Hu Meizi

One hundred and eight.

Sun Du has been wandering in his own consciousness, as if he was thrown back into the sea again.

The sea water is black, and the sky outside is red. There is no sun, moon or stars in the sky. From time to time, there will be black dark clouds drifting past.

Sun Du knew that he was in a coma. He remembered what happened when he was shot earlier, and he also felt very confused when he was on the operating table.Whenever he is greatly stimulated, he will appear in this sea.

The world here is very quiet, except for the sound of water flowing over the ears, there is nothing else.

In the past, whenever Sun Du fell into the sea, he would struggle desperately. The fear of drowning and suffocation drove him, making him thrash about in the sea.Now that he calmed down, he discovered that he could actually float on the sea.

His current state is delicate.

He knew that he was unconscious and wandering in his own consciousness, which was a bit like a dreamer knowing that he was in a dream.

But he couldn't wake up.

For this reason, Sun Du was like a ghost, wandering around between the blood-red sky and the pitch-black sea, trying to find a breakthrough.

He is in his own world, but sometimes he can faintly perceive the outside world.

He could hear the sound of the chair being pulled away and pushed back, he could hear the familiar sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, and sometimes he could feel the hot towel gently touching his face After a few strokes, several thick layers of hand cream were being applied to his hands.

Sun Du guessed that Xie Tang was painting him, because he painted it clumsily and repeated it several times.

His hands were wide, rough and warm, just like the hands he held every night in the past.

However, no matter what, Sun Du still hoped that Xie Tang didn't confuse his essence with hand cream.

There were a few times when Sun Du felt that he could wake up, and he had vaguely seen the light, but it was only for a moment, and the black cloud came running over again.

In desperation, Sun Du could only wander around.

It's quite strange to regard all this as the world in his own mind. When Sun Du was swimming, he encountered many wonderful things.For example, the first thing he encountered was a coconut tree growing in water.

Sun Du swam around it a few times, and then a coconut slammed down—a crow with black feathers and red eyes flew out of it.

It laughed and told Sun Du that he was homesick.

How about Sun Du discussing with it to send himself to the sky?After all, he saw the light in the sky. This world, or the exit of this dream, should be in the sky.

But the crow ignored him.

It picked up Sun Du in its mouth and sent him to a volcanic corner, then it laughed and flapped its wings and flew away.

The volcano looks very big, it should be an active volcano, its top is still smoking, and dark red magma is condensed on the dark mountain.

Sun Du looked at it for a long time, not knowing what the volcano meant, but before he could figure it out, the volcano erupted with a bang.

The bright red hot magma spewed out, and then tumbling down, they entered the black ocean from fast to slow, making a sizzling sound.

Then Sun Du rode the slowly flowing magma to the depths of the black sea.

That was a place he had never been to. He had been struggling hard all this time, wanting to get out of this sea, but he didn't expect to swim into the deep sea in the end.

He saw more weird things in the deep sea, such as dead pale corals, they seemed to have discovered him, and when he looked at them, they also turned their heads to look at him.

There were also black fish that swam over from time to time. When Sun Du poked them, they would wag their tails and turn to look at him. Their eyes were very big, as if they were dying.

All of this was gloomy and weird, but Sun Du miraculously did not have any fear and anxiety like before.

"So, where am I going?" Sun Du said to himself.

"Where can you go?" A smiling female voice suddenly sounded.

Sun Du was startled, he raised his head, and suddenly found that the originally dark sea was illuminated by light.

A woman in white clothes and holding a white lantern swam towards him from the depths.

She carries the only light in this sea.

"Mom?" Sun Du shouted in surprise, "Why are you here?" He swam towards Wu Moqing excitedly.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close to Wu Moqing, he could only see her holding a lamp, facing him from a distance.

"Hi," Wu Moqing rolled her eyes, "Your mother and I are not here, where can I be? A person who has died a long time ago, where can I go?"

Sun Du looked at the familiar Wu Moqing in front of him, she was so real, and she was still wearing the white dress he saw her last.Her every frown and smile, her impatient tone, and her informal words were all so real that it made people cry.

"Oh, such a big man, why are you still crying?" Wu Moqing smiled and swam around Sun Du, but she didn't get close to him, or she couldn't get close to him, she could only stay not far away. Wandering at close range.

Sun Du laughed, "Why did you come to me suddenly?"

"You really have nothing to do all day," Wu Moqing scolded him, "It's a good day, but you have to experience the speed and passion and make yourself so tired!"

As she spoke, she stretched out another finger with red nail polish and pointed at Sun Du.

Sun Du looked at her helplessly, "Where did I live a good life? How can I swallow this breath?" he said.

Wu Moqing snorted, and she swam around again, circling Sun Du a few times.

"Oh," Wu Moqing said, she was very calm, "Dudu, life and death are fate, going around and going around are fate."

"Don't pay too much attention to these things, just live in the present moment," she said.

Sun Du didn't answer, it was impossible for him to give up his revenge and be a coward with peace of mind.

Wu Moqing saw Sun Du bowed his head and said nothing, and knew that he was "silently resisting".

She glared at Sun Du, and was about to say something, but Sun Du had already changed the subject.

"Mom, do you miss Uncle Zhao?" Sun Du asked.

Wu Moqing was stunned for a while, she opened her mouth to say something, but she still didn't say it, she just spit out a series of bubbles in the sea.

"What do you want or not..." Wu Moqing said softly, "Dudu, it would be nice to have it once."

She asked again, "He doesn't know about that?"

She stroked her flat stomach.

Sun Du knew what she meant and nodded.

Wu Moqing blinked, then smiled again, "That's good."

"Mom, I met a very good person," Sun Du said, "He supported me in doing this."

Wu Moqing looked at Sun Du, her face became hazy.

She seemed to sigh.

"Dudu, you are doing a very dangerous thing." She said, "I can't stop you."

"And you already knew the answer." She smiled at Sun Du.

Then, just as Sun Du was about to ask back, Wu Moqing's figure suddenly became blurred. She was like a paper figurine that had been burned, and suddenly changed from pale to scorched black from head to toe.

Sun Du swam desperately to catch her.

But Wu Moqing shook her head at him.

When the last bit of burning was exhausted, she was still smiling at Sun Du.

Suddenly, the white lamp in her hand fell into the depths of the sea.

Sun Du watched the light disappear into the darkness, and before he recovered, a wave of water suddenly surged under the black deep sea.

This wave of water is extremely strong, sweeping up in a spiral, like a reverse tornado.

As soon as it came up, it strangled Sun Du and poured it into Sun Du's mouth, nose, and ears, as if trying to strangle him to death.

Sun Du yearned to go upstream, desperately trying to break free from it.

But it didn't work.

Water, the water all over the sky entangled him, Sun Du couldn't breathe and couldn't call, his ears were full of the sound of water whistling and wind.

Sun Du closed his eyes tightly.

In an instant, countless things rushed towards him.

When he was 6 years old, his father hacked his mother to death. When he was 10 years old, he stole a dead beetle. When he was 13 years old, he was stealing Wu Moqing's lipstick. When he was 16 years old, his first love bowed his head and wanted to kiss his side face. When he was 17 years old at night, he heard Jiang Chengwen talking on the phone in the room...

These things were grotesque, like glowing fragments, and also like dark secrets, they were dotted, twisted and smashed towards Sun Du.

"...Hahahaha, the first time Brother Du enters our Little Red Riding Hood, there is always a welcome ceremony, right?..."

"Oh, I'm satisfied with keeping Du Ge!...Let me pass this show off first, I know Du Ge doesn't have that hobby...but our Little Red Riding Hood doesn't only do those things, does it?...When the time comes, let Du Ge see us The classic show of Little Red Riding Hood!! You must like it after watching it! Hahahahahahahaha..."

Little Red Riding Hood?

Sun Du caught this voice, and he closed his eyes and frowned tightly—he was recalling, thinking, and thinking, and he felt that something important was playing hide-and-seek with him.

Suddenly, Sun Du remembered the French version of "Little Red Riding Hood" he had seen in Xie Tang's study. The title on it was:

"Le Petit Chaperon Rouge"

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Sun Du suddenly opened his eyes.

The black sea and red sky have long since faded away, and now he sees a white ceiling and a gray sky in front of his eyes.

Having not been exposed to light for a long time, Sun Du suddenly saw it, and blinked a few times with some discomfort.

Xie Tang was watching him quietly.

His dark blue eyes were full of tranquility, and it seemed that he was not surprised by Sun Du's sobriety at all.

Sun Du smiled weakly at him.

"Oh, Xie Tang—" Sun Du took a hard look at the small glass bottle-like thing on the bedside cabinet, and said hoarsely to Xie Tang who came forward, "You really used the essence."