As if merging with the air flowing in his ears, Zhang Hang felt himself lying on the warm wind-shaped back, his face slightly tilted, floating aimlessly somewhere.

The stubble, thin cheeks were always pale, and the closed eyelids had long, thick eyelashes that didn't look like the eyes of a boy in the slightest. The color of the hanging eyes was even lighter than the pale complexion.

When I got closer, I looked closely, and the eyes under the curtains seemed to be full of light, and the subtle folds and lines on the thin skin of the eyes were reflected like longitudinal mountain ravines.

The hanging eyes illuminated the ravine, and he rode the wind to an unknown place. He wasn't worried about the rainstorm drenching him. Such a feeling is rare, and Zhang thought of it in the moment when he closed his eyes. It's like he can hear the sound of blood running in his atrium from time to time.

Zhang Xuan doesn't like to think too much about unexplained things, it just consumes precious physical and mental power. But he prefers to explore the unknown. He often wondered if there was a place in his body that had been hollowed out a long time ago, and that there were some unnamed objects stored there.

Maybe there's blood? Or maybe it's the pebbles that are common on the beach near your hometown? He had no way of knowing. But there will always be something, and there can't be nothing. Somewhere hollowed out, it must have been because that part was consumed.

Empty may be the same as nothing, but not having is not the same as no longer consuming. So the heart, the vital organ in my body, began to act. From time to time, the blood is secretly transfused into the hollowed out part while Zhang Hang is not paying attention, trying to fill it up before Zhang Hang realizes it—even if he is not satisfied, at least maintain a balance that can be reluctantly accepted by the owner of the body.

Because no matter who you are, one day you suddenly find that a part of your body has been hollowed out from the inside out, and the surrounding area is like a metal mirror that has been thrown away with a polishing brush, even if you are not crazy, it is not too bad.

When an unknown event with a high probability of existence is buried in unexplained soil, Zhang Hang will feel that it is not the unknown event that is buried, but his own head.

At this point, he became almost unable to breathe, and the photoreceptor cells of the retina resembled those of a longhorn that had been dead for weeks, and the outer shell may have a slight remnant, but the inside was rotten and black and smelly, and it was ineffective. Every time he recovers from this state, it is extremely painful for Zhang Hang.

Fortunately, although he has experienced this state in the past eighteen years, he has stumbled out of it.

It may be a unique experience, but it's by no means enviable. A slippage under your feet may be lost. What Zhang Hang's feet stepped on was not ice, but high-altitude steel wires tied to the north and south ends of the cliff. The mist in the air was as thick as cheese soup.

But Zhang Hang himself was not afraid of these, at most he just frowned and nodded his head like a tasteless eater.

If he didn't explore the unknown, if he didn't have so many ideas, these invisible swamps and deep pools, endless abysses and thin ice, would be like a little dust piled up in the corner of the table, and it would disappear with a light blow.

Zhang Xuan knows this better than anyone else, at least that's what he thinks. But he still repeatedly guessed the temptation of the devil. This is something that he himself often finds magical. Maybe Zhang Hang has his own goal, but he himself doesn't know where that goal is.

Or maybe Zhang Hang is just tired of listening to the piano music at home. And he didn't have the money to shop for new piano music for the time being. Although Zhang Xuan didn't know what the reason was for this, all in all, he didn't intend to lose in the guessing with the demon.

It can also be assumed that Zhang Xuan put his hands behind his back, shook his head gently, and then turned around and walked away. Where can you go? Zhang Hang is likely to instinctively return to his single apartment.

On the way back, I bought two slices of burnt cheap toast to take home with me. The fridge that looks like a white Rubik's Cube has mayonnaise in it, takes it out and squeezes it evenly on the toast he bought, then goes to the kitchen stove to boil the water, brews a cup of instant coffee, takes it back to the house, and sits down to eat his first and last meal of the day.

Taking a sip of coffee, Zhang Hang will look out the window at the quiet street where it is drizzling. The streets were gray, and few people were walking. Zhang Hang looked at it for a while, then picked up a piece of toast and put it in his mouth, tore off a small slice and chewed it slowly, and then looked at the street.

Two slices of charred toast smeared with mayonnaise, half a mug of instant coffee, and Zhang Hang will eat it for about an hour.

After eating and cleaning up, I turned on the tape recorder and listened to the piano music while reading a long story.

Year after year, day after day. No changes have been made. In this place, the thickness of the sunlight is incomparably similar.

Zhang Hang is not a scientist and does not know how to calculate the thickness of light, but he thinks he does. Because it's not the brain, it's his eyes, his skin, something he's losing telling him.

In this way, as long as the time is right, Zhang Hang will not put his hands behind his back. He flicked his index finger like a hunting net and popped it out like a glass ball.

Then I looked down - the glass bead that rolled to the side, bounced back into the corner of the wall and gradually stopped moving, but it was really "fear". Zhang Xuan didn't think it was strange, it could be turned into a net, why couldn't it be turned into glass beads. Maybe he's wrong, maybe it's not explained in a few words.

But there are a lot of things that can't be explained, and there aren't many of them.

You don't need to go too far into it, get a rough idea of what it feels like, and throw it in a drawer. Although Zhang Hang himself is not good at analyzing and commenting, as long as his heart is still beating and his eyes can still move with his will, this can still be done.

The wind stopped.

Zhang Hang's body was imperceptible to the earthquake, and trembled for a moment. It was like a giant in the distant sky holding a giant hammer high in both arms, and then vertically and quickly slammed the earth. Before the flesh of the earth cracked and crumbled, it had a trembling that was extremely oppressive from the excruciating pain. The tremor of Zhang Hang is something similar to it.

His back was suddenly wet with cold sweat. Coincidentally, the sky, which had just been blue, suddenly thundered. Like a rising lion, it opened its bloody mouth and roared.

Perhaps the playground was too empty, and he looked up at the sky and saw the blue and black clouds gathering in the sky, and there were blue and white thunder rolling and struggling in the clouds. It looks like boiling water that needs to be boiled before drinking instant coffee.

After a long while, there was a buzzing in Zhang's ears. The buzzing sound went down the ear holes to the viscera. Every time thunder exploded in the sky, his heart and lungs, his internal organs, would tremble with it.

Finally, the rain began to fall. The raindrops aren't heavy, but the density is surprisingly high, barely giving a breathing room. This was completely beyond Zhang's prediction.

Maybe only half a second later, Zhang Hang was already so drenched that he couldn't open his eyes. He didn't even have time to think about where to go, so he pulled his legs and ran.

There will always be a place, as long as you run in one direction, there must be a place where you will not get wet. Even if it's too blind, it's better than standing still and sucking in the rainwater even if you breathe.

Since it was difficult to open his eyes, Zhang Hang basically relied on his hearing to determine the direction of movement. It's not that difficult. It's not that Zhang Hang's hearing is superhuman, but that he is too familiar with this area. The ear is only responsible for confirming the right and wrong judgments, and the initial decisions are left to the instinctive response of the memory cells. During this time, Zhang Hang passed through the noisy crowd.

This could be "Chase Street," he thought to himself. There won't be much noise on the campus of Minhua University. The shopping street is one of the few. The shopping street is home to not only school students, but also many tourists and citizens who come for a relaxing holiday.

This shopping street is the longest on the campus of Minhua University, and it looks like a giant earthworm that burrows out of the ground when it rains.

The two beautiful eyes on his pale face didn't look like a boy would have. There was a glittering rain that hung on his long eyelashes that were slightly upturned, and then trembled slightly.

The frequency is perfectly matched by the body trembling slightly in the rain, like a lock and a key. The hanging pupils are like jewels, but the rain has become a magnifying glass. The gemstone and rain don't match very well, but both lose their basic benefits. One is gorgeous, and the other magnifies this gorgeous.

He tried to find a drink shop to go in and take a nap. A nap is secondary, first to hide from the rain, and then to the waiter for a warm cup of milk coffee and a thick white goose down towel.

But he couldn't find it. Zhang Xuan was confused and rotated in place at 360 degrees, but after only one turn, he felt dizzy and the sky was dark. Not to mention the coffee shop, the figures of the pedestrians around the retina are blurred.

I don't know if they are in a hurry to hide from the rain, or Zhang Hang is in a hurry to find a coffee shop, or both. In short, this is not an ordinary state. Zhang Hang sensed this almost intuitively.

"Sir, do you want to hide from the rain? How about a cup of hot cocoa in the afternoon sun? ”

Zhang Hang's calves are very thin, and he walks up and staggers in the rain, like a drunk who has been "drunk" by the rain. The rain was colorless and tasteless, but stronger than the brandy in the mouth, and it was hard not to be remembered.

A frame of green outline appeared vaguely in his eyes, which seemed to be a billboard, but Zhang Xuan couldn't see what was written at all. But Zhang Hang heard someone talking to him, and the direction was the direction of the billboard.

"Hot cocoa? Is there milk coffee? ”

"Of course, of course, sir, we can also provide you with a hot shower and dry your clothes in the meantime, so that you can be warm when you wear them again."

Zhang Hang vaguely saw a big flower cat with a wide face painted on the green billboard (it should be). But he didn't have the heart to think much about the relationship between this flower cat and milk coffee.

Zhang Xuan, who was drunk by the rain, could only nod his head constantly, staggering and following the billboard through the streets and alleys, and kept walking.

Zhang Hang replied wetly. The damp cold air was like a silk-slender parasite, twisting its body violently, making a "hiss-hiss-" friction sound in the void, and one by one drilled open the tightly closed pores and squeezed into the body.

It was like throwing the red-flushed soldering iron into the pool of cold water, and a trace of cold air seeped into the blood vessels, and the moment it came into contact with the quietly flowing warm blood, it suddenly emitted white smoke and screamed continuously.

Coffee shops without stoves can be very wet and cold on rainy days, especially if the word "underground" is added in front of it.

The rain penetrates deep into the soil, and the moisture in the soil seeps into the ground. An underground café was hollowed out of the ground, and the moisture seeped into the café in its original form. There are only four or five tables scattered around the café.

The surrounding walls are covered in pitch black paint, which is indistinguishable from each other. As he stared at the graffiti on the wall with strange shapes, strange expressions, and even more strange colors, he suddenly remembered the cat on the billboard.

The impression is already very vague. Zhang Hang followed the person he was talking to, turned left and right, and he couldn't remember the moment he came to this underground café. At that time, he was just dizzy and wanted to vomit, and he wanted to vomit all the overnight meal, and nothing else.