"Mingming, let's go," the woman put a suitcase into the trunk of the car, "Mingming?" ”

I lifted my eyes from a drawing I was drawing, twisted to her and shouted, "I'm coming." ”

I glanced back at what I was drawing. It was a picture book that I really liked, 32 carat in size, and the two pages could be combined to draw 16 carats. There's a run-down villa up there. It is not a domestic villa, nor is it a pseudo-baroque villa that is everywhere in the mountains and wilderness of China, but a noble villa in Europe in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. The villa was dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, and after a fire, only part of the area had a dome, and the verandahs and semicircular staircases on both sides had lost their ceilings, and there was standing water everywhere.

"Obviously!" The woman screamed again.

"I'm coming!" I wrapped the charcoal in a tissue, put it in the spine of the picture book, clamped it, and stuffed it into my backpack.

I don't know if it would have been different if I hadn't gotten in that car, or if I had a stomach upset that day.

Sometimes I wonder if maybe everything has changed since I drew the picture.

When I got in the car, I was still thinking about the painting. It was the only image I remembered after waking up. I don't know why I painted it, but I like to paint everything that I find impressive.

The woman was in the passenger seat and kept telling the man in the driver's seat how many beautiful pictures her sister had taken from her last trip to that place, and she pulled fruit after fruit out of her handbag.

"Don't." I said a little coldly.

"Take it, you'll be thirsty in a while."

I took the apple, set it aside, and hugged the bag in my arms.

My backpack was a rucksack with a few things in it that I thought were necessary:

A bottle of water, two packets of compressed biscuits, a box of chocolates, a ruler, a bundle of ropes, a flashlight, a knife, a pack of band-aids, a box of aspirin, and a compass.

Yes, I'm a little bit paranoid.

I take this backpack with me wherever I go. These few things are always fixed in the backpack, and of course, there are two things that are fixed - my drawing book and charcoal.

The woman told me that we were going to stay on that island in the East China Sea for three days. I imagined in that moment what would happen if I were imprisoned on that island, if I drowned, if I starved to death, if we met a barbarian, if we met something unexplainable.

I know it's ridiculous, but I can't help but think so.

And often when I think so, I don't include the women and men sitting in front of me. Because they never thought we'd ever be in for something like that.

It was as if there was a force in the world that separated me from normal human beings, who lived in their space and world, and I lived in my world.

When the car drove up the highway, I couldn't help but feel a little drowsy. I leaned against the window with my sketchbook in my hand and looked out the window. I was wearing my seatbelt and sitting behind the driver's seat, curled up in a ball. I wasn't very able to fall asleep because I was afraid of getting into a car accident. Even though men have never had a problem driving, I feel more and more scared. If the odds of a major car accident are 1 in 1,000, how many times have we already traveled? Is the denominator decreasing? Does the one of the molecule always exist, and never become zero?

Such tedious trifles threatened my mind with all sorts of amplified fears. I rarely get a good night's sleep, and I have deep bags under my eyes, like a patient with kidney disease.

"Obviously, we have to board the ship." The woman said.

As the woman spoke, I realized in a trance that I had fallen into a light sleep, a very light sleep. It's a state I often have. I opened my eyes wide and looked out the window, it was raining outside. Heavy rain hit the car window and slid down the window.

Embark on a rainy day.

I waved some horrible thoughts out of my head and put on the hat on the back of my hoodie. I jumped out of the car and got into the umbrella that the woman had opened for me. It was a colorful umbrella with lace around the edges, and I don't know why a woman would buy such a non-practical umbrella.

The rain was hitting my shoulders, and I was flooded with water from the neck down, and the man got into a delivery truck from the parking lot of the dock with his arms around the woman. The car was full of people, there were no seats, like a transport bus from the airport. They were like chickens in soup, all of them trembling and hanging on the handrails above.

Then the bus braked violently, and everyone rushed forward, and the one in front was the most steady, and then the middle man was squeezed into the middle by the people behind, and there was a child who was kicked to the ground, hit the heel of a man, and then stepped on the bridge of his nose. The woman who stepped on him lost her center of gravity, it was a very fat woman, her whole body strength hung down, the fat of her whole body began to sag, the mass and inertia of everyone increased the load on the handrail, and then the hollow handrail railing broke in the middle......

"Obviously!" The woman screamed again, and I slammed the spirit, "Get in the car." ”

"......" I lowered my head and got into the car. Nothing happened in the carriage, everything was fine. All of them are like sardines crammed into cans.

The woman shoved me between her and the man, huddled together, and the bus began to shakile forward. We successfully boarded the ship.

Honestly, it's a pretty island. The island is not big and the weather cleared up shortly after we got on the boat. Everything is starting to brighten. The woman gave me her umbrella and asked me to help her put it away. I folded the umbrella very carefully. I'm afraid of sharp things, and anything smaller than an eyeball can make me think something that isn't good. Yes, in a way, maybe I'm a little bit obsessive-compulsive.

I put the umbrella away neatly, put it on, and put it back in her handbag. Then I walked away from the dock with the apple in my arms and followed the crowd.

It's a very pristine island. The pier is paved with planks and stones, and there will be a sour feeling when you walk up. I fantasized that the island was the back of some kind of animal that would sink immediately. The idea is just too common to be threatened. I looked at the pristine surroundings and the few man-made buildings around me, while carefully observing the road under my feet. I like to write down all the roads so that it is easy to return to a safe place. In order to maintain its pristine label, the island does not have too many man-made buildings. Many people picnic and camp here, and colorful tents are pitched on all sides. There are a variety of wooden open-air bars scattered along the road, crammed with locals and tourists alike.

It's a half-developed island.

I followed the woman for more than an hour and watched her pick out all kinds of small goods. These may not be local. I know that they are also shipped in and sold to ignorant tourists for up to ten times or twenty times. And I don't know what kind of harmful chemicals are used.

I can't stop women from buying those things, my words never work, women will say, "Don't do that, just want to have fun." ”

The crowd settled on the edge of the hill. The men began to set up tents, and the women mingled with their companions. They chat, they share, they test each other. I set up tents for men, and I wasn't interested in other kids or teenagers my age.

I checked the grass, then sat down and pulled the drawing book out of my bag. I started to turn from the first page. The first page is a portrait. It's rudimentary because it was painted when I was eight years old. That's a friend of mine. A good playmate. His hair was naturally curly and thin, but his limbs were strong, like a tiny cheetah.

When did I start having paranoia...... Yes, probably since he left. I can't remember why we separated, there are always many things that people can't remember very well, and can only remember the results.

I looked at the portrait for a moment, then flipped back.

The second picture is of a huge fish. The man caught it. White eyes widened, mouth long, blood spilling from its scales and throat. I dreamed about it, and I got up and drew it.

The third picture -

"Obviously," the man called me. I closed the sketchbook and looked at him, "Hand me the knife, the one over there." ”

I saw the knife in the bag and the fruit in the man's hand.

Why should I hand the knife? He knew I never dared to use a knife. I did my best to overcome my fears, stay calm, and walk towards the knife. I picked it up, and it was a little bit heavy. I saw that I handed the knife to the man, and then the man didn't catch it accurately, the scabbard slipped down and the knife stabbed into the tip of my toe......

"Thank you." The man said.

I came to my senses. The knife was in the man's hand, and he looked at me with some questions: "What's wrong?" ”

“…… Seasickness. I said.

"Go out in the sun for a while. It's going to be fine. The man said, bowing his head and leaving me alone.

I think he might be cursing me, secretly thinking that he had lost a good chance to kill me. But at the same time, I warned myself that it was impossible. He wouldn't do that, it wouldn't do him any good.

I scrambled my bag and sketchbook in my arms and headed deeper into the woods. Before leaving, I looked back and saw that the women were talking and laughing with the men, and other people's children and teenagers were also playing nearby. Nothing will go wrong with my departure.

I just think of a place where no one is less

Behind the tent complex is a downward slope, all grass, and the sun grows high

The author has something to say: don't stop me, I just want to try anti-theft replacement at night

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