The top tower of the old library is an octagonal heavy eaves, paved with blue glazed tiles, limestone carved balustrades and lush tree shadows, and the outline of the flowery tooth finch at the junction of the forehead and the columns is clear.

Further back, the archway and the forehead fang are gilded words on a blue background, and the color is bright.

Amy was still in deep thought as she walked down the stairs, so much so that she ignored the greetings of the passing students.

Her car was a small pink beetle, with cute cartoon spray paint on the tail and front mark, very recognizable, Amy looked up at the car on the side of the road, and soon found her mini, which was curled up in the shade of the old acacia tree on the side of the road.

She pulled out her car keys from her canvas bag, and the lights beeped.

When she was about to start the engine, she noticed that Changle had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. The long beard rose and fell with her breathing, saliva seemed to run down her mouth, and the facsimile she found was miserably thrown on the mat of her feet.

Amy was so angry and funny. The elegant and quiet president's wife who I knew back then seems to have fallen apart, and she can't correspond to this black cat who is not serious every day. When he first became a black cat, Changle even paid attention to his clothes every day, but now... Maybe a part of the cat's soul has changed her.

Turn the key, and the engine vibrates.

If you were Changle, would you make such a choice? Amy questioned herself over and over again. As the car slowly drove out of the campus, the speed began to increase. Amy rolled down the windows on either side of the car slightly, and the air swept over her cheeks happily, and the air became refreshed. She thought about it, shook back the glass on Changle's side, and covered her coat over Changle.

Surely it will.

After all, it is the unconscious of all loved ones to stand in front of you without fear of death.

As the car drove out of the city, Amy was relieved by the rich greenery and the vast fields that were paved. The number of vehicles on the road gradually decreases, and the gap between the self and the world decreases infinitely, like a dialogue between the one self and the origin of the world.

"In this test, Lin Jianyue got a full score again!" The teacher said.

There was sparse applause from the audience.

The little one on the podium, with a hunched neck, freckles and thick glasses - inherited from her father. From a very early age, she was the hardest-working and most serious "that" child among her classmates and friends. But unexpectedly, her popularity is not bad, probably because half of the class depends on her homework to support her.

The little girl admired her father the most, the man who knew everything in the world in her mind. Although she later learned that everyone in the world has doubts and confusion.

It is no coincidence that Amy joined the Moon Society, she inherited the position of a member of the Moon Club from her father. That day, when I was returning home from school, I passed by the study and was called by my father for the first time - in the past, my father should never be disturbed from reading. But that day, her father stopped her.

"Do you want to join the Moon Society?"

"Yes."

"I'm going on a long trip."

"How long are you going?"

"I don't know."

"Then how am I going to find you in the future?"

"I'll write to you and send it to you from all over the world, okay?"

"Okay, that's a deal."

Amy hasn't seen him since. But every year on her birthday, no matter where she is, her father will send her a letter to tell her about his current situation, talk about foreign policies and scenery, and ask Amy to bring greetings to her mother on his behalf. The letters have no address or postmark, and can only be identified by handwriting.

"Where the hell did my dad go?" Amy once asked Changle.

"He doesn't think it's interesting to fight and kill and do business, so he probably hides in a café in some corner of the world and studies his own philosophy." Changle didn't know much either.

In short, I have had a good life over the years, and I don't have time to care about that wayward father.

Rubbing his eyes, Changle pulled open the pink coat covering his body and woke up.

The driver's seat was empty. On one side of the road is an exposed gray rock, about seven stories high, with an abrupt cliff exposed, and on the other side is an ordinary small village, with gray stone and brick houses, and a few sheep grazing in the open space on one side, which looks very leisurely.

"Awake?"

Amy leaned against the window and handed over something long, "Oh, I just bought it." ”

It's ice cream. Changle glanced at the entrance of the village, where an old man was carrying a basket and selling it, which was wrapped in a white cloth to prevent it from melting early due to the high temperature.

She tore open the package, hugged it and licked it, the handmade ice cream was very milky, cold sweet and mellow.

"I'm about to arrive at the Guishan Mausoleum."

"Got it."

"It occurred to me just now," Amy paused, "that I said my father, what was there to do that I had to leave all of us and hide alone?" ”

"Brother. He was that kind of character before, and he liked to be more serious, maybe he was more energetic with himself. ”

"Do you think he has my mother in his heart? So heartless. ”

"Hmm, oh, men's feelings are hidden deeply, and you will know when you fall in love and get married in the future, little girl." Changle replied vaguely.

Amy sighed. "When I was a child, I studied so hard, and I didn't want to prove it to him. I knew that I would not study after graduating from the bachelor's degree, and I would develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and laboriously in an all-round way. ”

"You're not bad at being popular now! Lin ~ old ~ division. ”

"Eat your ice cream."

Consciousness is falling.

At first, I only felt the wind whirring past my ears, more like the sea breeze, because I felt some salty moisture on the beach, and there seemed to be the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

The feeling of falling became blurred. In the absence of a frame of reference, the direction of relative motion is uncertain, and even the motion itself seems to be absent. Sometimes it feels like it's suspended in mid-air, stopping with all the time, and sometimes it feels like it's rising. It doesn't matter, the end of all directions is not clear anyway.

The concept of time is impossible, not only is there no past or future, but there is also no sense of ticking by. All memories are untrustworthy memories, as broken and treacherous as dreams, and more real than any dream. Since it doesn't matter if you float or fall, there is no reason for the difference between the self and the world.

The light suddenly appeared in front of me. When there was light just now, I just felt dazzling.

It wasn't until the capillaries under the eyelids naturally became red that the retina felt so uncomfortable that the cerebral cortex kicked up slowly, heavily, slowly, like an old-fashioned desktop.

Lu Chang opened his eyes.

From then to the time he saw his surroundings, a full minute had passed. The balustrades decorated with baskets of flowers, the carpets of purple-gold and peony on the floor, the dark waves of the sea and the sky, the only silver stopwatch on a pure white tablecloth, the hour hand is motionless.

I woke up.

This was the first realization that came to his mind.

This was followed by an endless fear, a fear of death. This fear goes deep into the bone marrow, accompanied by an eternal boundless despair and loneliness. He shuddered like an electric shock.

I almost died.

Lu Chang even felt that he had already died once. Because of the absence of time, the end is as elusive as the origin, and the time at any point is infinitely magnified, forever more eternal than ever. If he were to choose again, he would definitely not pull the trigger so easily.

Lu Chang flipped out his mobile phone, seven o'clock. The time has not changed at all before the dream.

It's Zhang Xiao's magic. Lu Chang tried to recall his previous memories, but everything that could be remembered was misplaced and displaced.

He looked around and cleaned up the clean and tidy tabletop, the knives and forks were neatly placed on the tabletop, and the flower arrangement cups were placed next to the knives and forks. A bright wood-colored piano, a small dining car parked on the side near the glass railing, and dinner plates stacked neatly on top of each other, everything appeared to be normal.

No, there's something not quite right.

Lu Chang rubbed his swollen temples, his head struggling to think because of the pain.

He wanted to open his mouth and ask if Candle had any painkillers, so he habitually turned his head to the left -

The seats were empty.

Not only Candle, Bai Xiao, Qi Duo... All gone. He was the only one in the brightly lit restaurant.

Lu Chang creepily pushed away the chair and stood up, and the friction of the chair pushing on the ground echoed throughout the restaurant.

"Lin... Lin Candle? He tried to whisper.

No one responded.

Lu Chang leaned on the railing, staggering forward, his legs numb and sore from sitting on his stomach for too long. It took him five minutes to walk down the spiral escalator from the main hall to the first floor. The creamy sliding door of the front door was closed, and he slowly approached, trying to swivel the handle open.

The door didn't move, it didn't look like it was being pressed against it from the outside, but it felt like it was locked from the inside.

Lu Chang let go of the handle and moved from the lobby to the back door, where the kitchen was located.

Sure enough, it was locked like the front door.

Lu Chang leaned against the back door, breathing rapidly, relieving his fatigue. He was a little strange that even if the legs and feet were not very convenient, this physical exertion... Some are surprisingly fast.

After a pause, he took out his mobile phone, and the time was still seven o'clock.

It can't really be a double dream. Lu Chang stared straight at the dinner knife on the table in the distance, thinking. Whether death is real or not, the pain of death and the despair of death are no different at all. If you make the wrong choice, you may never have a second chance.

Where will Lin Candle and Bai Xiao be? Since they are still in the previous dream, they should still be alive. So, who made them disappear in the next layer of dreams?

He pondered.

That's right! Call Changle! He took out his mobile phone for the third time and dialed Changle's number.

"I'm sorry, but the number you made is not in the service area," the female voice came cold and stiff.

Lu Chang felt physically and mentally exhausted. He leaned back against the door and sat down, trying to ease himself.

The moment he raised his head, the red letters on the roof suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Don't kill yourself! Don't kill yourself! Don't kill yourself!

It's like a demon's parting message.