Fan Qi has been waking up late at night lately.

He couldn't tell the time that had been reversed, only to be awakened by the constant screams from outside the walls. It was as if he had been sent to hell ahead of time, and because of this wrong list, innocent people would die for him every day.

One... Again...

The days were counted from human lives, and he could no longer remember how long he had been locked up in this dark place. It was filled with the smell of bitter sweat, endless sighs, and the chatter of people outside the walls.

They are chosen, viewed, like animals, without a shred of autonomy. Fan Qi touched the cloth on his forehead, he was afraid that it would fall, afraid that he would not even be able to maintain this dignity. The white cloth is probably already jet black, just like this day, just like this little world, as dirty as him.

No, but he's different, he must be different from these people.

At the beginning, he was unwilling to be an ignorant farmer, and chose to be a doctor with enthusiasm. I still remember the time when I went to the Prayer Mountain to study, he endured the cold eyes, and understood that being a person was either outstanding or resigned to fate, he worked hard, repaired books day and night, and finally became a blockbuster.

On that day, he was awarded the badge of the inner disciple, and the eyes of everyone in the audience were hotter than the sun, and it was the first time he was held to the moon by such stars, although it was only the only time. Until later, everything was as if it had never happened, and he was still so soft-spoken, as if the pride at the beginning was just a dream; On the other hand, he was deeply influenced by the idea of a farmer and found the gentle and virtuous Sun Yun as his wife, but they were still inexplicably forced to separate after going through so much.

The past is really vivid, but none of it has come to fruition.

Throughout the past, his whole person is contradictory and incorrect. He is desperate for success, and often falls into the trough of his own expectation, and no one knows what kind of filthy soul is hidden under the skin of that handsome young man. So, who caused him to be wrong every step of the way.

No one told him if it was worth it.

"I don't know what is wrong with the little young master, so many doctors have died and have not been cured."

"Yes, I think God is going to punish him."

"Shhhhhh Look at those doctors, don't you have a long memory? ”

Fan Qi leaned against the wall, although he couldn't see, his ears were excellent. After staying outside for a long time, these guards inevitably chewed the root of their tongues, so that it was convenient for him.

He didn't want to die without knowing it, and in order to stay awake, he insisted on eavesdropping on the useless nonsense of the guards for hours every day, trying to find the truth.

After a few days of inquiry, he probably understood that this was a strange illness from the young master of a rich and noble family, and the imperial doctor had no choice but to take the turn of these folk wild men to suffer.

Soon it will be his turn.

This night, Fan Qi slept soundly. There seemed to be no noise outside, and everything was calm again, only the slightest wind accompanied him to sleep. He felt that his body suddenly became as light as a feather, and slowly he floated on a cloud, and the stars guided him, and they passed through the courtyards of the four directions, through the mountains and seas, through the streets, and quietly returned to Sun Yun.

She lay on her side on the bed, every window open, and I don't know if it was the wind's joke or who she insisted on waiting for. The window was propped open by a wooden staff, and wisps of moonlight poured down from it, and before he came, I am afraid that the moon was secretly sheltering her from the wind and rain.

Slowly, silently, he floated up to her, and put on a quilt for her as usual. He knew she wasn't in the habit of leaving a night light, so the room was still so dark. He fumbled his way closer to her, his hands clumsily touching the cold objects. They rudely pushed his hand away, showing no mercy.

Are they just a pair of strangers?

Thinking like this, his messy hand gradually lowered, and at the moment of leaving, he accidentally met the uncold, sudden tears on her cheeks.

"Fan Lang, don't go......"

He froze for a moment, then turned back to take her cold hand. He didn't want to, he didn't want the person he was thinking about was cold all over his body, but only the tears that were dying exuded the vitality that a person should have.

It was like a rare pearl, illuminating the whole room and illuminating his heart at once. Transparent tears hung beside her eyes, and with the flutter of her eyelashes, silently teasing his dull love.

My girl, who are you crying for?

It's all my fault. He stretched out his hand to brush away the tears, but time passed quietly, and the tears slowly turned cold, waking him up.

Beyond the walls, there were the whispers of the guards, the wails of the blood-stained weeds blown by the wind, or the endless sighs of the people around them. This kind of torment day and night will make people constantly doubt, stepping out of the door, is it life or death?

No one can answer this question.

Fan Qi is still in a dream, or half asleep. His body fell into the mortal world, and he was heavy and submerged in this darkness; His soul had no scruples, and at the moment he was nobler than anyone else, and was returning to where he was supposed to be, and living his life as usual.

The stars of this night are not last night, but there is a different period in the dream.

Sun Yun's sleepy eyes were hazy, and she seemed to have dreamed of Fan Lang. It's real, it's unrealistic. She got up slowly, only to see that the windows in the room were quietly closed, how could there be a trace of a human figure?

This brick by brick will only sleep in a regular manner, how can you understand the torment of human life? The moonlight is gone, and the shadows are sparse. But she couldn't convince herself, and she couldn't convince the only warmth left after her cheeks were wiped dry. She coveted the tear, and only it saw her sweetheart.

Why not her?

Sun Yun felt a trace of inexplicable fear, and she began to think crankily. The bed next to him was already half cold, and he seemed more and more lonely. No... No, she should continue to fall asleep, she should continue to stay in her dreams. Only in this way will Fan Lang stay by her side, and no one can snatch it away.

She lay down anxiously, the futon had already mixed with the night, and it was cold to the bottom of people's hearts. Sun Yun lay flat like this, constantly hypnotizing himself. She realized that the night was so long, so long that it was difficult to sleep. The dream refused to come again, and her kindness was nowhere to be found, and she was turned into the sadness of a little woman.

Only this time, who will wipe away her tears again?

"Fan Lang, Fan Lang... Are you still there..."

"Hey, blind man, it's your turn. Come with us! ”

Fan Qi retracted his thoughts, he slowly got up, straightened his clothes, and fumbled with both hands to pick up the crutches beside him. They struggled to support each other, and they seemed so humble.

The door opened suddenly, and Fan Qi clearly felt the subconscious trembling of the crutches, it was afraid, it couldn't stand the outside world.

But if he wants to go out, he must go out.

His hands, maintaining their original instincts, depended on the crutches. He paused at the door, and with that long sigh, the bruised tendons in his hands burst out, and the cane suddenly fell.

Deafening and unexpected.

His body involuntarily leaned forward, losing its previous center of gravity. But that back is still standing....

He walked so smoothly that nothing could hold him back. The fierce struggle between the iron lock and the ground finally ended his life with an unwilling roar. It struggled to awaken all the frustrated souls in this room. He didn't go for himself.

He knew that the dawn had come.

He stood in front of the door, and he really felt a heat that belonged only to him. Everything seemed to go back to the past, to the depths of the demons that he thought about day and night.

The sun rudely pushed away the moon that woke up alone, and little by little it was summoned from the palm of his hand, slowly descending into this world. He didn't look back, and stepped on this road of no return.

The wooden door was closed again, and there was darkness inside. And in that inconspicuous corner, a crutch loses itself, painfully swallowed up by reality. Its shadow, little by little, little by little, knocked on this silent cemetery.

He took his life and gambled on it.

I woke up suddenly, my eyes cloudy with mist. Outside the window, the sun poured down, and it leaned against the curtain of the bed, illuminating the world I had never seen before, so luxurious, so splendid, so dazzling... There seems to be light, but it is flashy, and it sweeps over us dispensable people, and I feel in a trance that Fan Lang has just left, so it is so cold.

I don't want to share the temperature of this world.

I curled up under the covers, blindly trying to hold someone's hand to keep warm. I was like a madman, praying for salvation. Maybe God didn't have time to listen to my prayers of being free from illness and moaning, so I honestly endured the suffering of this life and waited for the next life to change.

I started to lose control of myself. I'm stupid, I don't understand, I can't wait, I'm at a loss, I appear in other people's dreams over and over again, why can't I live for myself once?

I thought, I'm not stupid.

Maybe I just fell asleep.

The world is awake, only I am still in my dreams.

Sun Yun wrung out the towel in a hurry, and the cold water slid down her palms and fell onto her dress, splashing wanton plum blossoms, which kept blooming, and then spread outward, from the bottom of my eyes, to the end of this hypocritical world.

There was a cold feeling in my forehead, and my body fell heavily, but my consciousness was still awake, and I was suffering from this unexplained pain. I could only keep my blank eyes open and look out the window. I have asked myself more than once, why, why am I so obsessed, so yearning, that strange, chaotic, dilapidated world?

Is it just because, dreams?

I looked at Sister Yun, her busy figure shuttling back and forth in my consciousness, then gradually blurring, gradually moving away, I wanted to call out to her, and threw myself into her arms as usual, making inconsequential jokes. However, now I can only look at her like this, from sunrise to sunset, from life to death......

This illness was the beginning of the curse.

I numbly accepted that time was inexorably gone, and they went so fast, followed by a soul with a sad face. I understand that time will not show mercy to anyone. Sister Yun was lying beside me, she hugged me tightly, her thin shoulders shaking, pretending to be strong.

I thought about it a lot, walked into her dream, and hugged her tightly.

Tonight's dream is a black silent puppet show. I kept running at the same intersection, moving forward and backward. Until my feet were bleeding and my arms couldn't lift like iron, but I was still stubbornly running.

I suddenly understood that I was the protagonist in this scene.

I'm not me.

I slowly saw clearly, I kept running, and then shook off one familiar person after another. They couldn't catch up with me, so they could only fall in the middle of the road, and could only watch my ruthless, powerless back.

It turned out to be me.

It's all my fault.

I can't say it, I can't say it......

Later, I gave up. I'm still running, running on the spot. I couldn't stop, like I was running without a purpose. My life, intersecting in this dream, began to deviate from everything I had originally.

I ran thousands of miles in my dreams and woke up in bed.

I shuddered and felt my body, she was cold, like a piece of waste paper that had been violated by ink countless times, and it was full of bad marks and annoying people.

I was so anxious that my hands fluttered like headless flies. The sun-kissed air was unusually muddy, and they slipped past me, watching my failures condescendingly.

I rolled over and fell heavily to the ground.

The futon didn't ease my pain, and I could clearly hear real pain coming from my skin. They were like killing orders, and they hit me straight at the door of my head. I twisted slightly, like a child who had just learned to walk, and moved to the edge of the bed, trying to get closer to her.

I begged for help, and it raised its body, which had been cut by the stone by my mistake, and took advantage of the already raging sunlight outside the window, and went on a rampage, carefully slashing across her forehead, and then stopped in the air in fear, at a loss.

She was asleep.

That's true.

It's just that this short distance is that I ran out of strength. I tilted my head and scrutinized the quiet face. She's still there, she's still there, she's really still there! I leaned next to her, her hair wrapping around my fingertips, still the delicate tenderness I was familiar with.

I've never been so serious about wanting to stay in one place.

Sister Yun's pale face slowly revealed a smile, I think she must be having a sweet dream. I unplugged the hairpin in my hair and gently placed it next to her pillow. The silver bell no longer rings clearly, it can't wait for the old man; The hollowed-out landscape has also found its own home.

I just knew the ending in advance.

I just found out that Sister Yun has gray hair. They live abruptly in this black world, and no matter how carefully they hide, they will always be found and then defined as sin. If you're not like everyone else, you're wrong.

I'm going to a place where I can find the beginning of my dreams.

Someone was waiting for me there.

I pushed the door open, and it was silent, watching me go. This room is a witness to the rights and wrongs of all of us, how can we not understand anything? It's just the same as me, just powerless.

The winter sun is getting hotter and hotter, but no matter how hard it tries, it can't give fair and just warmth. This hypocritical enthusiasm was blown away by the cold wind, leaving only an empty lament.

I stood in front of the plum tree in the middle of the courtyard, it was so tall that no matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see it all. The staggered and complex branches greet the wind, and the dotted flower bones timidly leave a lingering fragrance for every passerby. It was small, no more than the green pines that patrolled proudly on the green hills in the distance, and no more than the rocks that had been tempered thousands of times in front of you.

So what, at least, it's itself, that's enough.

I took a flower bone and hid it in my arms, waiting for it to bloom slowly. I give it all the tenderness I have, and it also preserves the best memories of this room, and I protect my original intention.

The sun and the moon menstruate for years, the flowers bloom sometimes, and the world is impermanent.

Inside, the sun is just right. Sun Yun felt like he had watched an unfinished play. She stubbornly waited under the stage, waiting for the scenes of different shapes to appear behind the curtain, and there were always familiar people in those faces that were hidden by color. She sat like this, watched, waited, cried and laughed, and lived as an offstage character.

She seemed to see something, her brow furrowed, and even her tone became anxious.

"Xiao An, Xiao An, you run slower, you run slower......"