Many years after this incident, I talked to Chao and Baozhu about the beginning of the matter. Because for a while, I felt that there is always a reason for such a thing, and finding the source can not only solve the mystery, but also control its potential impact on the heart. Our shared memories begin with the fact that the next night, when I went on the alarm clock, all three of us thought the same question, "Will the stove hook fall off?" I should have woken up early and see how it fell. Human curiosity can be a burst of endless creativity, but it can also touch the fear of the eternal unknown. But until then, you unfortunately don't know anything.

The second night was no different from the previous night, the only difference was that I had insomnia, Chao and Baozhu didn't know if they were asleep or not, but time became very slow, very slow, so slow that you could feel your heartbeat slower than the ticking of the alarm clock. Just waiting, never been so patient. It is indeed boring to use these brushstrokes to write a state of nothingness, but when it really comes, it is not a relief, but a chill from the bottom of my heart, it really comes. "Bell", the echo breaks the air, but it is not the shovel that can be dropped.

As you think, it is indeed a furnace, not a furnace hook, but a fire pass. The hour hand points to 6:54, and then the alarm goes off, and people are confused, and everything is as it was yesterday. However, I no longer had the urge to find out how the fire had fallen, because yesterday morning I knew that the four nails were the same, the same strong. Along the way, we still didn't talk about it, and if we didn't discuss it, when it didn't happen, it would be a good day, but what about the night?