At 0:35 on April 23, 2047, Wong Wing Chun wrote a message in the room first, and I found the **** from my backpack to change the clothes. Looking at this dark blue **pants that I haven't worn twice, I see things and think about people, this **pants were bought for me by Wang Xiaoqin when I was hospitalized. Thinking of Wang Xiaoqin's heart full of infinite warmth, and now that she is lying in the cold freezer, I have infinite sadness in my heart. Thinking of this, my eyes were moist again, and I was afraid that Wong Wing Chun would see me crying, so I walked into the shower room with **.

The shower room is at the door, with a partition made of transparent tempered glass, and near the corridor is the shower room, and the one inside is the bathroom. The tempered glass is pasted with frosted plastic paper, which cannot be seen from the outside, and the outside cannot be seen from the inside, and the cellophane is pasted until it covers the top of the head. A small white acrylic ceiling lamp is embedded in the ceiling, and the bathroom is illuminated by a soft light. I put the ** pants on the glass plate fixed to the wall, turn on the cold water first, then adjust the hot water, and let the sprinkler spray out the warm water.

I took off my ** pants and threw them in the water basin in the shower. I plunged headlong into the mist and let the water drench my hair. I took the shampoo and rubbed it on my head. I rubbed it vigorously, as if I wanted to wash away the dirt on my body and the troubles in my heart. I think washing is good for a tired person, and it should also be good for a person who is troubled inside. When taking a shower, you can make people forget their troubles for a while, enjoy the peace of a person, and you can also wash away the unhappiness in your heart and make your mood moisturized again. But no matter what, it can't wash away my thoughts about Wang Xiaoqin. Wang Xiaoqin's voice and smile were all over my head, as if Wang Xiaoqin was still around me.

Maybe it's the depth of love and the eagerness of thought, because of love and care, I don't feel afraid of Wang Xiaoqin, who has left us forever, on the contrary, there is a hope to see her again, and I dream of her wish, let me see her smile again. Look again at her smiling eyes at me.

I finished taking a shower, wiped the water droplets off my body with a bath towel in the bathroom, put on the blue ** pants, and then I washed the dirty ** pants, wrung out the water, walked out of the bathroom in slippers, and dried the wet clothes and pants on the clothes rack in the cupboard.

Wang Wing Chun said: "Continue, the news of "Triumph in the Midnight" has been written, you can take a look." I said, "Brother Wang, I won't look at it." I'm sure you've written it well. Wang Yongchun said: "Okay, if you don't look at me, I'll send it." I said, "Today, I'm so tired and I have a cold." Wang Yongchun said: "We don't need to say anything, brother understands you, rest early." I said, "Brother Wang, you should rest early, I'll go to bed first, good night." Wong Wing Chun turned off the computer and said, "Good night." I washed it too. ”

I lifted the soft futon from the single bed, took off the pillow on top of the two pillows, put it on the edge of the bed, took off my shoes and lay on the pillow. I turned my back to the light. Holding the pillow next to the bed with both hands, he closed his eyes. At this time, I felt that I was powerless to open my eyes, Wong Wing Chun seemed to be still taking a bath in the shower, and the sound of running water became my lullaby. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

I dreamed that I was walking alone on a dirt road paved with dirt on the crest of the mountain. The dirt road is bare on both sides and has no flowers or trees. Suddenly there was a yellow wind, and a woman in the wind waved her hand at me and said, "Brother." I'm gone, you can live well. "I saw that Wang Xiaoqin's face was smiling, and her smile was still as sunny and bright as when she was alive. She wore her hair loose, a blue cashmere sweater, a blue cashmere skirt underneath, and a pair of black leather boots on her feet.

I stretched out my hand and shouted, "Sister Qin, you wait." The yellow wind rolled up the sand and dust, blocking my vision, and Wang Xiaoqin's voice echoed in the dust: "You live well." I shouted, "Sister Qin, don't go." ”

As soon as I shouted, Wong Wing Chun interjected: "Brother, it's a dream." I said, "Yes." Wong Wing Chun said: "I heard you shout, I don't think I can shout anymore." But who would have thought that you would still be shouting endlessly, so I interjected, what did you dream of? ”

I looked up to see Wong Wing Chun had just come out of the bathroom, drying his freshly washed try-on clothes on the clothes rack in the closet. I said, "Just now I dreamed that Wang Xiaoqin was saying goodbye to me. Wong Wing Chun said: "Probably thinking about it during the day and dreaming at night." I asked, "Brother Wang, do you believe that there are souls in the world?" ”

Wong Wing Chun said: "I don't believe that there are ghosts in this world. Recently, Western scientists have proven that there is indeed a soul in this world, and that the soul also has weight. I said, "Really, why haven't I heard of it?" Wong said: "I also saw it from a magazine. I said, "Whether you have a soul or not, but when your loved ones die, their relatives have some abnormal reactions, and I have heard many people say such things." But after all, these are not very credible, I still believe that there are thoughts and dreams day and night. ”

Wong Wing Chun walked to his backpack, took out a box of soft Su cigarettes from it, took one out of it and handed it to me and said, "Smoke a cigarette, don't think about it, go to bed after smoking." Wong Wing Chun himself took a cigarette in his mouth, lit it for me with a lighter, and lit it for himself.

I took a puff of my cigarette, exhaled an eye circle, and watched as the white circles rolled and drifted off into the distance, drifting more and more, drifting farther and farther away. Suddenly, I remembered an old song "Camel Bell", and I sang silently in my heart: Send your comrades-in-arms and embark on a journey. Silent, two tears, a camel bell ringing in my ears......

When I finished smoking, I put out the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and said to Wong Wing Chun, "Sleep." Wong Wing Chun turned off the bedside lamp on his side and said, "Go to sleep, it's not early." I said, "Yes." He turned away, hugged the pillow and closed his eyes. (To be continued......)

PS: In the process of growing up, young people inevitably go through death again and again, and every time they leave, it may be a pain in the skin. As we grow older, we will slowly realize that no one can accompany us to the end, the so-called: eternity is just a promise, and the so-called never give up must also add a deadline. Cherish the happy days together, don't ask how long the sky is or how long the earth is. "Chaotic Youth" is a story about the process of spiritual growth of you and me, a youth novel that is being uploaded online every week at the starting point Chinese and updated every day as scheduled, welcome all book friends to pay attention to and support, welcome everyone to give more valuable suggestions, the author Liaoxi County Wang is willing to work with you to create a good book that we all like...... King of Liaoxi County