(a)

I was standing by the wall outside the training ground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Dozens of days have passed.

There is no trace of that tragic incident. Now it's a wall that can't be more ordinary.

Looking at the freshly painted walls, I felt like I was in a trance, as if I had experienced a nightmare, and everything I saw in the dream had not actually happened.

I wish it was just a dream. And you are still alive in the world. Even if you have left me and returned to your own home, we will never see each other again.

I'll be content with everything, as long as you're alive.

But it wasn't a dream. If it was a dream, they wouldn't have to repaint the entire wall.

The stucco is done to cover the blood stains on it. The blood splattered on most of the walls. Traces of your blood.

Although I mourn, I will not deceive myself.

I stood there, my heart swelling with the idea of following you. They buzz around like a whole nest of bees.

No. However, I resisted such thoughts in my heart.

I said to myself: No. What I want is not to stop my pain at this moment. What I want is to stop your pain at that moment! And that's something I can't do at the moment, even if I crush myself to pieces.

It is always much more difficult to stop the suffering of others than it is to stop your own.

Why do I always have to stand there and watch? Why can I just watch it happen and do nothing? Why, again and again, I can't help you with anything?

I can't do it like all people and believe it's powerless. I believe there must be a way to do something about it. I'm sure there must be a path that will lead to you at that moment and will help you. If I can go back to the waves of the Blackwater River, if I can go back to the canyon of the past, if I can hold the talisman of the past in the palm of my hand, if I can pull the trigger on the black shadow chasing after the white horse, it means that I can go back in the past.

And if I can go back in time as much as I want, if I master this method, then I can go back to the moment before the incident again and again, and I will definitely be able to do something to change the final outcome.

But how can we go back in time again? That door, where the hell is it? Why did I suddenly appear on the side of the door? How did I get by?

Since then, the parting of life and death in any TV series, movie, or story has made me feel heartbroken. Crack of the heart.

I have to save you. Otherwise, life is meaningless.

I must save all the men who love them, I must save all the mothers and their children, and I must save all the friends and confidants of all the Wangs.

At that time, when I stood in front of the newly painted wall, I was confused about the rest of my life, but only this thing was exceptionally clear, etched into every tiny dust of every cell. Life and death must be cracked! Life and death must be cracked! Otherwise, there will be no joy in life at all!

I swear. I swear to you. I'm going to save you!

(b)

"Idealism?" An unfamiliar voice came from behind him.

I looked back and saw a man standing a meter or two behind me. He has dark skin, thick lips, a silly smile on his face, and wears the same red tracksuit as us.

Suddenly I thought of your red tracksuit, which was finally stained with blood and flesh. I felt an unbearable tingle in my heart.

"Idealism, are you well? Are you back training? The new director had a relieved smile on his face.

He walked over to me.

I bowed my head and said, "Coach Jiang is good." ”

He said, "You just got out of the hospital, why didn't you make a phone call and come over by yourself?" Don't stand here and blow the wind, go to the office and sit for a while, Director Wang has already arrived, and he will be happy to see you back. ”

The new guide said warmly and thoughtfully. I knew very well in my heart that he just wanted me to get off this wall as soon as possible, and the last time I had a sudden heart stop, it was because of what was happening under this wall. There are some of the most heartbreaking memories here.

The new guide is a good person, and he is attentive, empathetic, and considerate of others.

He was a good teacher. No wonder you recommended him to Director Wang.

(c)

I followed the new guidance and walked into the guidance office silently with my head bowed.

I've walked through this door countless times over the years.

Every corner of this room is imprinted with so many memories, painful and sweet.

I remember the moment when I took the amulet pattern out of my bag.

I think of how your hands trembled uncontrollably when you held that pattern, how your lips suddenly turned white, how you covered your eyes.

I didn't dare to look up at the condition of the room.

It must have changed a lot now, and every one of them screamed: he's never going to come back.

I stood there in agony, clung to grief, unable to move.

How I longed that you were still in that chair, how I longed to see your warm smile again, how I longed to hear you say again, "Let's get started." ”

Tears are about to well-flow. I turned my head slightly and looked at the door.

But as soon as I saw you reach out and press it against the door, it slammed shut. You said to me, "Xinxin, don't go, just listen to me for a few minutes." ”

I couldn't look at that door anymore.

I had to look back and look up at the room.

I see that you used to be in the seat, and now you are sitting in the direction of Wang.

Perhaps to consider how I felt when I returned, Coach Wang didn't let the new guide sit in your original seat. He used the desk himself, giving up his old one to the new director.

When Director Wang saw me, he stood up involuntarily.

He said, "Heart? ”

I shook my lips and struggled for a while before I choked out a few words: "Director Wang." I am back. Then my throat was choked with grief. I can't make any more sounds.

Seeing me standing there, crushed by the tremendous pain, Director Wang's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

He reached out and patted me on the shoulder, hardening the muscles in his throat, and he also choked up and said, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." ”

Then he too froze there, unable to say anything for a moment.

The air in the entire room froze.

The new guide stood behind me, looked at me, and then at Director Wang, who was immersed in the same grief. He whispered, "I'll go out and fetch some water." He walked over to the tea cabinet and picked up the thermos. He passed by me. He said, "Xinxin, don't stand, sit down first." "He walked past me and left the room. When he went out, he closed the door of his room.

There were only two people left in the room, Director Wang and me.