"The road of life is like a long dream. The road is windy and frosty, and the wind and frost are dry. In the red dust, there are many directions for sweet dreams, looking for crazy dream center love, and the road follows the vast people......"

April 1. Sunday. Night, 21:59.

The thunder shook and the rain poured down.

The Bluetooth headset sounded Leslie Cheung's Cantonese singing. Through the cold rain, the neon lights of the city were blurred. The driver was a middle-aged man of 50 years old, with a grim and gloomy face from the side, staring intently at the windshield behind the waterfall-like rain. Zhou Xuan lowered the volume of "A Chinese Ghost Story" and looked up at the classicist-style building on the side of the road, where the words "Future Dream Building" flashed on the granite façade.

This medieval castle-like building, at first glance, looks like a condensed version of the Empire State Building in New York, like a dagger splitting the intersection of two main roads. On the ground floor of the shopping mall, several girls carried shopping bags, walked out of the glass revolving door, black silk short skirts, and hid under the billboard to wait for the rain. There were also people who rushed into the rain in a panic, trying in vain to stop an empty taxi.

Turn right at the entrance of Future Dream Mall, and the taxi will drive to the north side of the building, at the entrance of Future Dream Hotel. The waiter skillfully opened the car door and opened the trunk to pick up his luggage to earn some tips, only to find that it was empty. Zhou Xuan got out of the car with only a handbag, and looked up at the sky, where the lights illuminated the dense raindrops.

Another song by Leslie Cheung sounded in the headphones - "The wind continues to blow, I can't bear to stay away, I am very eager in my heart, I hope to stay with you." How many happy memories in the past, why not chase ...... with you"

Walk through the revolving doors of the hotel. The lobby is deserted with a five-star sign on the wall. He had booked a suite, and the room number assigned by the front desk was "1919", which made him very satisfied. The front desk lady, who was already sleepy, just wanted to talk to the handsome guy, and he had already grown into the elevator.

The elevator button jumps directly from the first floor to the fifteenth floor above, and the floor indication is a little closer to the top floor. The LCD screen in the car repeatedly advertised a book, with a photo of the author and the title of the book printed on the cover - Dark Day - the end of the world is coming, and the words "Dangdang, excellent online bookstore sales ranked first", and sure enough, this is a very timely bestseller.

"Are you ready for the ferry ticket?" This is the slogan of the book's waist cover. Zhou Xuan frowned and shook his head, laughing so loudly that he squatted on the ground holding his stomach.

The nineteenth floor arrived. The elevator doors slowly opened. I don't know if the windows in the corridor are closed tightly, and the cold wind rushes to my face with moisture, as if I can touch the wind and rain outside the window. Tighten the collar of the trench coat. Facing is a black wall, European-style wallpaper, inlaid with a small frame of oil painting. He found room 1919 at the end of the hallway.

Suddenly, a crisp dog barked from behind, and a beige Labrador popped out. How can there be a dog in a five-star hotel? It stared warily at the circle, crouching in the hallway and not moving.

Zhou Xuan didn't want to provoke it, so he carefully opened the door, put down his bag lightly, took off his trench coat and folded it neatly, and took off his watch and put it on the bedside table. It's 22:12. Another song sounded in the Bluetooth headset - "Only in the middle of the night can you and I open our souls and release our innocence." Turn the gentle kiss into a song in the middle of the night, snuggle up to your heart...... "Leslie Cheung's "Singing in the Middle of the Night", which has been changed from Cantonese to Chinese, is the sound suitable for tonight. Zhou Xuan unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, closed his eyes and walked to the window, imagining a world outside the window that was still brightly lit after being soaked in heavy rain.

Suddenly, he heard a piercing thud.

It's not a knock on the door, it's right in front of your eyes! It couldn't have been thunder from the sky—the terrifying thunder was endless, but the sound was so sharp that it was like a needle piercing the bottom of his heart, and he trembled. He opened his eyes.

On the window pane in front of him, there were more bright blood stains, and a few black feathers, which were blown away by the wind and rain in a blink of an eye. The waterfall of rain quickly diluted and washed away the blood, leaving only a small corpse on the edge of the windowsill. It's a little bird.

Zhou Xuan can imagine the scene just now: a small bird, probably a sparrow, suddenly slammed into the glass façade of a nineteen-storey hotel in the middle of the night when thunder and lightning combined with torrential rain poured down!

The first to hit was the bird's beak, which shattered at such a rapid speed that the fragile skull was destroyed, and all the organs in the small body were broken at the same time, and then the feathers scattered in all directions, and a cavity of blood sprayed on the glass in front of him. In the end, a lifeless mass of wreckage fell miserably on the windowsill. The fleshy corpse of the little bird, with some kind of resentment remaining, firmly occupied the narrow space outside the window, no matter how devastating the storm was, it would not move even a centimeter outward—as long as it moved this tiny distance, it would disappear from its circle and fall into the infinite abyss.

Unfortunately, instead of disappearing, it made Zhou Xuan lie on the ground and vomit. The well-prepared shirt and pants were all stained by the bird's tragic death. He fled into the bathroom in embarrassment, smiling wryly at the pale face in the mirror. Perhaps, he is a zombie himself.

The dog outside the door began to bark wildly again, but he didn't hear it. He took out spare clothes from his bag and changed them into, and there was nothing else but a t-shirt and trousers. He returned to the terrible window, where the dead bird lay tenaciously. Dare to come out in a thunderstorm, fly to the height of the nineteenth floor, and crash headlong into the glass - unless you are bent on death! He couldn't help but admire the little bird.

I looked at my phone, and at 22:19 in the middle of the night, I don't have to be nostalgic anymore!

Zhou Xuan opened the window, and a bleak wind and rain poured in, blowing his long hair. He regretted that he hadn't styled his hair in advance. He climbed onto the windowsill, clutched at the metal window frames, and stared wide-eyed at the rain-washed city—the countless tall buildings in the distance, the Ferris wheel that had been lit up all night for twenty years. His heart beat instinctively faster, and he was dizzy, and he didn't dare to look down, so he could only try his best to look at the skyline in the darkness. Afraid that he would change his mind, he hurriedly stepped out of the window with both legs, so much so that one foot stepped on the bird's corpse.

Light!

What is that? Zhou Xuan's eyes were stung for a moment. It was the farthest point of the city, and at the end of the view obscured by the concrete forest, there was a dazzling white light - like the brilliant aurora that I occasionally saw when I traveled to the North Pole a few years ago!

At this moment, it was scanning him from the end of the earth. The nuclear explosion-like light erupted upwards, covering almost the entire sky.

Damn, is it really today?

There is still a Bluetooth headset in his ear, and what is ringing at this time is Leslie Cheung's "Silence is Golden" - "The night breeze is dignified, looking back at the past alone." It's the old me, full of anger. False accusations and accusations, backlogged and full of anger. Reacting to rumors, very nervous ......"