Broken memories, quiet in the deepest part of the dream, waiting for their own outcast, to piece it together. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

2011.5.3AM6.00

Ling Sichen woke up from a dream and rubbed his eyes that were a little uncomfortable, the white ceiling, the square chandelier, the quilt that was kicked out of bed, and the neatly placed Gundam and various figures on the computer desk in the corner.

Kindness... Still here, still in this room of their own.

Ling Sichen got up and sat up, looking at the figure on the table, a little distracted......

"Six o'clock, it's still early, let's go to bed again." I looked at the time again, and got ready to get some sleep. When I touched the pillow again, I felt some wetness on my cheeks.

"It's this dream again, it's so annoying, this feeling. I woke up, but I don't remember anything, it's really a selfish dream. Ling Sichen sighed.

"It's also a sad dream, and is it a labyrinth?" I closed my eyes again, but I couldn't sleep. Open the window, the sky is a little cloudy, Ling Sichen is a little drumming in his heart, although the rainy day is his favorite, and the day of this season is the most rainy, but at least today, I don't want it to rain, today is a rare Andromeda meteor shower, Ling Sichen's Xingcheng is one of the few areas in China that can be watched, and as a "star" teenager of the Astronomical Society, how can I miss such a rare opportunity.

The mood was made more depressed by the weather, and I went to the washstand to clean myself up, and I stayed up all night to sleep and tossed in "other people's dreams" for several days, and recently I have been having this memoryless dream, and every time I wake up, I feel more tired than running a five-kilometer run. Ling Sichen felt that he had lost a lot of weight, and sometimes when he looked at his pale face in the mirror, he was actually a little strange.

Ling Sichen cleaned up in the mirror, in fact, his facial features were average, but they were quite delicate when put together, coupled with some pale face, it always gave people a feeling of sickness, even so, it was still ordinary, unlike his brother, who would shine everywhere. In Qin Sisi's words, "Ling Sichen, a grass chicken, is placed in the crowd, probably just looking at it even again, and it's almost the same as anyone else." If you have to find a bright spot on this face, it can only be the eyes, Ling Sichen has deep eyes, but he is always drowned by the bangs that are too eyebrow, and no one pays attention.

Ling Sichen has a cousin, Ling Sinan, who is three months older than him, in the best private high school in the city, in short, he is rich and handsome, the important thing is that he is a good person, his academic performance is perfect, and his taste is not to mention, the only drawback is that he is cold, he is silent, and he has a paralyzed expression all day long, which is too difficult to get close to. At this point, Ling Sichen, who is sullen by nature, learns very similarly, but in exchange for his classmates, "Autism." "It's so sullen!" "He must be a man with a story!" In short, my brother is the person Ling Sichen envies the most and wants to become the same person as him.

He looked at his watch, it was not early, and hurriedly cleaned up and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

After eating breakfast in a hurry, I picked up my bag and ran out. The sky is still gloomy, and the dragonflies around are also looking down depressedly, this kind of day, the cicadas can't move.

It's summer again, and the declining child Ling Sichen will turn 18 years old, a junior in high school who has no pursuits and no growth. It's mundane and it's special.

When Ling Sichen was ten years old, he couldn't find his dream. He has been dreaming "other people's dreams", not dreaming of others, but dreaming the same as others, sometimes from someone else's point of view, or as a bystander. Most of these dreams have nothing to do with each other, the only thing that is the same is that there is no Ling Sichen in these dreams, and he has had such dreams for 17 years.

This is Ling Sichen's secret, in these dreams, he can see a lot of things that he can't see or see through on weekdays. The people in the dream are often the most real. From someone else's point of view, Ling Sichen could even have fragments of that person's memories in his dreams. It's still a bit difficult to remember when you wake up.

Despite this, Ling Sichen couldn't take the initiative to control whose dreams he had, he once wanted to go to the director's dream to see what the exam questions were, but he didn't even dream of it as a class teacher. Even if she catches something, she can kill her majesty.

It turns out that these dreams do not bring him any convenience, only the troubles of others. Ling Sichen once fantasized that he might be a special character.

If he could, he would prefer his dreams, with his own, ordinary enough.

The only dream he remembered was the labyrinth, a labyrinth that he could never finish, he was still a young man, and in this dream, he was just a bystander, looking at himself in the labyrinth, unable to do anything. He didn't know why he was in the maze, why he was trapped in this maze, he watched himself reach forward, trying to hold something, but every time he fell short, the huge maze, he was alone. Such a dream, he had for a whole month, a maze, no exit, perhaps he has not found it yet. This month, Ling Sichen was almost always woken up by his mother crying, he didn't know why he was crying, it was not a sad dream. Every time he woke up, his mother would patiently coax him to continue sleeping, and after falling asleep again, he never dreamed again.

At the end of the labyrinth dream, something terrible happened, which may have affected Ling Sichen's life, and his parents were gone. After that, I never saw the labyrinth again, maybe I was lost there. This only dream has become the last thing he wants to think about.

Ling Sichen's high school is very close to home, less than 500 meters away in a straight line, and the school's plastic runway is longer than this. But there are fields in the middle, the obstruction of the new community, although it is a new area, but there is still a place that has not been developed, the place in front of Ling Sichen's house is less than 100 meters, and it is still the kind of second-floor small house built by the suburbs, together with the small bungalows in the back, the picture is slightly inconsistent. To get to school, he had to go around three alleys from the front to get to the main road, and then go a hundred meters to the right.

All the way, there are students from the second high school, because the school is in a new area, and the school dormitory is tight, many students who are far away choose to rent a house nearby. Walking to the newsstand at the school gate, Ling Sichen suddenly remembered that Zhang Ze at the next table asked him to help bring the latest game newspaper, Zhang Ze was the weight bearer of the class, the standard game house, and together with Ling Sichen and others, he was the "back row guard" of the class.

For a student who is already in his third year of high school, Ling Sichen's daily life is already easy and happy, he is the standard three-point line, home, school and Internet café, this is the line that connects them, probably life, Ling Sichen understands it this way, now he has a new computer in exchange for a part-time job, and he doesn't even have to go to an Internet café. In fact, most people are like this, the so-called "otaku". At this point, Ling Sichen is a little self-taught. The only thing that makes him feel meaningful is lying on the roof of his house late every night, putting on headphones, looping the song of the Japanese singer Aimer, and looking up at the starry sky. At this time, Ling Sichen is the quietest, sometimes he doesn't think about anything, he just keeps watching it, and he won't get bored, and sometimes, he thinks a lot. The surrounding world has just become lively at this time, the new city has only been developed for a few years, but the progress is fast and hot, surrounded by bars, KTV, these entertainment venues, Ling Sichen's second high school in the middle is abrupt. He doesn't miss the old town, it was so quiet, the silent world always made people feel panicked, but now it is lively, but it is even more reassuring.

This kind of life has not changed until the third year of high school, which is a little boring. In fact, Ling Sichen himself knows that the meaning of the third year of high school may be a new starting point in his life.

"On that day, people recall the fear of being dominated by them!" As soon as I entered the classroom, I heard Wang Yongshuai looking at the new ones everywhere, Ling Sichen was a little speechless, he was also chasing the new ones, playing games, people are class representatives, and he is the tail of the crane, this is someone else's child, the gap between people is really inexplicable.

"Oh, your game newspaper." Ling Sichen slapped the newspaper on Zhang Ze's desk and began to clean up his seat.

"Ha, it's really my good comrade-in-arms, I invite you to eat the best Li Ji stinky tofu at the school gate after school", Zhang Ze's fat hand hooked Ling Sichen's neck next door, Ling Sichen got stuck in his throat in one breath and didn't come up, and hurriedly broke free and began to cough.

"Forget it, I have something to go out tonight, next time."

"Huh?" Zhang Ze's surprised expression was very exaggerated, "Aren't you the most idle Ling Sichen in the whole grade, you actually said that you had something to do at night!" ”

"I still have my own business, don't make me look like a vagrant." Ling Sichen replied angrily.

"Oh~" Zhang Ze deliberately raised his voice, "It can make you squat at home and come out of the hole at night, is it possible for you... You're in love! Oh my God, are you going to break away from the organization, too soon! Ling Sichen is out of the group! ”

Ling Sichen couldn't listen to it anymore, and hurriedly covered Zhang Ze's fat lips, but Zhang Ze turned around and dodged it.

Unexpectedly... He's a fat man with a lot of flexibility.

"Ling Sichen, Ling Sichen, have you forgotten our revolutionary friendship for so long, and how we swore an oath in the first place? Now you have abandoned our relationship for so long for the sake of a person of the opposite sex? It was horrible, I got tons of injuries. Si Chen, I will not forget you, the next time I see you, I will definitely pour holy gasoline on your heads and burn your filthy flesh and soul with the karmic fire of righteousness! Zhang Ze said as he waved his arms.

I really admire his acting skills. Ling Sichen's face was full of black lines, who swore an oath to you, hey! Don't say those misleading words, it's a dull soul! I just want to be a quiet man!

"I said you guys, it's really enough trouble, it's the third year of high school, don't pay attention to it, go back to your seat quickly, the teacher will come in a while, it's not good to see it, go back to self-study, Zhang Ze, you are really, this kind of joke will bring trouble to Si Chen." Wang Yongshuai, you too, don't look like a class representative at all. But it's good to see Si Chen like this, because you've been sullen lately, and you don't like to talk, which makes people feel too gloomy, so it's supposed to be like this. But no matter what, nothing should be a reason for you not to study at night! Squad leader Cheng Xue couldn't look at it, hurriedly came over to control the scene, and said seriously.

When Cheng Xue returned to his position, Ze Fat was coaxed on the side. This time, Ling Sichen didn't react. Looking at her back, she was a little sluggish.

Even if it's in love, you have to be a person like the class leader, intellectual, good personality, considerate, and most importantly, you look so good with glasses. Ling Sichen thought so.

Ling Sichen likes the class leader a little, and others can see that he is too stiff, every time Cheng Xue makes a move, he immediately follows the rhythm, whether it is a club or a student union.

Why do you like Cheng Xue, Ling Sichen is not very clear. I still remember the first time I saw Cheng Xue, when the school had just started, and the school had just started recruiting new clubs, Ling Sichen went over to take a look, the playground was crowded, and he finally squeezed forward to get a club sheet. I wanted to report to an anime club thinking that I could see the girls' cosplay, but I was dispelled by the long queue in front of me, Ling Sichen swayed around the playground with his head wilted, and when he was tired, he sat under the basketball hoop, staring at the shoelaces and starting to wander indefinitely. It was at this time that Cheng Xue appeared, when he was helpless and fugue.

"This classmate, can I help you? Oh, I forgot to introduce, I'm Cheng Xue in the second grade, hello. ”

Ling Sichen was startled, and looked up at her, with delicate facial features on her fair cheeks, round-framed glasses on her small nose, and long hair tied into braids at the back of her head. Dressed in a white skirt, with her hands on her knees, she bent down to look at him in front of him. At the moment of staring at each other, Ling Sichen staggered his gaze in a little panic. "How... What's wrong? ”

"Oooh! You're a freshman, right?,I'm looking at your classmates.,I wonder if there's anything I can help you.,You're holding the leaflet of the animation club in your hand.,Are you worried about this?,It's okay.,The president of the animation club is my friend.,I can help you sign up.。 Cheng Xue tilted her head and smiled at Ling Sichen, who was stunned.

At that time, Ling Sichen felt that he had been attacked, and a throbbing heart of the young man jumped suddenly. When he peeked just now, he noticed the small card on Cheng Xue's chest, "Star Chasing Club", Ling Sichen thought carefully.

"Uh... No, I didn't want to join the animation club, in fact, I wanted to go to the Star Chasing Club, but I never found it, so I was a little troubled, uh, hehe..."It's so fake, Ling Sichen, who can't stand it himself, scratched his head and smirked at Cheng Xue.

"Huh? It's a coincidence, I'm the president of the Star Chasing Club, it's really helpful, you wait, I'll get you the registration form. Cheng Xue turned around and got into the crowd, her long pigtails swaying mischievously behind her, shaking Ling Sichen straight up.

Ling Sichen shouted in his heart that the plan was clear, and he was full of joy waiting for the senior sister's registration form, when someone patted him on the back, and a sweet and excited voice came, "Classmate, do you need to apply for the club?" ”

Ling Sichen was still rippling, and he didn't look back and said, "No need, I just finished reporting, eh, let me tell you, that senior sister Cheng Xue just now is so beautiful, absolutely temperamental, and intellectual, much better than the most beautiful freshman Qin Sisi in the legend!" Ling Sichen didn't forget to gossip about it.

"Oh? Yes, have you seen Qin Sisi? The voice that had been sweet and excited just now suddenly became gloomy.

"No, whatever, it's definitely not as good-looking as the senior sister anyway."

"Then I'll show you now!". Before he finished speaking, a pair of slender little hands slapped Ling Sichen's face with a "snap", twisted his head back with some strength, and turned around with the whole person. Only then did he realize that the other party was a girl, and she was very good-looking, but now this good-looking face, puffing out her mouth, staring at Ling Sichen fiercely with big eyes, only then did she remember what she said just now.

"If nothing else, you are the famous little beauty Qin Sisi, haha." Ling Sichen smiled awkwardly.

"Well... Hum! Qin Sisi let go of Ling Sichen's head, shook his head and left, and the long ponytail shook him in the face. It's really unlucky to offend the new school flower when school first starts, ahaha". Ling Sichen touched his face and sniffed his nose, "Aha, it turns out that the shampoo used for school flowers tastes the same as mine!" At this time, Cheng Xue had already run over from afar.

Ling Sichen is a frank person, he thinks Cheng Xue is good-looking, so he said it, and he didn't forget to share it with the people around him, but he was a little hindsight.

"I'm sorry, the registration form is out, but it doesn't matter, I'm the president, you just tell me your name, and you are welcome to report at any time." Cheng Xue stretched out her hand to Ling Sichen.

"Ling Sichen, senior sister is good." Ling Sichen has had a problem with sweating his hands since he was a child, so he quickly wiped the sweat on his palms on his legs, his hands were still wet, and when he hesitated not to shake hands, Cheng Xue grabbed his hand.

"That's good! In the future, we will not only be classmates, but also advise." Cheng Xue tilted her head and smiled at him who was stunned. "Ling Sichen, you like to be in a daze."

After that, I went to the club to deal with some trivial matters, I thought the star chasing club was the kind of star chasing that was the nature of idols, and I found out that it was originally chasing "stars", in fact, it was the astronomical club, usually a few people got together to discuss the dimensions of the universe and the like, highlighting the forced style, Cheng Xue would occasionally tell them some stories about the stars, and take them to the rooftop to know some common constellations. This is more in line with Ling Sichen's taste. However, most of the members who came to sign up were boys, and Ling Sichen felt in his heart that these people must be plotting against each other and going to the senior sister, and their thoughts were not pure at all. He had neglected his purpose. However, the senior sister takes care of the student union, plus the entrance examination and the promotion to the third year of high school, she almost doesn't come to the club much, and gradually, the group of people dispersed, leaving only one Ling Sichen, who can occasionally meet Cheng Xue a few times. He liked it, and he was pure. At that time, he was watching from afar. Originally, Cheng Xue was going to study abroad, but Ling Sichen was sad for a while, but then an accident happened, something happened to Cheng Xue's family, her parents divorced, and the general reason was that the extramarital affair was like this, Cheng Xue was with her mother. During that time, she had been dealing with family affairs and delayed her original plan to study abroad, so Cheng Xue chose to repeat her studies and wanted to take the local school entrance examination so that she could accompany her mother.

These are all things she told Ling Sichen herself, and others don't know. Ling Sichen doesn't like evening self-study, every time he runs away under the pretext of club activities, the ghost guesses that he just wants to run away, but he really went to the club, and the Star Chasing Club is on the top floor of Building 5, and even the rooftop is their space. After Cheng Xue left, the club was basically empty, which became Ling Sichen's personal space, and Ling Sichen always came to the club on time for self-study every night. Clean up, open a window to let in the air, water the potted plants on the windowsill, and then lie on the rooftop alone, looking at the stars in the sky in a daze.

Cheng Xue handed over the president to Ling Sichen in the second semester of her junior year of high school.

That day, Ling Sichen skipped the evening self-study to come to the club as usual, what made him strange was that there was no lock on the door all the way, pushed the door open, and a cool night breeze blew, and he was surprised to find that the window was opened, and the small flowers on the windowsill were also watered, swaying in the night breeze. Ling Sichen is not puzzled, in addition to the director, there are only two keys to this club, one is in his hand, and the other is naturally kept by the former president, the director will definitely not be kind enough to come to help him take care of the club, so there is only one person left, but she should be busy with studying abroad now. Ling Sichen still likes it in her heart, she can still think of this at this time. I guess I'm still a little reluctant.

The wind was a little noisy tonight, and Ling Sichen closed the window slightly to avoid blowing down a few small potted plants. I was almost packed, and I was ready to go to the rooftop to pass the time as usual, but the door to the rooftop was not locked. With some kind of expectation in my heart, I carefully pushed the door open...

On the rooftop, a somewhat unfamiliar silhouette sat down in that familiar position, the wind blowing the skirt and swaying in the night sky, Ling Sichen approached cautiously, for fear of shocking the tranquility of this moment. turned around, it was her, Cheng Xue.

is different from the previous Cheng Xue. The long hair that was not tied up with a silk rope floated in the wind like seaweed, her already fair cheeks looked even paler, her glasses were put aside, and she was wearing the dress that Ling Sichen had when she first saw her, and the streamers on her skirt were blown up by the wind, so beautiful that a flower bloomed on Ling Sichen's heart.

Cheng Xue looked at him sideways, tilted her head and smiled at Ling Sichen, just this smile, Ling Sichen's heart was about to break. He has never seen Cheng Xue sad, as if every time he sees her, she is always busy, as if she has no time to do anything else, occasionally in the library, she is so quiet, people can't bear to disturb, except for these, Ling Sichen has only seen her laugh, Cheng Xue in his impression, always likes to tilt her head and smile at him, but now, she is laughing so sadly, she is about to cry, and she has to laugh at him.

Ling Sichen handed a piece of tissue paper to Cheng Xue and sat next to her, not knowing what to say, and finally Cheng Xue broke the silence.

"Do you mind hearing something sad?"

"How so?"

It was this night that Cheng Xue confided in him, Ling Sichen would not comfort others, he felt that when people were sad, if they heard something worse than themselves, they might feel balanced, so he wanted to tell Cheng Xue about his experience. But until Cheng Xue fell asleep on his shoulder, he just kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay to cry, that's fine, don't be reckless." ”

When Ling Sichen was sad, he just wanted someone to say to him, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The next day, Ling Sichen asked for leave and sent her back to rest. It was probably at that time that he began to worry about caring about this person, Ling Sichen didn't like anyone, and he didn't know what this feeling was, but he was a sensitive and easily moved person.

As for whether Cheng Xue likes him or not, he is not sure, but at least in her heart, Ling Sichen feels that she is still a little special, just like she always calls others by their full names, and when she mentions him, she is exempt from her surname. Of course, this was just Ling Sichen's one-sided idea, he didn't think about it more, Ling Sichen was too inferior, especially after that night, he felt even more humble. Cheng Xue is like a meteor shower coming tonight for him, you look forward to it, it is coming, bringing you the most beautiful feeling while fleeting, after all, it is just passing by in front of your eyes, and their destination is not here. Ling Sichen is self-aware.

When he came back to his senses, it was almost class, Ling Sichen was bored, staring out the window in a daze. He didn't really care about graduation, for him, it was already very satisfying to be able to get a college degree in Pheasant University, as long as he could go out of town. So the greater the pressure, the lazier Ling Sichen became, probably meaning that the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

The gloomy sky outside the window made Ling Sichen look fascinated, if he had to set a color for his life, it would definitely be the same as this sky, it was a dark gray, monotonous and gloomy. Ling Sichen is always so pessimistic, even the teacher always likes to use him as a negative teaching material, once the history teacher assigned the thinking topic of "why did the dynasties fall", others are reading the textbook materials, and the answer is only four words, "fate is destined".

"Destiny is predestined"! "My God, Ling Sichen, if you think about it, what are you putting in your head? I don't believe that you can hold back these four words just by flipping through the book, what can you do, I think you are also destined to do this. The whole person is lifeless, pessimistic, and has no imagination at all. The history teacher made a big fuss about Ling Sichen's homework.

In fact, Ling Sichen's imagination is rich, after all, so many years of anime are not in vain, Ling Sichen sits on the standard window seat of the protagonist in the anime, when he is in a daze, he always imagines that he is a certain protagonist, at this time a small black book will fall from the sky, oh no, a meteor, right in the middle of the playground, and then a team of people and horses dressed in scientific and technological heavy armor will come out of the smoke, walk towards the onlookers, kneel in front of him, and say in a heavy voice like electronics, "Your Royal Highness, please stop your plan to travel around the universe, The home planet is under threat from the Zerg, and we need your guidance, come back and save us. And Ling Sichen would put on his exclusive handsome robe under the envious and surprised eyes of everyone, walked up to Cheng Xue, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, when I have calmed down the war on my home planet, I will come back to recover this dirty earth, and on the day of my triumph, you will be my queen." Then he kissed her on the cheek and walked away. Or fantasizing that he actually has some kind of hidden bloodline, that he is fostered in mortal life, waiting for the day to come, etc., these fantasies are not focused on the form in which he will save the mother planet or himself, but in how he will blind others.

This feeling is super grippy.

Ling Sichen is at most yy himself, to be honest, he feels quite ashamed after thinking about it himself, after all, it is not a good thing to let others know that his second disease is so serious. All he could do was dream.

Ling Sichen's pessimism is also accumulated over time, he likes a game called "LIMBO" very much, the content tells the story of an autistic boy and his sister had a car accident, his sister unfortunately died, the weak and autistic boy went to the border of hell in order to find his sister, on the long way, all kinds of difficult levels, through the river of the underworld, through the lonely wilderness, jumping over deep ravines, countless traps, and huge spiders to block, the boy is very fragile, he doesn't even have a blood bar, and he will fall to death if he jumps off a higher place, Then read the file again, Ling Sichen was abused enough every time. What he was really attracted to was the style of painting and the atmosphere created by this game, as for the depth and meaning, he didn't care very much, this game only had two colors, black and white, no BGM, occasionally there would be one or two insect calls or birdsong, children can't speak, Ling Sichen felt that the environment he lived in was the same as him, suffocating. The child passed through many dangers and obstacles because he had faith in his heart, and his sister was waiting for him, but Ling Sichen's heart was empty. At the end of the game, the boy flew over the chainsaw, crossed the border of life and death and came to the back of the girl, the girl kept turning over something on the ground, there was an intact hanging ladder in front of their eyes, when the girl turned around, the white subtitles popped up, and then returned to the scene just now, both of them were gone, leaving half of the broken hanging ladder, and flying insects on both sides. Ling Sichen stared at the screen for a long time, as if something was in his heart.

In the blank time when the subtitles appeared, the boy took the girl's hand and climbed the ladder, the boy quickly reached the top, when he reached out to pull the girl again, the ladder broke, the boy was too weak, he couldn't pull the girl up, the girl didn't want to bother him, he threw off his hand and fell down, but the boy didn't leave, he jumped down with it, the grass buried their bodies, maybe the girl dug at the beginning, it was her own grave, when the girl turned back, her face may be with the hideousness of the country, but the boy didn't care. This is the ending in Ling Sichen's heart, in his opinion, the protagonist is a stupid child, obviously a dead person and fantasizes about taking her out of hell, but he didn't realize that he was already a dead person the moment he entered the border. If I knew that this would be the end, would I have chosen to take the first step desperately? Ling Sichen thought a lot...

Will the faith in the heart allow it? Maybe from the beginning, I just wanted to accompany her...

The teacher was late, Ling Sichen kept staring out the window in a daze, his wind-blown eyes were dry, he rolled his eyes, blinked vigorously, and decided to take a nap first, and after arranging with Ze Fat for the teacher to wake him up, he pillowed his hands and went to Zhou Gong.

The damp wind blew in through the half-open window, caressing the young man's quiet cheeks with the temperature exclusive to this season.

"Hey, wake up, the head teacher is here, hurry up." Zhang Ze was able to push Ling Sichen with his hand.

A middle-aged woman with a thick book and black-rimmed glasses walked up to the blackboard, waved chalk, and subtracted one day from the countdown to the college entrance examination in the upper left corner. Then he looked at his classmates and coughed twice. The next thing is "time is getting less and less," "if you don't hurry up, you won't have a chance" and the like, and after the end, I don't want to take special care of Ling Sichen, "A confident person like Ling Sichen can not worry about what I say."

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Ling Sichen pretended to look at the scenery outside the window, he heard a lot of ridicule like this, every time he would look around at the scenery to avoid the head teacher's needle-like gaze, but he also inadvertently avoided another concerned look. It's not for him alone, the head teacher usually says that everyone in the back row is a confident person, but recently he has been absent from class more and more, and it is inevitable that he will be targeted.

With that out of the way, the class began.

"Eh, Ling Sichen, guess what I dreamed about the day before yesterday?" Zhang Ze flipped through the game newspaper under the table, and whispered to Ling Sichen.

"You shouldn't dream that you turned into Dongma and went to brush Silent Hill alone, ah~" He hadn't slept enough yet, yawning all day.

", brother, God, you can guess this, it's really worthy of a white scientist, isn't it connected to the plane with you, no, I remember that I was a single brush, have you ever had this kind of dream?" Ze Fat had big nerves, didn't control the volume well, and was listened to by the head teacher. Originally, the back row almost belonged to the three-regardless zone, and you just blew it, and your voice was so arrogant that you were wrong. Don't forget to hurt him before leaving.

"Si Chen, you calculate me!"

Ling Sichen smiled bitterly, the day before yesterday he just had his dream, and he really took this Ze fat, he could make such a mess, and the powerless Dongma wanted to brush the terrifying ghost place like Silent Ridge alone, if it weren't for Ling Sichen's operation, coupled with the psychological quality honed by years of horror games, this would have become a nightmare.

However, I really want to have Cheng Xue's dream once, I don't know what I am like in her. Ling Sichen looked out the window and began to wander again.

The gloomy sky did not even want to stay on the clouds, and fled with the wind, monotonous, repetitive, gray and colorless. Ling Sichen is quite a little sad about Daiyu's funeral flowers, he is indeed too easy to be sad, he always feels that his life is boring, and even a little desolate, but what else can he do besides dreaming. When you see a shooting star tonight, you must make a good wish. If there really are gods. After all, you can't do anything on your own...

Memories crumble in the deepest depths of dreams, shattering into sand. The hourglass called fate is toppled at this moment.

"It's okay~ Xiao Sichen, as long as you want, you can do anything~" In the distance, a strange voice said in a low voice.

"There's still half a class to spare, so I'll send it to you later." The head teacher withdrew his glasses and began to pour paper bags.

Ling Sichen couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "The current teacher, if you don't agree with each other, you will send a curl. "Although it was also sent to Ling Sichen, it was a waste, and it was also a ghost drawing talisman for him.

The students began to work on questions with their heads bored, and the class teacher also moved a chair to sit on the podium and read the magazine. Everyone was very quiet, and Ling Sichen was also very quiet, looking at the way his classmates were concentrating with their heads buried, and then looking at the empty seats next to him, he suddenly felt a sense of isolation and inexplicable palpitations. Probably for their own future, feeling at a loss.

The wall clock on the back wall of the classroom is fixed at 8.45.

A "click" sound as if the ice was cracking, suddenly came, pulling him back. Like a frightened mongoose, Ling Sichen stretched his neck and looked around, everyone was still stuffy, making coupons and reading books.

"It seems that I want to reduce the number of times I stay up late, and I have auditory hallucinations." Rubbed his temples. , Ling Sichen plans to make up for it again.

The sound of "click" fission came again, and he looked at it vigilantly, but everyone, still did not respond.

"So... Engrossed? It can't be a real auditory hallucination. ”

"Click, click...", as if the sound of ice cracking continued to become more and more intense, unlike before, this time the sound did not stop suddenly, it came from... Sky.

You can't go wrong with the sound of the sky. Ling Sichen hurriedly stood up and looked at the sky, the scene in front of him shocked him.

The sun was as dull and empty as it had lost its life, emitting a weak white light, and the originally gray sky was occupied by countless cracks, like a broken mirror, and the fragments in the mirror were gradually dyed with different colors, and under the reflection of white light, the world was brightened.

Everything in front of me became extremely colorful, even the light, it was colorful, gorgeous, disgusting...

The brilliant light stinged his eyes, and only then did he react, Ling Sichen turned around, everyone, still buried their heads. Under the illumination of the light, everyone becomes colorful, like flowers waiting to be released.

Flower? Ling Sichen didn't know why he thought like this, and he didn't have time to think about it, it was too quiet, everyone, the world, everything was too quiet, his heart palpitated, his heart was flustered, Ling Sichen was almost out of breath, he couldn't be mistaken, he had no problem, but everyone didn't react at all, it was too strange, wasn't it?

"Impossible, it won't be an illusion, I trust my eyes."

Hey, look out the window, don't write that nonsense, are you stupid, look at the world, teacher! Ling Sichen shouted out the words he was holding back as if he was trying his best.

His brain exploded, he felt chills all over his body, and his nerves were about to collapse. Just now, he didn't hear any sound, not that he didn't hear everyone's response, but the sound of his own shouting, but he moved to the table because of nervousness, and he could hear the sound of the desk rubbing against the ground. Except for him, everyone was indifferent.

Fear occupied Ling Sichen's whole body, he was silenced, everyone, silenced.

The brilliant colors continue to erode the world, and at the same time erode the people in front of them. Being able to feel that something ominous was coming, Ling Sichen trembled, his body stiffened with fear, and his mind went blank.

Human voices, music, and a burst of cello tones suddenly broke the silence, accompanied by the chanting of what seemed to be ten thousand people, like fan music. While the cello is the main key, the violin consonant, the human voice sings, this magnificent but elegant and warm music comes from all directions, Ling Sichen has no time to think, he can't find the direction, the sound is everywhere.

The music became clearer and clearer, and the suffocating sense of oppression became more and more intense, Ling Sichen forced the fear in his heart and wanted to regain his composure, but then the sound of the second hand beating was remembered with the music.

"Click. Click. Click. "Like the passage of time, or like a heartbeat, every beat is crushing the last line of defense in Ling Sichen's heart.

"Click. Click. Click. Ka. A strange sound stopped the beating of the hour hand, and with the echo of metal colliding, the cello stopped playing, leaving the violin solo and the vocals, but the tempo was slightly faster than before.

"Ka. Click? As the sound of the hour hand beating stopped, Ling Sichen gradually regained some calm, the sound at the end was familiar, and he struggled to find a sound in his mind that could match it.

Damn, what the hell is it, click, it's so familiar, but I can't imagine it. At the same time, the violin and chanting suddenly raised a pitch.

By the way, come to think of it, this is...

After racking his brains and finally coming up with it, Ling Sichen was inevitably a little excited, but the moment the answer appeared in his mind, he was shocked. "Click, click" This is the sound of a bullet being loaded!

"Bang~" The answer appeared, the violin, the moment the chant was raised, the gunshots rang out in the distance, and the tremors echoed.

One side of the glass shattered, Ling Sichen looked over, looked up and saw the head teacher falling to the side, she was hit, the strong impact penetrated her chest, forming a white hollow, just like the sun outside the window, her sideways action was finally frozen at the moment of being shot, the blackboard was splashed with her white and translucent blood, the traces of life gradually faded, and then disappeared together, as well as her color, starting from her hair and the soles of her feet, all her colors gradually gathered towards the hollow in her chest, and the discoloration revealed a black lightIn place of the eyes, a pair of white hollows. All the colors gather in the chest, slowly rotate, condense and blend, and finally bloom into flowers in the hollow.

A flower, a huge, brilliant lotus bloom on the chest, her colors intertwined and blended in the petals.

The music came, above the lotus flower, colorful and shining, bewitching.

Ling Sichen couldn't believe it, but this touch was so real, how could he doubt it. After the lotus, a black man with white eyes open, lifeless. Everything happened too suddenly, Ling Sichen didn't have time to react at all, and whenever he wanted to think calmly, he would always be defeated again.

The sound of the hour hand beating sounded again in the music, as if reminding Ling Sichen that there was no time.

No, you have to wake everyone up. Ling Sichen didn't want to sit still, so he died like this, it was too inexplicable. The moment I got up and ran, the music started to play.

"Click, click..."

"Bang~"

The glass shattered, and the shards of the glass rushed past Ling Sichen's forehead, and the sound of supersonic speed tearing through the air made him dizzy, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Everything around him slowed down, and a name appeared in front of his eyes, as if he had a belief that could support him, "You can't fall." ”

The vertigo caused by the sonic boom had not subsided, all the images in front of him were ghosted, all the scenes overlapped, and Ling Sichen held on to the corner of the table as a support and barely stood there. Gradually clear in sight...

All the ghosts began to return to their places, and the brilliant colors seemed to fade in front of them.

"Return, is it normal?" Ling Sichen slowly fixed his eyes with his heart...

"No, it's not like this, no..." The sight that caught his eyes could not accept it, instinctive fear drove him back, his legs could not be strengthened, the whole person fell to the ground with his center of gravity back, and he almost fell to the ground until there was no way back. Ling Sichen curled up in the corner, hugging himself tightly, trembling uncontrollably. When he fainted, he thought of Cheng Xue, no matter what, he had to take her away, but the scene that caught his eyes again...

Ling Sichen couldn't find Cheng Xue, it was too messy, everyone was the same, staggered together, they all turned black, colorful and gorgeous lotus flowers bloomed in the white hole in the chest, those colors circulated in the petals, and finally blended into translucent white, and a hundred flowers bloomed. With just one sound, everyone bloomed. Those colors blend together, and the world is only black and white.

From the beginning, the music never stopped.

"Cheng Xue..." still couldn't make a sound, Ling Sichen leaned against the wall and wanted to stand up, everyone died, Ling Sichen wanted to cry, fear didn't give him time to grieve at all. No, not everyone, and him! Zhang Ze was still outside the classroom, everyone was dead, and the next thing must be him and himself, Ling Sichen decided to escape from here with Zhang Zeyi.

The instinct to escape gave him the belief that he was going out! The door of the classroom was locked from the outside, and Ling Sichen slapped hard but received no response. "Zhang Ze was also treated?" Suddenly, a hand slammed against the glass in the door, and his hand was stained with a white and translucent liquid.

It's blood, Zhang Ze, are you okay, open the door quickly, let's escape together! Ling Sichen shouted silently and banged on the door. The hand outside the glass suddenly began to move, and he slowly wrote with one finger...

"Ling Sichen, do you want to take me away, do you want to save me?" Bloody Hand writes on the glass.

"Of course, what are you thinking, open the door, it's too late." Ling Sichen "responded".

"Why?" The bloody hand erased what had been written, and then wrote.

"Why? What, why, you're my classmate, don't play any word games with me at this time, open the door! The music kept changing tones, and Ling Sichen didn't understand why Zhang Ze still had to tell him this at this time.

"Classmates? Then why didn't you save them, aren't they your classmates? They're all dead. "The bloody hand sped up the speed of writing.

Ling Sichen was touched, yes, they were all dead, but he was going to save them, but how could he be faster than the bullets. If it weren't for thinking of Cheng Xue and him, he would probably squat in the corner alone, waiting for his flower to bloom, he was originally a negative person, compared to himself, others must be more important, but he can't do it, what can he do.

"It's true that you didn't save them, why? Because you are too weak, you are crushed by fear, your body is too fragile, your heart is even more so, so you can't protect anything, just like you gave up on me then, Ling. Manage. Chen...". Every word written by the bloody hand was bleeding, deeply engraved in Ling Sichen's heart.

The music in the distance changed from slow to urgent, and the sound of the hour hand turning was remembered again. "Click. Click. Click..."

Silent, Ling Sichen's eyes suddenly changed, becoming indifferent and indifferent, he took a few steps back, raised his head slightly, "His" voice came back, "You said I was fragile, didn't you ask me why I didn't save them?" But what are these people? He raised his head and pointed to his back, "Look at these people, they are the weakest beings, but they have compassion for them, because of their ridiculous superiority?" I don't save them because they have no reason to live, and the weak, arrogant, and self-aware deserve to die, just like they were then, and look at how vulnerable they are now. He paused for a moment, "It was different then, because they took away what I was supposed to have, and those who betrayed me let them die!" The millennium is over, and I will return from the deepest depths of darkness to reclaim the world that was mine. At the end of the sentence, all the black behind him turned around and stared at him with white eyes. Untouched, at this moment, he is not afraid.

"Click. Click. "In the music, it gradually became clear.

The bloody hand outside the glass hung in the air for a while, and suddenly slapped it up, Zhang Ze, Zhang Ze shouted outside the door with blood on his face, probably wanting to take Ling Sichen to escape. Obviously, with just now not alone. Ling Sichen just stood, looking outside the door and smiling, Zhang Ze was a little surprised, Ling Sichen suddenly turned around, skimmed those empty eyes, looked at the sky outside the window, and then closed his eyes and opened his arms.

"Click. Click. Click..."

"Bang~"

In the distance, the supreme hall, flowing gold, the dome skylight, the light was broken by the dust and sand of time, falling in the middle of the abyss pool, the bottom of the pool was bright starlight, someone paced aside, the light and dust were flying, she reached into the pool, but she held it up for the sand, took off the mask, the light passed by the shadow, and it was extremely cold. The sand fell from her fingers, but there was no quicksand in the pool, she held it, and painted words with sand...

Finally the sand was finished, rubbing her fingers, she put on her mask and walked into the dark of the backlight. In the passing of light, she laughed on her back, choked and sobbed, her hands intertwined in front of her chest, excited, suffocated and inhaled, soft...

"How many points should I give you for this answer sheet? It's so scorching, well, just let me see how similar you are to him. Go ahead, go and take back what belongs to us, there's not much time left, don't let me down, little. Manage. Tatsu~"