The students here are humble and kind, and introverted girls like me, who are not good communicators, have made many good friends on the first day of school. We ate a cheap and delicious lunch together in the cafeteria, picked out beautiful clothes in the Chase shopping street, and tasted countless unique desserts.

Did you know that Zhang Hang, Datong Commercial Street is so long, it seems to be an endless labyrinth. Meng Ling seemed to be in the middle of it, her fingers gradually relaxed, and the corners of her eyes softened. Zhang Xuan didn't make a sound, just stared silently at such Mengling on the side.

On some afternoons when there are no classes, I choose to go to the school library or café to read. At this time, I am usually on my own. But it doesn't matter. It's better to be alone when you read a book. Immersed in the book, you don't always feel lonely and scared or something.

"I agree with that. Although reading may seem like a human thing to do, it is actually a communication with another world. ”

Meng Ling smiled, "You also like to read, right?" I thought about it before. ”

"Oh? Can you see this? ”

"Well, because Kadivsky's tunes are the best ones to listen to while reading a book."

"That's right, and Magellan's piano music." Zhang Xuan chuckled, "But it's better not to talk about this now." ”

Meng Ling smiled slightly, nodded and continued.

"But every time this happens...... Every year in April. Meng Ling fell silent.

Zhang Xuan waited quietly. He knew that Meng Ling needed to sort out her thoughts. After all, whenever he came to Yunpan Square, it was also when his thoughts were so confused that he couldn't sort it out in a short period of time. In his opinion, Meng Ling should be similar to himself in this regard.

Finally, Meng Ling took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Everything exists distortedly as if trapped in a void with no answers. Since three years ago, April has seemed to me as if it was no longer a month – it was more like a key to open a certain door.

To others, the world is still going on as usual, but for me, for someone whose door has been opened and who is in a narrow sense, everything is more or less distorted. ”

Meng Ling closed her eyes and continued to speak steadily.

"It's my third year in the student union. These three years have been very ambiguous for me. Maybe it has something to do with my position, but I always feel like I'm always on the edge.

I am sometimes terrified of this. It's like waking up in the morning and opening your eyes, only to find yourself walking aimlessly on a tightrope that connects you to the cliffs.

At this time, the brain is blank, and I can't even breathe. At first, I would cry all of a sudden, because as soon as I cried, I would immediately get out of that state and go back to normal.

But after a long time, as soon as I fell into that state, I found that I couldn't even cry. ”

I don't know why, Zhang Hang naturally gently covered Mengling's hand. And Meng Ling didn't seem to feel it, didn't react at all, still closed her eyes, and continued to speak. But there was an inexplicable sadness in her tone.

"If this is the only thing that happens, there is no doubt that my position in the student council is not suitable for me. But it's not like that. Sometimes, when I hover on that edge, I feel like it's pitch black around me, and I can't even see myself.

After a long time like this, I would wonder if I really existed. In a sense, it scares me more than walking on a tightrope that connects you to a cliff.

But every time this happens, I hear the sound of running water clearly – the first time in my life that I hear it so clearly. After that, I could easily determine the direction of the flowing water and keep walking until I was awake again.

When I wake up, I will find that the sound of running water is inevitably related to the work of my student union. ”

Speaking of this, Meng Ling slowly opened her eyes and showed a slightly bitter smile.

"The student union of Minhua University has a clear day and night."

She saw Zhang Han's palm, so she slowly turned over the hand that was covered underneath, and the five slender fingers seemed to tremble so uneasily, but they still gently clasped Zhang Han's palm.

"And I'm at the crossroads of day and night. The job in charge is to press the button that turns day into night. Then all I have to do is wait alone for the day to come again. ”

"So, you escaped." Zhang Hang found that he hadn't spoken for too long, his saliva was dry in his throat, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Yes, I escaped." Meng Ling reluctantly smiled, but tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Would it be better to run here alone?"

"I don't know. But I can't, I can't stay there alone. ”

"How about resigning from that obscure position?" Zhang Hang stared at the square in front of him. There are fewer couples in the square. But it is not unusual, although Yunpan Square relies on them to get light and vitality, but Yunpan Square is just a gray cardboard to them. That's all.

"But ......" Meng Ling looked very painful, and the emotions of extreme struggle were transmitted to Zhang Hang like an electric current through their clasped palms.

"If the tightrope goes too far, who knows if it will fall."

Meng Ling lowered her head and was silent.

"Although I am not suitable to say this, I think you have not been ambiguous in the past three years."

The surroundings were very silent, and Zhang Hang felt that his voice was surprisingly loud, as if he was standing on an empty stage with no audience and no lights.

Meng Ling raised her head slightly, looking at Zhang Hang's soft gaze.

"At least you never gave up. It's remarkable to last three years alone in the mud, isn't it? ”

“…… Not really. I'm just more afraid of falling into the dark than walking a tightrope. That's why I escaped. Year after year, they fled and fled. ”

"That's not your fault. There is a limit to how strong a person can be. And this limit, in fact, will come faster than we expected. ”

"I said Xiao Han." Zhang Hang looked at her and found that the corners of her eyes had regained their softness.

"Why are you so gentle?" Zhang Hang was stunned for a moment. Although his expression was pretending to be calm, his back and neck gradually tightened and stiffened.

"No, let's be honest."

“…… yes, anyway, I appreciate you. Zhang Hang chuckled inaudibly when he heard Meng Ling. Then he felt a beam of white light fall vertically above his head, drawing a circle on the stage, and he stood in it.

And he saw that he was naked on the empty stage, and in front of him, there was an extra audience. He couldn't see the viewer's face clearly.

The light is dim. Through the faint light shining overhead, he could barely see the spectator's face, which seemed to be wearing a mask. But what is clear is that Zhang Hang smelled a very familiar smell from the audience.

The next moment, gray and distorted whirlpools began to appear in the space, and there was a thin film like water waves gently rippling in the whirlpool, like the surface of the water reflecting the sunlight. In an instant, the faint light became incomparably brighter. The spotlights of the entire stage seemed to light up in an instant.

Zhang Hang found that the person sitting there was himself.

"...... am I?"

Lowering my head, I silently stared at my hands, my palms trembling slightly, trembling uncontrollably. It was as if countless fragments of memories had been poured into my mind in an instant, and the memories were too large for me to digest immediately. But, there's one thing I think I understand.

Slowly, I looked up to the side, and I don't know when Mengling had disappeared, and the huge cloud disk square was empty, only silent darkness shrouded me. Not far away, I suddenly noticed a young girl, quietly walking towards the bottomless darkness.

I looked at her back and thought of Mengling for a moment, but she looked much younger than Mengling, and her walking posture was faintly weird.

"What the hell is going on...... Is that Mengling? ”

Just as I was warned in my previous life before entering the crystallization of memories to find my own memories, I subconsciously tried to pay attention to all the details around me, so I successfully retrieved my memories.

And the other Zhang Hang, whom I had been observing all this time, was sitting beside me with his head bowed deeply, and his body was beginning to turn into gray fragments little by little. I think this should also be proof that I have regained my memory.

However, I know that regaining my consciousness is only the beginning, I haven't been able to find Meng Ling yet, I need to find the real her, and then bring her back to the present world, but how to do this?

At this time, I felt that something seemed to be clenched in the palm of my other hand, and I silently spread it out to see that it was actually a light blue memory crystal. It lay quietly in the palm of my hand, glowing faintly in the infinite darkness.

“…… It's another memory crystal, but whose is it...... Could it be that it is the crystallization of Mengling's memory? ”

I remembered Mengling's words before, and now she seems to be stuck in a "quagmire" and can't extricate herself, if she is left alone, she will be in danger sooner or later.

"Mengling, wait for me...... I will definitely take you back......" Looking at the memory crystal in my hand, my determination gradually became firmer, I tried to calm myself as much as possible, and then the next moment, I slowly closed my eyes while concentrating on the unknown memory crystal in my hand.

I don't know how long later, when my consciousness recovered from the darkness again, I found that there was a girl in front of me - it was Mengling.

However, Mengling's face in front of me is very immature, and she looks like she is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the space she is in now also makes me feel a little confused, where is this? Is it Mengling's residence?

So why don't I have a memory of this place in my head? Could it be ...... The memories I just retrieved are still mutilated? The more I thought about it, the more questions I had in my heart, and there was no other way at the moment, so I decided to look for clues in Mengling's memories first.

The fourteen-year-old genius girl writer "Mengqiu" won the "Minhua Literature Award" with the 200,000-word novel "Forbearance". Become the youngest winner of a literary prize in history – as the newspaper wrote.

Meng Ling knelt on the carpet, took out the newspaper from the drawer, and hesitated. Immediately outside the window, there was the sound of "hulala" flapping wings. Pulling open the glass door, two fat pigeons on the balcony were tilting their heads to look at her.

"Why don't you give us food?" As if asking.

"Actually, I have no obligation to feed you. They come to me every morning to beg for food, and I'm also very embarrassed. No, there aren't even enough newspapers for you to put food in, and my treasures have to be taken out. ”