as pure as a radish

"Liu Xiaoyuan (received)", that was written on the envelope, with a familiar yet unfamiliar stroke.After more than ten years, people's writing habits will inevitably change a little bit, and maintain a little bit of the original appearance.

For a long moment, I didn't want to face the contents of the letter, and I wanted to fool myself to tear it up and throw it in the trash, as if it never existed.But I couldn't lie to myself for too long, and I finally opened the letter.

"I will come to you." There was a line written in the center of the letter paper.

In the lower right corner, the inscription: Yu Ting.

There was a buzzing sound in my head, and at the same time, my temples, which had suffered from nightmares, throbbed again...

I tried my best to avoid the name "Yu Ting" and kept replacing these two characters with the code name "Y", but unfortunately, these two characters still appeared.

I tried my best to avoid the old name "Liu Xiaoyuan" and kept using the new name "Ji Yufei" to imply myself, but unfortunately, these three words still appeared.

I stuffed the thin letter paper, which was similar to a critical illness notice, back into the envelope, held the two corners of the envelope, and with a sudden force, I tore the letter paper and the envelope in half.

"Yu Ting! Come out now if you have the ability!" I yelled in the lobby, because I was already desperate, but I was frank and confident, "If you want money, die, or destroy me, come here! I don't want anything anymore!"

Under the closed structure of the lobby, my voice still echoes.When the echoes disappeared without a trace, not a single fart appeared in the lobby.

I quickly turned to worry that someone who heard my "crazy words" would point fingers at me, so I quickly ran away with my head down.

Outside the apartment building, the weather is gloomy, so boring that people feel that walking is a burden.Misfortunes never come singly, and the air doesn't smell very good either.Over the years, I have developed the ability to roughly know the air index based on the discomfort of the nasal cavity and throat.It is estimated that the index has already exceeded the table, I adjusted my breathing, and tried to let myself inhale as little dirt and poison as possible.This method is definitely useless, but people like this kind of boring psychological comfort.

I still have the two halves of the torn envelope in my hand. I overlap them, tear them vertically into thin strips, and then horizontally into small pieces, and throw the pieces, less than a centimeter in size, into curbside bins.I hope that the other garbage in the trash can can accelerate their decay, preferably, let them dissolve into a mass of unknown matter that is too black to be seen at several times the speed.

Turning around after throwing away the pile of confetti, the gloomy sky had accumulated enough dark energy, and it began to rain.I glanced at the clouds, which were thick and cloudy, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to come.The sun umbrella I carried couldn't last long, so I hurried to the shops with eaves on the street.

I just walked to a fried chicken restaurant closest to me, and it was raining heavily, and the whole world turned gray and white because of the dense raindrops.In about twenty minutes, the sewer wells on the street stopped flowing and began to leak water.Braving, the water began to pour back into the shops on the street.There was a lot of rubbish in the water, and a lot of old dirt from the sewer well was also mixed in it. People like me who borrowed the eaves to hide from the rain jumped into various shops.

I stay where I am, watching the trash swirl in the sewage, and then up the sides of my shoes.

"Come in and hide." Someone suddenly spoke from behind.

I turned around, and the door of the fried chicken shop opened, and the clerk inside the door looked at me with concern while pulling the doorknob.

"Thank you very much~" I bent slightly and walked into the store.

Before the clerk could close the door, a drenched man rushed straight into the counter.He held a transparent waterproof bag with a mobile phone in one hand, and kept rubbing the counter surface unconsciously with the other hand.The person behind the counter put some food into paper bags, checked the number with the man, and the counter handed the paper bag to the man.The man hurriedly left the counter and trotted out.Before going out, the man's phone rang.I heard him explaining to the other end of the phone over and over again, "It's coming soon, it's raining and it's not easy to go, don't give a bad review, I'm really sorry..."

"Then heavy rain still picks and chooses..."

"You can't say that. If you give money, you should enjoy the service. Rain, snow, gunshots are not an excuse for poor service."

There was a discussion at the next table.

I listened to their discussion, and even though I wasn't hungry, I ordered two snacks from the kind clerk who just invited me in.

Chewing French fries, I was thinking about a question: how bad is Y, how bad is she? (To be honest, the discussion just now at the next table, especially the words of the person who held that no accidents, natural disasters and man-made disasters can resist the few dollars for the takeaway fee triggered my thinking.)

The chip box was bottomed out, and I came to a conclusion: From the perspective of exploring the true meaning of things, Y is not very bad, but I am a layman, even if she is not so bad, I still want to avoid her, because I am to a certain extent Longing for an ordinary, ordinary life style.

I hope that one day, someone will understand my words; at that time, I am willing to make a promise with my body.This is my sincere wish, without any pretense of sensationalism.

When the rain stopped, the people who entered the store to hide from the rain left one by one, and I also got up and left.The streets were in a mess and the stench was overwhelming. Shopkeepers and sanitation workers began to clean up together. I knew it was time for me to fight.

The self-defeating shout in the lobby of the apartment building is not my real thought, at least not at this stage, and it will be too late to think about it on the day of death.

Letters and pens, these are the only two clues related to Y that have appeared so far.

The letter stated that Y knew my address on Kechuang Avenue and would not let me know any of her whereabouts (the letter had neither an address nor a postmark).However, there is some looseness in this as well.For example, I will not live there from now on, and she may not be able to find my new address again.For another example, she may not know that I have changed my name. If I continue to live under the new name, she will not be able to find me again.All of the above depends on the scope of Y's ability. If she has supernatural powers, I will naturally have nowhere to hide; if she is mediocre, I may simply hide and hide.However, I have a vague feeling that her abilities are far more than mediocre. A person who has been out of society for more than ten years found my address as soon as she came out. She is really not mediocre...

As for the pen, it is not yet possible to simply conclude that the gray overalls had contact with Y.Because, there is another possibility that when the gray overalls touched the pen, the pen was no longer on Y's body.

Escape?Or stay and watch to see what's going on with the gray overalls?These two options were before me.

Carrying forward the fine traditions that have been passed down to this day, I quickly made a compromise. I planned to monitor the gray overalls all day before Saturday, and after meeting with Liu Ziyun on Saturday, I immediately bought the first plane and flew to the south two thousand kilometers away. Xanadu.No matter how bad it is, I will go abroad. Anyway, thanks to my work, I have never lost my English, and it is not a problem to use it for life and work.

An hour later, I entered a high-rise residential building separated from the six-story low building by a wall.