Han Yue's mother used to suffer from mental illness.

That was a few years ago, and she has been a little abnormal since Han Yue's father had an accident, although her father is fine after treatment, but the scene of the incident is really disgusting. But so far, fortunately, my mother's condition is basically under control, but it will have seizures at some times.

"Mom." Han Yue walked out of the room and looked at her mother, who was holding a newspaper with a blank gaze.

"Han Yue."

"Huh?"

"What time is it?" Han Yue's mother opened her tired lips slightly and put down the newspaper in her hand.

"This ......" Han Yue wanted to answer, but time didn't allow her to do that.

The concept of time seems to be non-existent now. Clocks are broken, and no matter how they shake, they don't give the right time. What is time? Nobody knows. "I'm sorry, Mom, I don't know." Han Yue suddenly felt a cold wind blow blowing into the room, making her shiver.

I don't feel any warmth at home anymore.

Mom's illness was not yet complete, and Dad couldn't come home until late.

Spooky world!

"Han Yue."

"Huh?" Han Yue, who was distracted, was startled by her mother.

"What's the matter? Mom? ”

"I seem to see your father, he's outside the door, go and meet him! Let's go, let's go together. Mom's cold hand took Han Yue's hand and walked out. For the first time, Han Yue noticed that her mother's palms were so rough.

"But Mom." Han Yue wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say. Now that Dad is fine, why is she still like this?

Sometimes Han Yue really can't stand such a nervous mother, as if she has experienced some unforgettable ordeal. But who knows? Maybe sometime ago, who knows what happened to whom? There is a vast sea of people, and no one will estimate who.

The old iron gate of Han Yue's house was broken and covered with rust; Outside the door was filled with cheap cigarette butts and some threatening letters left behind by some gangsters;

The combination lock is broken and no longer works. But don't worry about thieves: after all, no thief is so stupid that he finds out that his target is poorer than himself.

The doorbell was burned with cigarette butts and filled with dirty chewing gum.

These are nothing, and if you can survive in a strange world, there is nothing else to ask for.

Han Yue's mother opened the door, and the moment she opened the door, she didn't forget to say, "You're back." ”

But there was nothing outside the door, empty, except for the cold air that was desperately pouring into the house, the dark, but already beginning to turn white.

Because there is no concept of time, no one knows what time it is, whether it is day or night.

Look at the outside world, the figures coming and going, hurrying, walking inactively, hoping to eliminate the fear in the heart; Employees in the supermarket protested loudly that their days off should not be shortened because of time.

Han Yue's mother looked out of the door in a daze, for a long time, lowered her eyes slightly, sighed, and took Han Yue into her arms.

Han Yue closed her eyes gently, and a tear fell on her mother's shoulder.

Suddenly, her mother hugged Han Yue, panting heavily, and her eyes revealed a very perceptible sense of fear. Or even a fear of death. It's like a relapse of an old illness, remembering something.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Han Yue wanted to leave her mother's arms, but her mother hugged her tighter, as if a catastrophe would happen here in the next second.

Han Yue turned her head and followed her mother's eyes, she was looking at her father's room.

There was nothing there.

Daddy's door was open with a crack in it, and through it you could see a mess of wine bottles thrown on the floor, some ghostly manuscript paper, and a pot of green plants that had withered and been bought at the vegetable market a few years ago...

Of course, there is also the worn-out jeans full of patches that scared Han Yue's mother.

Han Yue's eyes were also filled with fear: she saw a foot, an unshoed foot, sticking out of her worn jeans and leaning limply on the dirty floor.

"Mom......" Han Yue's voice trembled.

"Han Yue, who is that? What a person! Mom's voice became agitated, as if she had a seizure.

"Han Yue, mom is scared, who is that?!" Han Yue's mother trembled and fell, pointing to the same thing she had seen with Han Yue.

"Mom, don't be afraid, I'll take a look."

Han Yue's sluggish footsteps walked towards his father's room. The cold hand pushed open the door of Daddy's room.

"Ahh Han Yue suddenly collapsed on the ground. At the moment when she guarded the door, she saw the picture she had seen three years ago: a middle-aged man was lying on the ground, his glasses were shattered, his forehead and legs were injured, and his forehead was still bleeding; And his shoes flew out the moment he was hit.

This person. It's the dad who had a car accident three years ago!

Han Yue turned around, but saw her mother sitting there motionless: her mother was sitting on the ground in a daze, looking at the scene in front of her with her head held high:

A man, a man and a woman are holding hands and standing at the door of the house.

Han Yue looked at it, the man was exactly the same as the father lying in the bedroom! He was barefoot, wore glasses with only one lens, unkempt hair, and a little blood stain on his dirty clothes. And the woman next to her is the mother who was normal before this farce! Mom at the door was wearing her beloved purple sweater, which was a gift from her father on her 40th birthday. Now it looks so awkward and embarrassing.

"Han Yue, we're back!" The father at the door seemed to completely ignore the mother sitting on the ground, and walked straight towards Han Yue.

"Han Yue, haven't eaten yet? We bought some braised vegetables and sat down to eat a little together. This time, it was Mom who was holding Daddy's hand.

"No, no, I've already eaten!" Han Yue finally pushed her mother who was sitting on the ground, but she fell straight to the ground like an unconscious doll under Han Yue's push.

On the other side, Mom and Dad laughed and put down their backpacks and pickled vegetables, and changed into loose pajamas, as normal as usual, and there was nothing unusual to see - if it weren't for that doll-like mother.

For a while, Han Yue stood there like a frozen snowman.

I can't stay here any longer, not for a moment.

Han Yue locked herself in the bedroom and covered her ears in a vain attempt to isolate the sound of her parents talking while eating in the living room.

Han Yue opened the window, she was glad that it was only the second floor.

jumped and came to the vast sea of people; Running in the cold wind with fear and sorrow.