I don't know where it is.

I want to go home.

……

The night is behind me.

I walked a long way and felt tired.

There was always someone on the side of the street who reached out and pulled me.

Someone was saying something to me, but I couldn't make out a word - were they really talking to me?

"Ono...... Ono ......"

"Daddy!"

I looked over with pleasure.

Great, he'll be able to take me home!

Suddenly, a house came to my mind, it was so beautiful, I could smell the mushroom soup in the house, and my mother must be waiting for me to go back......

"Let's go, go home with Daddy."

Dad took my hand.

I nodded trustingly.

But I always feel like I've forgotten something.

He said it was because I was in school, I received so much knowledge, and I was always nervous. I think he has a lot of sense.

Back home.

Mom put down the spoon, handed us warm water, and exchanged today's experience with Dad, the kitchen light shone above her head, I drank the water in one go, and said with a smile: "Mom, your hair is so beautiful, like gold!" ”

Mom touched my forehead in surprise: "Are you having a fever, baby?" ”

I was stunned.

It's strange, why did her hair suddenly turn brown?

The face has also changed......

"Dad!"

I turned to my dad for help.

Yet he told me in all seriousness:

In the future, don't joke with your family!

I'm not kidding......

How so?

Why did her voice change too?

I absolutely read and heard it right, it must not be a hallucination!

Do I have two mothers?

……

After that day, I started to pay extra attention to my mother's hair color, and I even secretly took pictures with my camera, which was so strange that no matter what I saw, there was only one color in the photo!

Neighbors also said she had never dyed blonde, and they said I must have been mistaken.

It seems that something is wrong.

……

And that's not all.

Throughout the summer, I was repeatedly confirming what I remembered.

There are several steps at the entrance, whether the garden is planted with roses or triangular plums, whether there are real or fake flowers on the table, what kind of periodicals Dad ordered, and what do they like to eat......

One day I was reading a science fiction magazine and it occurred to me:

Maybe I'm living in a parallel world.

If I hadn't deliberately looked for differences, I would have lived a happy life and everyone was very nice to me.

So, so be it, look no further......

I vaguely felt that if I continued to explore, I would definitely encounter bad results.

……

Dad is getting busier and busier, often going far away.

He used to bring guests into his home.

The man was tall, wearing a black trench coat, and he looked at me with a cold look in his eyes. The guest came to touch my head, closed my eyelids with his hand, and said, "Your son is very energetic, he should be very suitable......

Dad interrupted him angrily: "Impossible! ”

"Hehe, I'll tell you casually, what are you nervous about?"

The guest looked at me colder, and he hated me.

I hate him too!

The guests brought a black stone, and they discussed it for a long time in the study, until the mother came home and the three of them quarreled. I watched from behind, my head aching more and more, as if I had experienced the same image a long time ago......

A few days later, my mother made an appointment with a tattoo artist.

She called me over, and her eyes were complicated.

The tattoo artist looked at me until I glared at her, and she smiled and held the album to discuss with her mom which pattern was better.

I was a little sleepy after lunch.

"Ono, go to sleep if you're sleepy."

"Okay mom."

I was sleepy and never fell asleep.

Someone opened the bedroom door from the outside.

Two very soft footsteps walked up to my bed.

"I have to remind you again, there is a lot of risk involved in this practice, are you sure you want to continue?"

It's that tattoo artist!

Mom turned me over and whispered:

"Go on. It couldn't be any worse......"

I wanted to talk, but I couldn't open my eyes.

The tattoo artist poked me in the back repeatedly with a needle, I was in pain, why didn't I wake up, I wanted to stay away from them!

Dad, save me!

Later, I may have been anesthetized, but I couldn't feel it.

When they were gone, I was finally able to open my eyes and immediately rushed to the mirror, only to see one thin black slate after another, embedded in the flesh behind my back, like a patchwork of eyes...... "Ah!! ”

Mom came over with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ono, don't blame Mom......"

Her face was changing again, and it was changing very quickly.

I can't see her clearly!

"Don't come here! You stop! I was so frightened that I was incoherent, "Monster, you're a monster, don't come here, I don't want to see you!" ”

I pushed her away and ran out.

That day, it was raining heavily, I ran out of the community, I didn't know how to get to the street, many people walked around, I lowered my head, only to find that these people had no feet!

I was scared crazy, running and running, and finally bumped into someone.

An older sister dressed in black, who was holding a blind cane.

"I'm sorry ......"

I saw that she had legs and was relieved.

The blind sister tilted her head and looked at me like a normal person: "Don't run around in the rain." Why don't you go home? ”

I suddenly remembered my mother and the tattoo artist, how dare I go back?

"I'm looking for my dad...... Wait for him to go back with him. ”

"Your dad?"

The blind sister suddenly pointed behind me and said, "Look, which one is him?" ”

I turned around and saw two men who were exactly the same from head to toe, they were standing under the umbrella and smiling at me, even the folds on their clothes were indistinguishable, "Dad......"

"Ono, why don't you go home?"

The two of them asked me in unison.

"Shut up...... You're not my dad, you don't have feet! It's all fake! ”

I ran again.

It's getting darker.

I couldn't see the faces of the pedestrians, only that they were floating.

These are all ghosts, right......

Help me, who can save me?

I heard the footsteps of another man, and the blind cane tapping the ground, it was her, the sister.

"Help me...... You'll be able to help me......" I grabbed her wrist, it was warm.

The blind sister shook her head: "Only you can help you." ”

"What should I do?!"

"Recognize what's true and what's false, and then tell me where you want to go."

……

Suddenly, the lamp came on, casting a flower-shaped shadow on the dining table.

A second ago I was wandering the streets, running until I had no strength, and I stayed in the bus stop where no one was there. The next second, I was suddenly sitting at my dining table with a birthday cake in front of me!

Mom and Dad smiled softly: "Happy birthday." ”

Is it my birthday?

I stood up blankly and touched my back with my backhand.

Smooth slices.

The shirt is dry, and the bottom is warm flesh.

I threw myself to the window to look at the moon.

Thunderstorms, tattoo artists, passers-by without feet, all a dream I had?