This is an old-fashioned house, the golden kudzu is crawling all over the carved doors and windows, and the yellowed spring couplets are still remaining on the wall, and a few words can be vaguely seen. A meadow was built in front of the house, and many flowers were planted along the path leading to the gate, and a wooden fence was enclosed at the edge of the meadow, which merged into a fence gate, and a polite lantern hung above the door.

"It's so quiet!" Mao Qian praised. I went up and knocked on the door, and waited for a long time before I heard footsteps coming from inside, and then the head of the household squeaked, and a middle-aged man with a haggard face opened the door, looking at us with empty and desolate eyes.

"Who are you looking for?" The man looked at us with a slight wariness at first glance, then froze.

We were also stunned.

"Director Shen!"

"What are you doing at my house?" Director Shen looked at us suspiciously. The four of us looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment. Everyone understood one thing at the moment, but no one said it. My heart has been churning for a long time, this is the closest moment I have come to Shen Yun, and I may soon see the real Shen Yun who is flying away.

"We are friends with Shen Yun." I stepped forward and said firmly. Director Shen's face showed a sad look, he looked at the four of us one by one, and finally said, "Come in." ”

There was a burst of joy and a pang of worry in my heart, and the joy was that this was indeed Shen Yun's home, that is, she really existed. The worry is that Shen Yun turned out to be the daughter of Director Shen's family, so didn't I hit the muzzle of the gun this time. Also, what does the sad look on Director Shen's face represent? I vaguely felt a little ominous.

Director Shen led us into the living room and invited us to sit down. I looked around earnestly, feeling the breath of her life.

"I'm Shen Yun's father. I never knew you and Shen Yun were friends. "Director Shen made us tea, and everyone felt a little uncomfortable.

"Shen Yun is our senior sister." Mao Qian said.

"Senior Sister Shen Yun, where is she now?" I asked eagerly but quietly, imagining that she was reading a book in my study in the bedroom right now, and I didn't know how she would react when she went out to see me, and I was really nervous.

Director Shen looked at the agitated expression on my face strangely, slightly surprised. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Shen Yun is lying in the hospital now, why don't you know yet?" ”

My head suddenly swelled, how did she get into the hospital! The previous inexplicable worries were peeled away layer by layer, and Director Shen's sad color really foreshadowed something ominous.

"What's wrong with her?" Everyone wanted to ask this, but no one spoke first, but they didn't want this sentence to come from the mouth of Mo Qingyu, who had never said a word since entering the door. I looked at him, and she was worried.

Director Shen said: "The car accident, the huge impact caused damage to the nerves in her brain, and she may not be able to wake up in this life." ”

Everyone was shocked, and I felt like the world was spinning. How so!

I have been struggling to seek, persevere, and believe, why did God give me such a result? I'd rather she didn't really exist, I would rather believe that there has never been such a person as Shen Yun, and I have never been moved, I would rather believe that it was my crankiness that I fell in love with the girl I fantasized about, rather than such a result.

No, but she is real! What should I do, and what can I do? For the first time, I tasted despair.

All three of them looked at me and seemed desperate too.

"Did you come to her for something?" Director Shen asked.

"Director Shen, please tell us, what happened to Senior Sister Shen Yun?" I pleaded sincerely.

Director Shen looked at me, then at Qingyu and them, and let out a long sigh.

That happened in June, when the weather started to get hot.

Shenyin High School, the fifth class of the third year of high school, after school.

"Writer Shen, when will your amazing masterpiece be published, and we will also pay tribute to it when the time comes." Several girls surrounded Shen Yun and said in strange voices.

Shen Yun looked over, and several girls covered their mouths and snickered. Shen Yun didn't want to pay attention to them at all, but the more he ignored them, the more their jokes ended.

Seeing that Shen Yun didn't react, the girl who spoke continued: "No wonder people were determined to choose liberal arts at the beginning, but they were ambitious, but we were clumsy and didn't see it. ”

Shen Yun stood up suddenly, scaring several people into thinking that she was going to beat someone. Shen Yun just glared at them, and walked towards the gate without looking back.

"Hey, just kidding!" A woman is still teasing. Seeing that Shen Yun really walked out of the classroom, he immediately changed his tone and said, "Hey, she is still serious!" ”

At noon in the cafeteria, Shen Yun lined up for food, and when he walked past a row of tables, he happened to hear several girls in the second year of high school leaning over and talking in a whisper.

"Hey, you know what? I heard that Senior Sister Shen Yun in the fifth class of the third year of high school is depressed! ”

"Hey, are you talking about Director Shen's daughter?"

"yes, you know that, too?"

"But I've heard that she's paranoid from reading, and she's babbling all day long."

"No, it won't!"

At this time, one of them raised his eyes and saw Shen Yun passing by, and immediately stopped him: "Hey, don't say it!" ”

Only then did the rest of the people realize that Senior Sister Shen Yun in their mouth was next to them. Shen Yun didn't have a seizure, just walked over without saying a word.

In the evening, Director Shen was angry at home. Looking out of the brightly lit window, there were three figures.

"You are cranky all day long, you don't study hard, you think about what kind of writer you want, it's unrealistic!"

Director Shen was emotional, while Shen Yun lowered his head and stood without saying a word. Next to him was my mother who was persuading Director Shen and comforting Shen Yun.

After listening to Director Shen tell these things, each of us had a question in our eyes: Why is Senior Sister Shen Yun like this? Why is she being ridiculed by others? Why would some people say that he was depressed and neurotic, and why did Director Shen scold her?

No one knew why, so everyone looked at Director Shen, but Director Shen told us about such a thing:

On this day, Shen Yun was flipping through classical fiction books in the school library, wandering in front of the rows of bookshelves to look for them, when he stumbled upon an old book with the spine exposed.

She pulled it out and found it to be a very old broken book with an antique smell. There are no design drawings on the cover, and there is no word on the title page. Shen Yun was very curious, what is this, is this also called a book? I was depressed, and I found that there were a few very small words in the lower left corner of the original title page, and the font was already very light, and it was almost impossible to see if I was not careful.

She looked at the book closer, and saw that it was written in nine words, "This will be a hidden road." What do you mean? I don't understand at all.

I turned the page back again, but it was actually blank, and then I turned it back, and I still turned a lonely one. In the end, I flipped through the whole book in a flying page, and I really couldn't find a word at all.

What is this! Is there no word in the sky?

Shen Yun didn't mention how depressed he was, was this a publishing house that missed a book when it printed a large number of books?

She was bored and wanted to just shove it back, but she caught a glimpse of the title page being blank again. Yes, those faint little words are gone again.

Did you hallucinate just now? I saw the words. After thinking about it, he still took it in his arms and left the library.

After saying that, Director Shen shook his head sadly, the four of us looked at each other in horror, and Mao Qian stared at me even more peculiarly, I knew that she must have noticed something because she heard the "library".

"Shen Yun, a child, wanted to be a writer since she was a child and be able to publish her own novels, but I never gave her support and encouragement. It caused her to think crankily all day long and confused her nerves. Director Shen's eyes moistened, and from his tears, we saw his great grief and endless remorse. After cleaning up the description, she asked, "Are you her friends in the literary club?" ”

I didn't know what to say, I just nodded slightly, tears in my eyes.

"Oh......" Director Shen motioned for us to wait a while, stood up by himself, and walked into the inner room. No one knew what he was doing, but Mao Qian caressed my arm to comfort me, and Yun Cheng, who had always been talkative, didn't dare to breathe.

Soon, Director Shen walked out slowly, holding an old yellowed book in his hand.

It's that book!

The book that Shen Yun dreamed of in my dream pulled out of the bookshelf to show me.

But now there are no words on the cover of the book, just a yellowed blank.

Is the words "Hidden Age" my delusion? Is it a delusion? I couldn't be sure, and sure enough, the reality of the dream had faded in my mind.

"It's the book." Director Shen coughed.

"Can we take a look?"

Director Shen said: "I always thought it was her diary, so I haven't read it until now." A few days ago, I heard Shen Yun's mother mention it, and it turned out that this was a novel. ”

We opened the first draft and read it carefully.