Voices came from outside:

"We are innocent," they shouted

We hurried to open the window

Poke your head out to catch their calls

But the voices cut off

We watch shooting stars

It was as if after a volley of bullets

The plaster on the walls fell off one after another

- Wislava Szymborska (Poland).

galaxy

"Wake up, it's the place."

A rustling bass sounded in the cabin, and a shadow in the passenger squirmed for a moment, just once.

"I've slept all the way, slacker." The bass turned on the overhead light, and the dim light gave the shadow color, texture, and thickness—a blanket woven with a colorful pattern, the beige undertone a little worn out, and softly undulating with the curves that covered it. He got over and pushed two more handfuls: "Get up." ”

"Got it......" came a hazy response from under the blanket, mixed with a small yawn. In the middle of the night, a pair of round eyes poked out from the upper edge of the blanket, with a little impatient doubt.

"Eh—where is this, it's not the same as saying yes—" His elongated tone sounded like whining and coquettishness. The man in the driver's seat stretched out his leg and kicked him gently: "Get out of the car." ”

"Here?"

"Hmm."

The round eyes turned, and this time he looked at it much more carefully. Outside the window, it was an inky night, with no lights or voices, and the headlights cut out two straight pillars of light, reflecting a dirt road, a few weeds, and nothing more than the occasional moth that pounced up and fell.

"What are you doing, it's cold." The round eyes leaned back in the back of the chair and muttered, but the other party reached over and took off the seat belt, opened the car door and pushed it, he hurriedly grabbed the roof of the car, and his bare feet had stepped into the dirt.

"I'll rub!" Round eyes jumped on the side of the door, looking a little funny. The man in the driver's seat curled his lips a little, he leaned over and picked up the splint under the seat and dragged it out, the words in his mouth were still not warm:

"Go ahead, to the front of the car."

"If you tell me to go, I'll go."

"Go."

“……”

"Obedient."

The round eyes shook the sand on the soles of the feet, a little puffed, but still compromised. He kicked on his shoes and stood awkwardly in front of the car, unable to open his eyes because of the headlights: "Neurotic...... And then what? ”

The bass didn't reply, and three seconds later, the lights went out.

The world was completely darkened.

The wind of early summer seems to be cold and warm, stirring up a small shiver on the skin, and without light, the other senses become sensitive, the insects chirp, the grass rustles, the fishy smell of plants in the air, the world is a silver salt film, gradually showing color on the photographic paper in the darkroom.

"Hey...... Turn the lights on, it's dark. ”

"What's wrong? Are you still afraid of the dark? ”

"Of course I'm not afraid." The round-eyed splint mop rustled the sand, and just listening to the voice, I knew he was pouting: "I don't want to waste time." ”

"I won't let you waste your time." The bass sneered twice: "God said there would be light, and there was light." ”

"Where is there any god?"

"There's a god in the neuropathy."

As if sensing something in that shoddy joke, the round eyes turned up, and something lit up above the head, it was a star.

At first one, two, three, like jewels rolling through rippling velvet, and then, as if lit velvet with high heat, hundreds of stars were ignited, until they joined together into a magnificent Milky Way, spread out in the dome, all the way to the end of the horizon. Dense rays of light pushed and surged against each other, a huge, swirling vortex of light. Then, as if the sky began to tremble, countless points of light shot to the ground like arrows with bows, golden arcs fell like raindrops, and the air seemed to hear the sound of a rapid crack.

For a long time, no one spoke. Until the bass sounded again, this time, behind the round eyes.

"How?"

"How's that?"

"Here."

“…… Well. ”

"What does um mean, good, or bad."

"It's not good, it's not good at all, it's cold, the ground is dirty, the things are not delicious, and there is not even a signal in the broken place." The round eyes complained to themselves, but their eyes were reluctant to withdraw from the light, and when they finally turned their heads to look at him, there seemed to be stars in their pupils: "But, it's okay here." ”

The man's face was hidden in the shadows, and the expression could not be seen clearly. In the middle of the day, he took a step forward and raised his arms as if to hug them.

"Goodbye."

"At this time, it's better to say goodbye, Gu Tianqing."

When the round eyes were closed, it was as if all the stars in the sky had been extinguished at once.

A pair of hands landed on his neck and gradually tightened.