- Run, run!

The voice came back to my ears, urging me to push away the crowd and run away.

"Jumped off, really jumped down!"

"Hey, the police are beating people! Everyone's running! ”

"Run, haha!"

……

The strange atmosphere continued, the rancid smell continued to ferment, and people's souls and consciences burned to the peak at this time, leaving a pile of ashes behind.

- People, they're all brutes!

Strange road, I returned to the elevated road, but I couldn't look back at the building, the picture was broken, everything was gone, I woke up in the crowd and opened my eyes.

"When did I start to crumble?"

Always asking myself meaningless questions, I didn't know what I wanted to do, and I withdrew my gaze from the usual passers-by, and I put my hands in my pockets and lowered my head into the turnstile.

I'm going to the "processing plant"!

The familiar subway, the familiar crowding, the familiar noise.

"Kid, it's time to give up your seat!"

"Why should I give up my seat?"

"I'm an old man, don't you understand?"

"I'm still a child, don't you know?"

Syllable!

It's the sound of a slap, and I remember hearing it in my ears every time I take the subway.

I don't know when, the crowd in the subway has disappeared, and there are only three people left, the child who fell to the ground in tears, he is covering his face with one hand, his stubborn teeth clenching his lip, and there is only dissatisfaction and doubt in his eyes.

I could hear him.

- Why is the world the way it is?

- Why do I want to live in such a place?

The old man sitting proudly in his seat, crossed Erlang's legs, and his tilted eyes glanced at the child who fell to the ground with a mocking gaze from time to time, and pride and pride were written on his face.

I could hear him.

- I'm an old man, who dares to mess with me these days!

When the silence is like the melting of snow and ice, the car becomes noisy again, like the water of the river that replenishes the low-lying land, keeping everything in balance.

Where there are people, it's all noisy!

"That old man is too much, why are you still beating people!"

"You also know that he is an old man, do you dare to touch him, be careful of being ruined!"

"That kid is also strange and pitiful!"

"Hey, what does this have to do with us?"

……

At some point, I suddenly found that the seats on the subway were all old men, and their swaggering faces showed a kind of pride, either their "social status" or their "existential value".

It turns out that being an old man on the verge of death is such a proud thing!

When the subway arrived, passengers poured out of the open doors, and I was pushed to get off the train at a place other than my destination.

"Where is this?"

No one answered me, no one even paid the slightest attention to me, I was just a strange person, a suspicious person standing at the turnstile!

- Run! Hurry up and run! Right in front of you!

"Who are you?"

I've asked this familiar and unfamiliar voice countless times, and he or she has never answered me, just urging me to do things that I can't understand.

- Run, run, run forward, you want to know, just ahead!

"Really?"

I don't know if it's true or not, but the pain of my chest bursting made me breathe short, and I had to run faster and faster with my legs.

Shadows and time slipped away, and when I stopped, I came to a stranger place, this was not my rented house, not even Hwaseong, I didn't seem to know or see it.

This is, a straight forward railroad track.

The next moment, with a piercing roar, a train drove from behind, the whistle whined, the green leather carriages shook, the sound of metal crashing was incessant, and black smoke rose from the locomotive into the sky.

"What the hell is this age?"

I don't know, it's just that the feeling of déjà vu tingles in my memory, like a steel needle piercing my brain, and the fear of something about to wake up makes my body tremble, and I know that I don't want to see it, I don't want to think about it.

The train passed me, and the flowing air produced a terrifying suction force that dragged my body towards it, and I just subconsciously moved my legs, and my body seemed to grow on the ground, and the air currents could no longer move me, but the long hair of the shawl curled and fluttered in that direction.

"Is this me?"

Looking at my hands, I saw a mirror, in the mirror was the appearance of a woman, with a blurred outline, unable to see the facial features, only the soft thin eyebrows told the pain that no one could know.

"Who are you?"

- Front! What you want to see is right ahead!

The woman in the mirror spoke to me, her voice was clear and her breath could be heard, but the sound was behind me, and I couldn't help but look back, even if this action that had been repeated countless times had brought me countless disappointments, I still couldn't escape this longing, and the next time I turned around, I might be able to see it!

As a result, it was still not found, just on the railroad tracks in a distant position in the field of vision, I saw a man lying there, a child.

As the train approached, the child lying on the tracks trembled, his eyes of fear closed but his eyelashes twitched, and his bruised hands clasped around him, and he had decided to put an end to it all.

I can hear him!

- Dad, why is it so painful to live?

- Dad, why did Mom leave?

- Dad, will you be happy if I'm going to bring my mother back?

- Dad, why do you have to hit me!

- Daddy!

- Daddy!

- Daddy......

- I hate you!

Like the ringing of the morning bell to tell the common people, at the moment when the child's body shattered under the wheels, in the terrible scarlet, I felt that something in my memory was broken, and the pain that penetrated my soul made me can't help but cover my head and wail.

"Ahhh

My voice gradually became hoarse, and I didn't know when I closed my eyes, but gradually, there was a discussion in my ears, urging me to open my eyes.

It turned out that I was still on the subway, and the passengers around me retreated to the side with frightened expressions, and they avoided me, as if they were facing a flood of fierce beasts, and they were afraid to avoid it.

Eyes swept over these people, and everyone I looked at lowered their heads, as if they were afraid to face me, and as if they were so disgusted that they couldn't even make eye contact with me.

I wanted to say something, and the painful feeling of memory recovery in my mind made me unable to make a sound from my open mouth.

"I said, what the hell is the difference between us?"

I didn't hear my own voice, but out of the crowd came a person, a woman, whose face was blurred and completely ill-intelligible.

She said, "Probably, it's not different at all! ”

The voice echoed!

"Probably, not at all, it's no different!"

"Maybe, at all, just, no, different!"