When the candle was sent downstairs by Lu Chang to the girls' dormitory, the lights had been turned off in the entire dormitory.

Her dormitory is on the top floor. Originally, there were very few rooms on the top floor, and most of them were used to pile up some scrapped tables, chairs and benches, or were reserved for the central power distribution room and heating room, and no one lived in them. When Amy applied for a private dormitory for Candle, Candle made it clear that she wanted to live on the top floor because it was quiet and she didn't have to contact other people. The room was simple, except for a desk that was usually used for studying or painting, three large cabinets full of clothes side by side against the wall, only an ordinary bed and a washroom remained. The only characteristic is chaos. Wherever you can stay, there are either shopping bags, stuffed bears and rabbit toys from the mall, or watercolor paints and paintbrushes scattered all over the place, and there are drawing boards with unfinished paintings standing next to the bed.

Candle loves to draw, especially with people she likes. In her painting folder, there are more than 20 sketches of black cats on one side, some of which are colored; On the other side are several portraits of middle-aged men, but with pig noses or rabbit ears painted on their faces, and some depictions of Amy and a couple of men and women. The only one is a black-haired man dressed as a scholar in the Republic of China. Round-framed glasses, combed open middle, small eyes, gentlemanly words, warm as jade.

The candle's fingers brushed lightly over the man's face.

Memories are like electric shocks. The little girl who appeared in her mind, wearing a bright red jacket and red cotton pants, her face was red and cracked from the cold, standing at the door of the orphanage, refusing to enter.

"I'm going to wait for Mom!" The girl repeated the repetition, snot running down her lips and down her chin.

"Good boy, your mother has something to go out for, ask us to take care of you for a few days." The dean, a gray-haired old man, was also standing in the cold wind at the moment, and persuaded her earnestly.

The girl just cried.

There were more and more onlookers, and the dean could only persuade him with good words, and the nurse next to him wanted to carry the girl into the house, but the girl just grabbed the railing and refused to let go, and her strength was surprisingly great.

How long the girl in the memory has been stubborn is no longer clear.

Afterward...

It was only after a long time that the girl suddenly saw a woman.

It was the best-looking woman she had ever seen, her eyes rippling like autumn waves, and her smile like a daisy in early spring.

The woman crouched down, and the girl noticed a man dressed in a tunic standing next to the woman.

The woman reached out and rubbed it on her head, ignoring the fact that her hair was messed up like a chicken nest.

"Do you want a new home?" The woman asked.

The girl froze. In her little heart, she already knew that her mother would not come back. The woman, who had just turned thirty, was tired and raised a child singlely, and she had nothing she could do in this cannibalistic society. The girl is just very willful, very unhappy, very jealous. She wanted to cry, so she cried. She wanted to vent all the injustices she had been born with, and everything was contained in heart-rending cries.

But does anyone have to support themselves? So good-looking.

Is it the bad guy? The girl wondered. The mother was deceived by her new boyfriend more than once, not only did she not give them the mother and daughter living expenses, but also did not care about her at all, and only thought about climbing into her mother's bed.

But is there anything you can fool yourself?

The girl did not give an answer. The woman waited quietly.

"Can you eat enough?" After hesitating for a long time, the girl asked the question she cared about the most.

The onlookers burst into laughter.

"Yes, you can eat as much as you want." The woman speaks nicely.

"Then you can't lie to me, Pull Hook."

"Hang yourself on the hook, you can't change it for a hundred years! Whoever changes is a gilt! When the girl finished reading, she held the woman's hand tightly, for fear that she would run away.

The woman smiled back.

"In the future, you can call me Madame."

"He's my husband, you can call him whatever you want."

"What's your name?"

Name? The girl remembered those days, and the mother seemed to shout the most about hey, except for the drunk days when she was drunk and calling her to drag the oil bottle and the dead child.

The girl had no choice but to tell the truth,

"Hey."

"Huh?"

"That's what Mom called me."

The man frowned, and the girl instinctively shrank back, a little frightened.

Unexpectedly, the man leaned up and pinched her face, which was very round and soft, but it was a little cracked by the wind.

"Mr. Wen Yiduo has a poem called "Red Candle", you are wearing so red today, name it Candle, it's not too much!"

The man looks at the woman and asks for permission.

The girl hadn't heard of any sir, but she liked the name.

"Lin Candle."

The girl's ID photo had her name shining in ink. It was the first time she knew the word, and it was the first time she pronounced it softly.

"I'm Lin Candle."

"My name is Candle."

"I have a name. I have a home. ”

Family is fresh for girls. It was all too sudden, so she was cautious at first. In a three-person living room, she was always timid, and the first time she saw a man and a woman arguing, she even cried heartbreakingly - where would she go without home?

Mrs. and man - later the man called Candle and called him president, always affectionate and quarrelsome. For example, who cooks and washes dishes, who feeds cat food to the cats at home, and who attends the parent-teacher meeting of Candle, both of them are very fond of reasoning. At first, Candle hid from the side whenever they pulled up, but then slowly moved the bench to listen, and even became a referee.

The quiet and beautiful days in my memory, the noisy and warm home, the gifts I received on my birthday, and the many plush toys are all fairy tales that the girl once dreamed of, and the life she longs for every day.

Candle grew up day by day, and she liked Madame. In addition to a great degree of heartfelt love, she also likes the beauty of her wife, so tempting, so elegant, so mellow.

She also likes the president, as well as Mao, a black cat.

Mao is her playmate. Other cats often look disgusted and don't like to move, but Ah Mao is very lively. At night, when it is a little cold, Ah Mao will get into the candle's quilt and shrink by the candle's leg to keep warm, sometimes the candle hides in the quilt and draws quietly, Ah Mao helps her hold a small flashlight and watch her quietly.

Probably due to childhood experience, Candle doesn't like to be in contact with people and doesn't care about strangers. She only wants to care about those she cares about.

Therefore, the candle in the eyes of the classmates just doesn't like to talk, is indifferent, and is not easy to get along with.

Speaking of which, it seems that there have never been friends.

Madame also once persuaded Candle to participate in more activities, and Candle also tried to meet some people, but in the end he always returned home.

In this way, Lu Chang seems to be the first.

"Candle, I haven't slept yet." The black cat jumped out of the window and landed beside Candle's bed.

"Ma'am," said Candle, a little surprised, and a little surprised, and suddenly found that her room had nowhere to stay, and her face was full of shame.

"Hey, this painting," Changle's paw brushed, "yes, sir." ”

"Hmm." The candle sat wrapped in a quilt and wrapped around his knees, curled up in a ball.

"It's like him." Changle said slowly.

"There's also Madame yours."

The candle opened the folder and took out the paintings one by one. Changle carefully settled between the paintings on the bed, looking at them one by one.

"Why are you so stupid to draw sir. Hahaha. Changle pointed to the pig's nose.

"Whoever calls him always bothers you." Candle has a stingy look on his face.

"It's a shame that he likes you so much that he brings you stuffed animals every time."

"He's ugly to buy! It's not as good as the lady you bought. "The toys on the candlebed looked a little old, and one of the Winnie bears had patches on their stomachs, which seemed to have been sewn by the girl herself. The toys scattered all over the floor are quite new.

"You're so old, you shouldn't be childish. How did you get along with Lu Chang today? Changle asked.

"He's stupid. It's always a bunch of questions. ”

"Did you tell him about Su Qiang?"

"Nope."

"Hmm." Changle thought thoughtfully, "It's okay not to say it, it's too early for him to know this." ”

"How's the investigation going? Are there any new discoveries? ”

"There are red ghosts at the scene, not like the technique of the knife and axeman."

"Hmm..."Changle pondered for a moment, as if thinking about something.

"It's not early, go to bed early. Good night, candles. She turned off the lamp in front of her bed, jumped lightly on the floor, and paced out.

"Ma'am." Candle stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

"Lu Chang asked me a question today, I... I'd love to know the answer as well. When a person dies, does he really have a soul? ”

"Of course."

"What about the president, will he forget about us?"

"No, it won't. Didn't Su Qiang come back well? Changle said softly.

"However, Su Qiang doesn't remember anything... President, does the president remember me? ”

"Will remember."

"Madame, I have grown up! You can't lie to me! ”

"Little one! Go to bed early, you'll see him again, that's what he said. ”

The door closed softly, and only the breath of the candle was left in the room.

In a small room, a man and a woman.

The woman is doing female red, her fingers flying up and down. The man was reading at the table, and several county chronicles were scattered on the table.

"According to the book, souls who die and do not want to be reborn are trapped in the noon realm, where the edge of life and death is the place where the trapped person can see the world they want to see, but they cannot see the person they want to see. And, never, never leave. Everyone has only themselves in the noon realm, which is God's teasing of man's delusional immortality. ”

"However, the book also says that if you stay in the noon realm for a long time, and there are not so many people in the noon realm, there may be new people entering your noon realm, and you can leave at that time, but you can't take away all the memories of your feelings in the world. God's mockery will never forgive these people. ”

"Then if I die, I will wait for you in the noon realm, and if you come, we will be together forever and forever. If it's not you, I'll let him go until you come. ”

"Okay?"

The man looked at the woman beside him.

"Net nonsense." But the woman's face turned red.

"I'll wait for you."