It was a very special afternoon, the sky was overcast, the visibility was very low, and it was said to be the worst smog ever recorded in Xi'an, so severe that the main highways and Xi'an airport were temporarily closed.

Originally, I was forced to fly to Shanghai for a blind date at one o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, and the reason why I said it was forced was because all this was deliberately arranged by my mother, and I did not go voluntarily.

In fact, I am not too old, I am only twenty-seven years old, for the current social phenomenon of being single in my thirties, I am not at the age when I have to marry, plus I yearn for free love, and I am extremely rejecting the love imposed on me by my parents, so every time I use every excuse to push.

But this time, my mother seemed to be iron-hearted, and actually used the ultimate means, that is, as long as she mentioned the words "Black Prison Angel" to me, I had to compromise. It seems that I had a lingering attachment to these four words at a very young age, and every time I had to agree to any of my mother's requests.

I remember for as long as I can remember, whenever I didn't behave, or didn't do what my mother wanted, my mother would say "Black Angel" to me. If I had gone my own way, I would have had a nightmare that night when a mysterious woman in a black tights and a horror mask appeared in front of me and took me by the hand and flew into a world of great mystery.

The world was so dark, obscure, and even oppressive that it was breathless. Every time she flew with me in the air, the sight of the endless darkness around me and the pungent smell of blood made me vomit.

What terrified me even more was that she would take me very high into the air every time, then swoop down and then suddenly turn around and fly into the air as I was about to fall into the sea of blood below.

Every time I dived like this, I threw up even more, crying as I vomited, and she didn't seem to care for me at all, and finally threw me straight into the sticky sea of blood.

At the moment of falling into the sea of blood, the smell of blood and suffocation will make me wake up from my dream with a "wow......" shout, and every time I wake up, my mother is guarding me by my side, and says to me with a solemn face: "Yang'er, what you dreamed of just now was the angel of the black prison, specializing in catching disobedient children, will you still listen to your mother's words in the future?" ”

"Listen, Mom, don't let the Black Prison Angels arrest me, okay?"

"As long as you obediently listen to your mother in the future, the Black Prison Angel will not arrest you. Do you understand? ”

"yes, I see."

Before I was ten years old, after all, I was a child, and I was a boy, and I was used to being naughty and mischievous, always forgetting the pain of the scars, and often going against my mother's wishes, so I would often wake up in the middle of the night by the black prison angel crying and screaming, and every time I woke up, I would have palpitations and settle down for a while, and then I would make my mother angry again.

It wasn't until I was ten years old that I finally became sensible, and since then my mother has rarely threatened me with these four words, except when she thinks something is particularly important and I want to disobey her wishes. It's just that I've learned to be obedient, as long as my mother uses this killer weapon in something, it shows that there is no room for negotiation, and I will obediently do it.

So although I was reluctant to go on this blind date, when I heard my mother mention those four words on the phone, I immediately agreed happily, because in my memory, my mother has not mentioned these four words in recent years, and obviously this blind date is really important to her.

But I didn't expect that when I was about to drive to the airport at 11 o'clock in the morning, I learned from the radio that the severe smog in Xi'an had caused the flights to be cancelled, so unless I put on my wings, I could fly to Shanghai on time, even if I changed to the high-speed train.

When I called and nervously asked my mother if it was feasible to change the day, she told me categorically that I had to see the girl today, and that I should just wait at home, and she asked the girl to come to me.

After hanging up the phone, I racked my brains, and I really couldn't think of how that girl came to Xi'an to see me, even if she flew from Shanghai to Xi'an, it was useless, the airport was closed, where did the plane land.

Unless she came by helicopter, but as far as I know, those who privately own helicopters are big bosses of big companies, is she still a rich second generation? Suddenly my head was a little bigger, although my family's economic conditions were better than those of ordinary working-class families, but compared with the rich second-generation families, it was too far behind.

What's more, I'm just a little author who writes novels for a living, and I haven't written any sensational works, just a mess of food, and I can't seem to afford this kind of pampered daughter.

Do you want me to plug the door upside down and eat soft rice? This is not in line with my principles of being a man, after all, I know that it is impossible to have happiness in a lifetime of marriage under the fence and looking at people's faces.

Thinking of this, I was inexplicably irritable, and when I saw that it was almost twelve o'clock, I planned to go out to eat first, or go to the café across the road that I love to go to every day, order a pasta, and a glass of German stout, and eat and drink, and continue to brew the name and outline of the next novel.

Because I guess that even if the girl can come to see me this afternoon, it will be at least after three or four o'clock, or even five or six o'clock, after all, the helicopter takes off in advance to apply for a route from the Civil Aviation Administration, and the approval can only take off.

So I don't have to deliberately wait for her at home and affect my own daily living habits, I am also very resistant to this kind of blind date, just meet each other, chat casually, and send her away.

When I came to the café, I found that there were a lot of people today, and I suddenly reacted, today is November 11th - Singles' Day, but this café is always overcrowded on major holidays, fortunately, the seat I usually sit in is still empty, I hurriedly walked over and occupied the seat.

The reason why I like to sit in this position every time I come here is because it is in the far corner of the window, which is relatively quiet and has a view of the door of the house I rent.

So that I can safely brew my novel here, and my mother didn't say what time the girl would come to me anyway, and even if she came to my door, I could see it at a glance, and it was never too late to rush over.

Just as I was eating and drinking, staring out the window and meditating, a nice girl's voice interrupted my thoughts: "Sir, excuse me, excuse me, this is the rush hour for dining, I really can't find an empty seat, do you mind if I sit opposite you for dinner?" ”

"Oh...... This, well, please take a seat, it's just that the table is a little messy, you don't mind. "It's always uncomfortable for me to be interrupted while I'm working on a novel, so my tone is a little frustrated.

"It's okay, I don't mind, did I interrupt your train of thought? Why don't I wait for another empty seat......" The girl apparently saw my thoughts, and said empathetically, getting up and trying to leave as she spoke, but I stopped her in time.

"No, no, it's that I seem to have thought about the title of the novel a little bit just now, and I was suddenly interrupted from my train of thought, so it's inevitable that I'm a little regretful, maybe my expression is a little helpless, so you misunderstand that I dislike you. Actually, I don't blame you, but having a beautiful girl like you sitting across from me will greatly increase my inspiration. Seeing that the other party seemed to be really guilty and wanted to leave, I felt inexplicable pity, and I also felt that I didn't control my emotions, which made her embarrassed. So he hurriedly stopped her and signaled her to eat in peace.

"So you're a novelist, huh? I admire people who write novels the most, and I have stories in my heart, but I can't write them. I...... Oh, it's nothing, thank you then, I promise to eat quietly and won't bother you anymore. Waiter, trouble ordering. The girl looked at me in surprise, and seemed to be interested in me as the author of the novel, but soon felt that she was talking too much, and quickly apologized for promising not to disturb me again, and turned to the waiter to order her food.

As she bowed her head to order, I pretended to close my eyes and continue to think, and took the opportunity to take a closer look at her: a small light purple-gray leather suit with delicate bright silver water ripples on the cuffs and small lapels on the chest, a standard graceful figure, and a very restrained ladylike temperament, as for her appearance, it is not an exaggeration to describe it even with the most gorgeous words of the ancients.

Before I met her, I really had never seen such a beautiful woman, her beauty is not only limited to her appearance, but also reveals a unique nobility and elegance in her gestures.

Especially when she finished ordering, her white jade hand lightly supported her chin, and her eyes stared out of the window with extremely melancholy eyes, the silhouette under the sunlight was extremely heartwarming and distressing.

I suddenly had an intuition that she should have a special experience that no one knows, definitely a girl with a deep story in her heart, and it seems that she has been greatly wronged, even a weak woman who has been misunderstood by the world and wronged.

It seems that she is carrying an unusually heavy shackle on her body, which makes her breathless, but she also implies a stubborn personality that never gives up and never gives up, and it seems that for her, it is only a matter of time before she gets out of the predicament.

Before I knew it, a woman in a black tights and a terrifying mask gradually appeared in my mind, rushing around in a dark and bloody world, as if trying to break out of this oppressive and obscure world.

But she found that the world was really big, just broke through one layer and then another layer appeared, and each layer was also full of deadly mechanisms, she calmly and calmly studied the mechanisms, cracked the mechanisms, and brushed shoulders with death many times, and finally broke through the shackles, flew into the blue sky, and became the most free goddess.

At that moment, I suddenly had an inspiration, all these years, I have always been caught up in the nightmares of my childhood, always living in the nightmare of the angel of the Black Prison, allowing myself to become shrinking, so I have achieved nothing until now.

If I want to break this situation, I also have to face up to the Black Prison Angel, dodging is not the way, I want to transform the Black Prison Angel into the image of Liberty in my heart, then I will never have this kind of nightmare again.

In this case, the name of the next novel is simply called Black Prison Angel, with a female prisoner on death row who was unjustly imprisoned, through her own ingenuity, using the most superb skills to break through the death row, escape, and successfully clear her name for herself The suspenseful plot as the main line, and then interspersed with the most romantic love story between her and the young and righteous handsome criminal policeman, can definitely attract the attention of readers.

Thinking of this, I suddenly slapped the table with some excitement and shouted, "Yay! Black Prison Angel, I'm not afraid of you anymore! You're not my nightmare anymore! Haha......"

As soon as I finished shouting, I realized that I was embarrassed, this is not at home, but in the café! Looking at the puzzled and contemptuous eyes of the other guests nearby, I quickly sat down in embarrassment, and I also found that I slapped so hard that I shook the cutlery of the girl opposite to the ground.

When I was embarrassed to bend down to pick up the cutlery on the ground and wanted to say sorry to the girl opposite, I found that she was staring at me with an extremely incredulous look, and it took a long time to ask: "You are Su Feiyang?" ”