The nightmare that befell on the eve of graduation was like a person walking in the dark and accidentally stepping on dog poop, which caught people off guard. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This nightmare was like a vicious black mamba, spitting out strange letters, but it didn't poison me, but it just took away that beautiful memory and made me dream for ten years.

We chatted until 3 a.m. at a restaurant near the University of Liberal Arts, Yuan was driving Mei Ge and Xu Lu home, and Geng Hao, Yin Deji, and Lu Zehuan each went to stop the car.

Fu Wenxin and I said goodbye to them and went back to school, when we came out, the street was empty, a chill hit, and we wrapped our clothes tightly.

Across an alley is the West Gate of the University of Liberal Arts.

I don't know how many small alleys like this there are in Beijing, compared with the ring road and the avenue, they are like capillaries, although they are inconspicuous, but they have their own value.

Walking in, walking out, like passing through Doraemon's space-time gate, can be much shorter than expected to reach the destination.

These alleys are the veritable conscience of the city, and although they are dirty and messy compared to the upscale neighborhoods, they carry the dreams of all people. Most of the low-rise buildings on both sides are inhabited by students or working people who are going to graduate school, because the housing prices are low, and they can afford it.

From here, you may come out of the inventors and super-rich of the future, you may come out of the IT elite and economists of the future, or you may be the dreamers who have achieved nothing in their lives.

Just like Dickens's London ghetto and Balzac's Parisian poor neighborhood, these dilapidated alleys are full of life and market slang, witnessing failure and success, but also hiding filth, sin and evil desires.

Fu Wenxin and I walked side by side, chatting about our plans after graduation as usual.

She said she didn't want to stay in Beijing unless she fell in love with a city for the sake of being alone.

I said that cities are more reliable than people, and if it were me, I would rather fall in love with a city before falling in love with a lover.

She said that cities and people are not reliable, people are changing, cities are becoming faster, demolished and built, built and demolished, and it only takes five years for a city to be unrecognizable.

I pointed to the low-rise buildings on both sides of the alley and said, "Will the people who live in them die of their dreams?"

She said that they chased their dreams, but they were trapped by dreams, just because they were in this mountain, the city was like a cage, and their dreams were like locks, and they didn't know their situation.

At this time, there were four or five people behind him, making trouble, and the students who thought that they should also be out of the party returned to school, so they didn't pay much attention.

When they approached, one of them shouted, "It's him." ”

Before I could react, a yellow hair shook in front of my eyes.

Then, my head was slammed into the hard object, my body shook, my eyes blackened, and I temporarily lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was lying on the ground, with a splitting headache, groggy and unable to find my way, my ears buzzing, and I had been attacked.

In the blur, only one hand was seen, and there was a tattoo on the hand - the head of a white tiger,

When I wanted to stand up, I couldn't exert my strength at all, and my whole body was as soft as if bones had been pulled out.

There was a warm feeling on my forehead on the left, and I touched it with my hand, and my hand was covered with blood.

Countless roaring trains around me rushed by, and my body was crushed...... In the midst of the manic mechanical collision, I heard Fu Wenxin's voice, and she called out my name: "Xiaoyu! ”

Her voice was clear and anxious, leaving me distressed and desperate. Such despair even surpassed the desperation of the mudslide in the mountains of Kangding.

I twisted painfully on the ground, searching for Fu Wenxin's voice in the dark, thinking of her safety, I had to get up.

I prayed to God not to let Fu Wenxin have an accident and prayed that God would give me strength.

At the same time, the blood in my body was surging, and I wanted to stand up even if I ran out of life. If the scoundrels in front of me do something unreasonable to her, I swear that I will pull their hides alive even if I die.

Blood flowed into my eyes, blurring my vision, and I could only see the dim streetlights like the hairy moon before a thunderstorm, and a disgusting yellow mist-like thing clouded in front of me, terrifying and evil.

The image of Fu Wenxin appeared in my mind, still the same as when she was in high school, in the warm air, a pure and beautiful little girl, wearing a blue dress, standing on the lawn and smiling at me, the sun generously covering her long hair in a shawl.

Suddenly, the sky was overcast, dark clouds were overcast, and several creepy hungry wolves jumped out of the darkness, spitting out filthy tongues, dripping filth in their mouths, and their eyes glowing with a faint blue green light, intending to pounce on the lovely girl.

She looked at me helplessly, like a lamb in danger, with despair and fear in her eyes.

This is a scene that I seem to have dreamed of, so familiar.

Miraculously the power passed from the earth to my body, just as the power of God's will was transmitted from the earth to Samson the gladiator. I staggered to my feet, but before I could stand firmly, I saw a hand waving a stick and slashing at me, still the same hand tattooed with a huge white tiger head.

I was so dizzy that I collapsed to the ground.

I was groping and crawling on the ground, just trying to grab anything to get me up and go save my girl.

Warm blood flowed down my neck and down my chest.

My consciousness became more and more blurred, and a bottomless dry well gradually appeared under my body, and I was being dragged to the bottom of the well by an invisible force, trying to cry out and struggle, but all in vain.

heard Fu Wen's heart-rending shout: "Xiaoyu, help!" ”

And the wanton lewd laughter of those hooligans.

"Chick, the skin is so good."

"It's so beautiful, Lao Tzu has never been to such a beautiful girl when he is so old, I have a beautiful girl tonight."

"Damn, brothers, this is the best tonight, let's enjoy it slowly, the little brother didn't take it in vain."

"Such a beautiful girl, just listening to the sound of the bed, Lao Tzu has to a few times."

Then Fu Wenxin screamed with a crying voice: "Get out!" Help me! ”

"Ouch, the beauty is quite strong, it's useless to scream, no one will help you in the middle of the night, and I'll let you look at you later."

"That's right, take off your clothes and pants obediently, lest we help you, otherwise don't blame the brothers for not knowing how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, you have to suffer, haha."

Then came the sound of clothes being torn, and Fu Wen's heart-rending cry: "Help! ”

She cried, and her voice was so poignant and helpless that it was heartbreaking.

The girl I love is in crisis, and there is nothing I can do about it.

In the midst of the blur, I still soberly prayed to God for a deal - to exchange everything I had for the girl's safety.

But I couldn't do anything but lie on the ground in resentment, letting a few beasts that wanted to do anything wrong besiege my girl.

My heart seemed to be tightly tied with hemp rope, and the more it was tied, the tighter and tighter it became, and finally it was tied in a dead knot. Tears welled up and flowed into my neck, and I couldn't tell which was the tears and which was the blood.