Looking at it, she felt that this sentence was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere? She thought about it carefully, but she always had no clue, in a trance, her eyes unconsciously moved back to the painting, the man who could not see the face seemed to come to life in an instant, he slowly raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes gradually became clearer, until she saw his skinny face and dark eyes, she was suddenly shocked, this person turned out to be-

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly broke out behind her, and she hurriedly turned around when she heard the sound, and there was a dark stairwell behind the empty exhibition room, like a monster with a bloody mouth open.

After a while, there was a little flickering light in the stairwell, like a lone lamp in the long night, a morning star in the dark starry sky, her feet seemed to be pulled by something, and she couldn't help but walk towards the mouth of the monster, followed by the light, up the steps, and after a while, an iron door appeared in front of her, with a door panel below, and a railing above, through which she could look in.

In the dim and empty room, there sat a man wrapped in black, he sat on a bamboo chair, holding a book in his hand, and there was an octagonal shadow lamp above his head, the dim light illuminated him a little blurry, a little cold, and a little lonely, he sat quietly and still, as if he had been sitting here for thousands of years, an indescribable stinging pain spread from the bottom of her heart to her mind, passing through the limbs and bones, and the whole person seemed to be torn apart in an instant.

She pushed the door hard, but unfortunately she didn't move, she kicked with her foot, still no movement, she could only watch the black fog that came out of nowhere, enveloping the people in the room little by little, the person who had always lowered his head suddenly turned his face, the face she felt very familiar slowly turned from miserable white to purple and blue, as if someone had cut off his breathing, his eyes changed from dark to blood red, as if he suddenly saw a dazzling light.

"Help me......" He slowly stretched out his hand to her, his mouth opened, and he shouted silently, in fact, he couldn't hear what he was calling at all, he could only judge by the shape of his mouth, he was asking her for help, he was calling for help to her.

"Help me......" Shi Jing in the dream desperately stretched out his hand to her until the black mist completely enveloped him.

And she could only stand outside the iron gate, unable to do anything.

The messy and weird dream made her suddenly a little uncomfortable, probably subconsciously did not forget that there was still a person lying next to her, she just turned her body sideways with great restraint, but it just happened to become lying on Shi Jing, her movement, for Shi Jing, was not stingy with a tsunami that shook the mountain, Shi Jing, who had been slowing down his breathing, immediately held his breath at that moment, and when he found that the people around him were just changing positions, he was relieved and pulled his breath long and calm again.

Shi Jing, who was lying still, stood up for a long time, he listened with bated breath, and saw that the people around him were really asleep, so he slowly spit out the breath that had been held in his chest for a long time, probably because he had been holding his breath for too long, and there was a faint tingling pain in his chest, and even the entire respiratory tract was attacking, which made him feel like he couldn't breathe, but he had long been accustomed to pain, and for many days and nights, it was pain that accompanied him through those unsustainable bloody times.

At this moment, the pain came, and he suddenly felt a little lucky, at least in all his feelings, this was an area that he was familiar with and good at.

After a long time, he was sure that Si Qi was really asleep, and even the inhalation and exhalation became rhythmic, so he quietly turned his almost stiff head, and by the faint moonlight, he looked at the people who were close at hand, but he couldn't really see her face clearly, he could only faintly see a trace of the outline and the slightly undulating quilt on her chest, leaning forward slightly like a giraffe, and he could feel her slight breath sweeping across her cheeks and nose.

This is an extremely unfamiliar touch for Shi Jing, but it is also novel, because since he was seventeen years old, he has been quietly separating himself from the world, and has drawn an insurmountable gap between himself and everyone, he never dared to delusion again, how can there be such a situation in this life, and he can meet such a person, a person who has come into contact with him, and dares to lie beside him unguardedly.

After all, no matter how well he looks now, I'm afraid it's not much different from a neuropathy.

He closed his eyes slightly, she had a very beautiful face in his mind, high forehead and big eyes, straight nose, small mouth, chin slightly upturned, neck is slender and long, and her cheeks are very delicate and elegant, when she closes her eyes, she is particularly well-behaved and cute, which makes people feel happy at a glance, but when she opens her eyes, there will be a faint smile on her face, restrained and calm, and her eyes will always float with a smile, which makes people feel polite and distant.

Perhaps, as Mo Wenlan said, her face is covered with elaborate painted skin, and the way she shows it is only what she is willing to show to everyone, just like him, they are desperately trying to hide the other side of themselves that no one knows, and no one knows whether this other side is brilliant or dark.

But what does it matter?

In his heart, whether this person opens his eyes or closes his eyes, whether he has this painting skin hanging or not, he is just as good-looking, and what he gives him is always quiet and reliable, as if as long as she is around, even the world is bright, in his dark abyss for more than ten years, she is like a lone lamp, hanging high on the edge of the abyss, the light may not shine at the bottom of the abyss, but finally there is a lamp, so that he suddenly sees the light, and also sees the direction of climbing up.

The surface of a human being is the branches and leaves of a tree, which can be polished in the direction you want to prune, but the deeper aspects, such as the root system and the inside, are innate.

While thinking, he involuntarily opened his eyes, stared at her quietly for a while, and his expression couldn't help but soften.

He kept looking at Si Qi like this, his mind was very clear, those shadow-like maggots drifted away at this moment, and the black fog that shrouded him at all times seemed to be blown away by the wind that didn't know where it came from, he looked at Si Qi fixedly, his thoughts were out of control, and he couldn't help but imagine that he was sitting in the room reading a book, and Si Qi was sitting in a place across the door from him.

She was like him, holding a book, also holding a book, also slightly hanging her head, only to see her small nose and fair skin, she was very thin, but seemed to contain great energy, the empty, cold, dark room became warm because of her presence, his life that was hastily broken seemed to be inadvertently taken back by her, although it was still full of thorns, the road was difficult, but there was a direction.

Shi Jing suddenly felt his breathing tremble inexplicably, and he finally couldn't help but want to reach out and gently touch her face, wanting to touch her soft long hair, but his thoughts were so strong, but his arm seemed to be tied to a thousand pounds of heavy iron, and he never lifted it, it was the past that he could never eliminate, and it was the cold streamer years when he lived in darkness for sixteen years.

Facing the empty room and the people close at hand, feeling her quiet but warm breath, he suddenly felt the urge to cry, probably clearly understood the distance between the two of them, it was by no means simple black and white.

Soon, the urge was as irrepressible as a flood opening the floodgates.

Finally, in this strange room, he suddenly couldn't bear to cry silently, he didn't need to make the slightest sound, not even the slightest abnormality in breathing, but the warm liquid slowly slipped down the corners of his eyes, soaking his pillow, and the sadness that even he couldn't feel himself permeated the whole room, as if it was about to turn into the background of air, soaking his whole body, making it difficult for him to escape from it again.

Before you know it, the sky is getting brighter.

Shi Jing, who opened his eyes until dawn, heard the sound of opening the door downstairs, he looked sideways at Si Qi, his face was becoming more and more warm and jade in the morning light, his skin was delicate and smooth, and his eyelashes fluttered gently with his breathing, just like the person he imagined, or even better.

After a while, he gently lifted the quilt, moved out inch by inch, got up silently* got out of bed, squatted on the side of the bed and changed clothes, and then tiptoed out.

He thought he hadn't alarmed anyone, but he didn't notice that the moment he closed the door, Si Qi opened her eyes, she blinked her eyes slightly, tilted her head, looked at the pillow that had dried up and did not leave any tears, and was silent.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, only vaguely remembered that she had been struggling and sinking in that messy and weird dream, the person in the painting she had seen in the abandoned garbage factory six years ago had inexplicably become Shi Jing, she was separated from him by an unshakable iron door, she watched him be flooded by the black fog, she seemed to be able to hear his cry for help clearly.

At the moment when Shi Jing was swallowed by the black mist, she suddenly woke up, like stepping on the air in her sleep, so that she couldn't wake up again, but the moment she opened her eyes, she remembered that there was still a person lying next to her, so she immediately pretended not to wake up and was still asleep, her eyelids were a little heavy, but her chaotic thoughts quickly regained her consciousness with good training, lying flat on the bed*, she frowned slightly and recalled her dream.

She didn't expect that she would dream of Shi Jing, and she didn't expect that he would become the person in the painting in the dream, although she had also vaguely placed Shi Jing's face on the face of the person in the painting, but this was the first time she dreamed of Shi Jing.

This strange dream made her a little difficult to accept for a while, but thinking that in the dream, Shi Jing stretched out her hand and sent her those pleas for help, and she felt a little painful, as if someone reached out and gently pinched the epidermis of her heart, and it was okay to pinch it, but the person actually squeezed it hard, and the stinging pain was like an electric current, which was quickly transmitted to her limbs and bones, making her whole person a little soft.

Soon, she suddenly found Shi Jing in the dark, crying.