Lu Yiwei put his handprint on the white wall, like pinching a piece of half-melted butter, so soft that he couldn't hold it.

Wei Qinghuan was lying on the sofa, her feet were naked, resting on the armrests, her fiery red skirt slid down her calves, and the skirt fell to the ground.

She simply greeted, "Morning." ”

The background sounds are the conversations of young men and women and the barking of dogs.

"Where is this?"

"Itali, Sivana." , Wei Qinghuan threw a wink at Lu Yiwei.

Tin what Na? Lu Yiwei was a little confused.

Wei Qinghuan has already started her tirade: "Wei Wei, I have been loved by many people, men, women and children, more than you can imagine, human beings' pursuit of beauty is instinctive, so the whole world loves me." ”

She stared at Lu Yiwei directly, showing her appearance generously, without the blessing of lighting modeling, this thin powdered Wei Qinghuan is even better looking than in the magazine, and it is common to think about it, the saffron growing in the slums is always more shocking than the queen's garden.

Wei Qinghuan said softly: "But I have only loved one person, and I love him the most." ”

Lu Yiwei moved his lips numbly: "Lu Lingjia? Is that him? ”

"If you know, it's good." , the wind rose, the skirt was flying, she smiled, "I'm leaving, don't miss me too much." ”

Wei Qinghuan's plump body slowly melted into the oil painting, and then disappeared.

Other mothers need decades to battle wits with their sons, but she only needs a dream.

Lu Yiwei woke up in Wang Xu's house, the city before the storm was sweltering and oppressive, he woke up and wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead, slowly stuffed the disc into the computer, and connected it to the power supply.

His wife has been gone for more than ten years, and finally fell into his dream, but what he is talking about is still the past with his father, and his son is like a phone bill, in the face of love, fart doesn't count.

The disc was spinning rapidly in the notebook, and Wei Qinghuan appeared on the screen, she was much thinner than in her dream, without makeup, standing by the window.

The camera shook slightly, and a man whispered, "Let's get started." ”

This male voice was extremely pleasant, and Lu Yiwei trembled when he heard it.

Wei Qinghuan began to speak: "Now, I am facing a dilemma. ”

The date in the lower right corner is thirteen years ago on July 31, at 1:17 pm, Wei Qinghuan died in August, and she was dying in the video.

"Forgive my recklessness and self-determination, even though I have been living for myself, and I don't feel sorry for anything. In order to get out of this situation, I have to make a decision, and this decision will kill me. ”

The camera shuddered violently, and the out-of-focus view from the window flickered by.

"After I die, I will inevitably be forgotten by the world for a period of time, at least a few years, more than ten years, depending on when you get this tape, like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince, there is no initiative at all, it is very lonely to think about it." , Wei Qinghuan took the camera from the man's hand, paced the empty room with the machine, and the scenery outside the window was no longer visible. Seek the magic TXT

Lu Yiwei sighed in her heart, she guessed all right, indeed, no one remembered her.

The man behind the camera was sobbing, and Wei Qinghuan was also red-eyed, but these two people should not be crying for the same thing.

Wei Qinghuan looked directly at the camera and asked sincerely: "You won't let me be lonely all the time, will you?" Reeds? I'm tired and want to be lazy, this time, I entrust my last wish to you, I only have one wish, so, please do your best and do your best. ”

She lowered her camera to the ground and photographed the rusted window frames with an elevation angle: "I want the world to remember my name, my appearance, and the things I have done, even if it's just for one day, one day." ”

"Please."

The screen goes black and the recording ends.

Lu Yiwei felt as if she had watched a suspense movie with her head and tail removed, and her mind was full of "What is this?" What the hell is this? Thinking about it a little deeper, he felt that his wife was a narcissist who longed for attention, and her bones were cold and she was still worried about her reputation in the yang world.

This is just a summer vacation, Wang Xu can't wait to go back to Beijing, leave the key to Lu Yiwei to look after the house, he relied on no one around, scribbled on the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom, and finally wiped it all off in a rage, and came to the conclusion that "adults are unreliable".

Lu Yiwei felt helpless and wanted to make a call to Brother Tian, but the little nurse at the nurse's desk had a grudge against him, that is, he didn't let the patient in the ninth bed pick up, and he didn't understand how he offended this ancestor, so he had to hang up the phone and continue to look at the tape over and over again.

The empty houses and rusty window frames in the video can't provide any clues at all, similar locations are all over Wucheng, Lu Yiwei fast-forwarded the picture until the last frame-

The view outside the window frame is familiar.

Lu Yiwei became curious, took a screenshot of the picture, enlarged it with his fingers, and then magnified it, a white light flashed in his head, and when he turned to look, goosebumps suddenly fell all over the ground.

There may be a lot of empty houses in this city, but how many empty houses can you see a large number of bungalows? The footage was taken at 1 p.m., but the room was unusually dark and the windows were supposed to be facing the backlit side.

Lu Yiwei quickly hung up the VPN and climbed over the wall, entered the satellite map, entered the Gaofeng District, and sifted out the buildings facing the lighting surface, and there were only a few left, except for this community, there were only a few dormitory buildings and the Friendship Building in the nineteenth middle school.

As soon as he saw that there was a play, he immediately came to his senses, put the computer on Wang Xu's desk, and prepared to continue his in-depth research, thinking that the elephant head mask in the corner was an eyesore, so he didn't think much about it, and picked it up-

The room seemed to come to life, the walls opened, and the single bed in the center of the bedroom slid slowly into the wall along the track, revealing a rectangular gray carpet beneath the bed.

Lu Yiwei was dumbfounded, the mask in his hand suddenly became a hot potato, he wanted to put it back in its place, but he was afraid of touching any more deadly organs, so he had to hold it honestly and approach the carpet with small steps.

"Hey, is there anyone down there?"

There was only dead silence that answered him, Lu Yiwei had never felt that Wang Xu's home was so quiet, it was so quiet as if there were no other residents upstairs and downstairs.

"Anyone?"

Still no one answered.

Lu Yiwei looked at the elephant head mask in his arms, stretched out his hand and gently scraped the paint on the mask with his fingernails, the color paint did not move at all, he got close and sniffed, and it was not as bad as the cheap goods used outside, the whole elephant head was very exquisite, but the person who made this mask forgot the eye part, this elephant did not open its eyes, its eyes were closed, and its demeanor was a little more depressed.

"What the hell...", he whispered.

This room is like a Transformer, it is not easy to restore the original situation, Lu Yiwei looked left and right at the carpet, firmly believing that there was something else in it, so he stretched out his spare hand and knocked it twice like a watermelon.