When I woke up, I felt like I was blind, I couldn't see anything around me, and the dark tablecloth blocked my vision so tightly that no light slipped out. I don't feel cold, strange to say, I should be in the open space behind the Niangniang Temple now, but I feel that there seems to be a central air conditioner in the ceiling above my head in bursts of warm air.

The stone pier beneath him became a soft theater table and chair, and gradually, the eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and the stage in front of him was a familiar one, which was the school auditorium.

The auditorium was empty, and there was no one until the curtain was raised, and a slender girl sat in front of a piano in the center of the stage, and the light shone on her, making her look even more thin. The girl was dressed in a snow-white dress, sitting on the piano bench, her fingers beating flexibly on the keys, but she couldn't hear the sound.

I paced over, hoping to see her clearly, and when I was about ten meters away, she suddenly stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me, giving a sweet, harmless smile.

"Snow!" the voice couldn't help but gush out of his throat. The edges of the girl's body glowed with a silvery glow, and she looked at me motionlessly. I quickened my pace, and only one step away, she vanished out of thin air, leaving nothing behind, the dust on her clothes, her black hair, her warm breathing, all vanished as she did.

I stood on the stage and looked around, and I didn't know when the audience was full. Doochy walked slowly from the backstage.

"Ah, poor man, what are you still doing?" she said as she walked up to me.

"I—this?" I was speechless.

"I don't want to see you, I don't want to touch you with my hands stained with dirty blood, you better go back quickly, don't wait for me any longer. "The scene of the stage is set up as a prison full of metal locks, and everything happens quietly.

"Xue Ning?" Is this the drama? I thought silently in my heart.

"I'm going back," Doki said, turning to leave.

"Wait, where is this, why are you here?" I shouted at her.

"This is where I should be. ”

I was no more than a plastic iron window away from her, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break the plastic props, "Wait!" I shouted. Doki turned his head, the tears in his eyes glistening like diamonds in the light, and left the stage with great struggle.

The audience burst into deafening applause like thunder and lightning, and I let go of the iron window in my hand, covered my head, and squatted on the ground. I want to tell the people in the audience that this is not a play, this is true, but the calculated expressions, the deliberate body movements, and the faces with the same expressions, there is no sympathy to be seen.

The more painful I was, the more enthusiastic the audience became. They may have liked it and admired their acting skills from the bottom of their hearts. But all the performances at this moment are not real, they are deeper than the real emotional carving, like rose petals falling down one by one.

The curtain fell, and darkness enveloped the surroundings like solidified fat. The cheers from the audience hit the stage layer by layer like ocean waves.

"Doki, can you tell me what happened? Snow, can you tell me where you are?" I muttered to myself, "and..."

And something just stuck in a bottomless place at a narrow entrance.

"What are you doing there?" a solid voice came from afar.