As night fell, the hand of the gods lit the city with colorful lights, driving away the corruption of the night.

Ling Fang opened the door of the house, and there was silence. With the switch pressed, the simple decoration and light gray furniture looked particularly warm under the illumination of the lights.

At a glance, there were two insulated lunch boxes on the brown dining table, and a warm smile bloomed on Ling Fang's face.

She sat down and opened the lunch box, which was still steaming hot, and the tempting aroma of rice instantly filled her nose. Don't be suspicious, the person who delivered the meal just walked a short distance.

Ling Fang ate and picked up the phone. The call was also connected instantly.

"Mom, why didn't you say anything when you came again?

"Hmph, you're embarrassed to say that I won't come back all night, I'll be back home. By the way, have you eaten?"

"Aren't you back, eating!"

"Overtime again? Your company is really, working overtime every day, and I haven't seen you give you a reward for hard work! How many times have you said that you have to eat well, and you don't eat early when you know that your stomach is not good. How many times have I called you, come to the store to eat! Go to the store! Eat in the store! You don't listen to ...... "One world, one mother."

"Okay, okay, I'll raise my salary tomorrow... Well, I ordered it from the store!"

"Go, go, go, will say. There is a manager like you, who works overtime every day! Also, can two dishes and one soup be the same as six dishes and one soup......

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I'll eat there tomorrow... I ate first" and faced my mother's "life-threatening" questioning, but she still "took it as the best policy".

"Uh-huh, then you have a good meal, hang up!"

It's not that Ling Fang doesn't want to live with her mother, it's just that she has long been used to reporting good news and not bad news, and if her work style and time live together, her mother must be nagging every day. Over the years, she has also become accustomed to living alone. The important thing is that she is worried that she will scare her mother at night. I don't want my mother to think about the past again, there are some hardships, and she has to fight alone.

After dinner, Ling Fang worked on the computer again until more than 11 o'clock, and the phone calls in the middle did not stop. She washed up, drank a glass of hot milk, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in a few minutes.

"Uh......h Stop beating Mommy, Daddy, I beg you to stop!" a little girl of 5 or 6 years old, with big eyes and jet-black hair braided with two small pigtails. Holding a woman in her 30s who had fallen on top of her, her eyes were filled with tears, blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth, and new wounds and old scars were joined together. A man of about 35 years old, "You want to go?" was kicking her, but kicked the little girl, and another little boy of the same age ran over, he tried to hold the man's legs, the man cracked his fingers, and then threw the little boy against the broken wall with his feet. There was a "bang", and the wall suddenly fell, covering the little boy.

"Uh......h Brother!" the little girl cried louder, and the woman who was lying on the ground got up at once and rushed over. The man also stopped and rushed over, turning over the bricks with his bare hands.

Under the shadow of the high moon, the little boy was already drowning in a pool of blood, and the mud and dust covered his entire body.

The man picked up the boy and ran down the long, dark dirt road.

The girl stood there crying, her feet shaking. The woman held the little girl's head and stared at the back on the dirt road until the darkness swallowed the background. muttered: "Let go ......"

Ling Fang woke up and jumped up. His head was covered with beads of sweat and tears in the corners of his eyes.

The umpteenth night, the same dream mirror. You can't get rid of it, you can't escape. Even if I moved away from that land, that sky, that city, the nightmare remained.

Ling Fang sat by the window, picked up the spirits, lit a cigarette, and looked out the window at the city that was still flowing. The night was long, and only then could she fall asleep again, and the dream would never come again.