsense."

"Yes, I have read the book, so I don't believe you."

"Are you afraid of ghosts even if you haven't seen a scientist before?" The man laughed loudly, "Even if you don't believe me, try it yourself and see how I can lie to you."

"How to try?"

"I'll pass you the knife, take it back and try it yourself."

"pass?"

"This knife recognizes blood, so don't be afraid of the pain." After that, the man pulled the knife away again, and made a cut on his fingertip. After speaking, he took the knife blade that was stained with bright red, and cut the cold knife. Xuan's fingertips.

Han Xuan could hardly feel the pain, nor flinched.At this moment, he was still drowning in the scene just now, and he was already unable to take care of his own safety.

"It's yours, try it."

Han Xuan trembled, and pressed the ruby, and sure enough, the knife became bright all over.He carefully opened a gap, right in the air.

He reached out to touch.

It was real, he had really touched another space, in that gap, in that golden light, there was a void, moister and warmer than the air-conditioned car in the middle of the night, as if there was a little breeze.

Seeing that Han Xuan was still interested in it, the man said seriously: "Don't break the knife, or you will never come back by yourself." The man paused for a while, and then said: "If you want to take someone there, Just hold his left hand."

Before Han Xuan knew it, there were two lines of clear tears falling silently.

The man didn't look at Hanxuan, but only looked at the feasting lights outside the window, the tall buildings and tall houses, and his words were shallow: "The beauty of this knife is that you go there and come back, but the time here has never moved. In my life, Whenever something goes wrong, I will flee there. I am over forty now, and I still do nothing. I gave you this knife, and I will have nowhere to escape from now on, and I can live a good life. "

The man closed the scabbard for Han Xuan, only then did Han Xuan realize that he had lost his composure, wiped away his tears, looked at the man in front of him, his smile seemed to have not changed from the beginning.

"Why me?" Han Xuan asked in a low voice, looking at the man.

The man was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "Look at his eyes, it's exactly the same as mine back then."

After the man finished speaking, the car stopped, and he just walked straight to the door.

"You..." Han Xuan wanted to stop him, but today's events only made his thoughts overwhelmed, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Before the man got out of the car, he turned around and glanced at Hanxuan, and said loudly: "I have prepared the clothes, you can see them when you go, they should suit you, there is a letter on the clothes, give it to my son, his name is Tianque. "

In just a blink of an eye, the man disappeared into the shadows of the lights.

Hanxuan was left alone, holding the small knife in his hand, lost his soul.

When he returned to the room, he didn't dare to turn on the light, but took out the knife in a panic.

The world is very quiet, I can faintly hear the roar of ships in the distance, the occasional sound of cars nearby, and more clearly, my heartbeat and unsteady breathing.

Han Xuan suddenly felt hatred: Why did you let yourself get this thing?Why disrupt your routine life?In the process of growing up, he has tried his best to cultivate himself and seek a peaceful life. He does not pursue excitement, nor does he pursue any short-term happiness.But there is such a sudden disaster, throwing a stone into the water, causing ripples on the ground.He frantically wanted to forget what happened today, forget the subtle touch of his hand reaching into the light, and forget the dream about that kind of life that the man said.

But when that soft golden light appeared, he knew that he couldn't let it go anymore.

Cowardly and with hesitation, he opened the gap wider and wider until the golden light shone on his face, revealing the chaos and desolation in the few square meters of cage house.

At this time, he thought of Ren Anzhi, he thought of his face: the cold face when he left, the side face when he appeared for the first time, and the warm face in his dream, all of them were him.

In fact, Hanxuan was not ready, and even had the intention to expose this deception in one fell swoop.But when he stepped into it and touched a piece of silk, he had no choice but to slide into it.

The golden color receded, and he only wanted to cover his body in panic, because he instinctively realized that he no longer had anything from his original world on him.

However, the knife was still in his hand.