Chaotic and dark, I felt like I was floating on the surface of a lake, and I struggled desperately to get my head out of the water.

Suddenly, I saw a light in front of me, and I crawled forward on all fours, and it was a door. People in the dark will always crave light, and I am no exception, as long as I touch the light, it is victory. But when I actually climbed to the door, I saw a child with his back to this side inside the door, with his hair cut off, and I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl.

I wanted to call out loud, but I couldn't make a sound. I heard a cold male voice coming from near me: "a. It seemed to be the sound, but I couldn't find anyone who spoke, but the kid turned his head in shock, his eyes wide open and straight into my sight, and his blood froze all over his body.

Is that...... My eyes?!

This is the first message that comes to the brain, even if the child is abnormally thin and his eyes look very big on a palm-sized face.

The child immediately wiped away the look of surprise on his face and stood there respectfully. A cold male voice came from me again: "Have you finished today's training?" The child nodded hesitantly, and got the man's angry scolding: "Have you done it?" Answer me out loud! ”

"Report sir, there's one more thing that hasn't been completed, and the rest is done."

"Why wasn't it done?"

"Because I couldn't calm down after looking at those pictures, and I couldn't feel anything when I closed my eyes."

Hearing this, I was almost certain that this child was me, and she could draw. To be precise, it can't be regarded as a painting, but it was later that Gao Cheng taught me to combine painting with mental imagery, so that it can be presented in painting.

With a snap, I was pulled back to meditate, and when I looked up, I was shocked to see that the child had been slapped on the ground, and the distance between me and her suddenly narrowed. The deep male voice sounded again: "A, your only ability is this, do you know what it means when you say you can't sense?" It means that you will be eliminated from the game and become an outcast. ”

I already knew where I was, looking at the child with my face at my feet through this man's vision, and the child was me, so the palm was swung on her face, as if my face was also burning and hurting.

It's a confused time and space, why am I here? Is it a soul crossing?

Hiss - it hurts! It is the nerve reflex arc that first senses, but it is impossible to tell the specific location, in short, the pain makes the thinking space instantly disordered, the child's figure is distorted and blurred, and the world seen is also blurred. When the pain becomes clearer, the consciousness layer is gradually becoming shallow, not in a certain place, but all kinds of pinprick-like pain all over the body, especially in the heart and lungs. It's heartbreaking.

In my head, I still feel pain? Not dead? I immediately tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were heavy, and there seemed to be a hand on my forehead in the haze, warm and cool, as if the pain in my body had faded somewhat, but when the touch left, it all ran back.

I don't know how long I was drowsy, but occasionally I was more conscious, and I opened my eyes without any special effort. But it was still dark, and it was dull for a long time before I realized that a piece of cloth was lightly covering my eyes, and I slowly raised my hand, and my fingers trembled slightly when they touched the cloth, and the familiar touch was like ...... That black ribbon? But then I remembered that the black strap had been tied in the crook of my sleeve.

That day, he tied it for me, saying it was a lucky band, so did it save my life this time? But he gave it to me, but he couldn't save his life. Gently pulled down, it was not a dazzling white light, nor was it pitch black, and the dim vision was blurred.

It took me a moment to realize that it was dark, not because of my eyesight. I don't know if it's because the previous mental space was forcibly twisted, causing the brain to react sluggishly to anything a few beats slower, and only then did it recognize the environment as far as the eye could see.

The top of the height of three or four meters, the craggy strange rocks, the hard stone walls, this is the ...... A cave, with a damp smell of water in the air, seems to be able to hear the sound of water waves hitting the shore, is it still in Huya Mountain?

His eyes turned to see more, but when he touched three or four meters beside him, he froze, and he couldn't move his gaze anymore.

Time passed minute by minute, the body was still unconscious, and the pain seemed to have spread into the bone marrow, and the whole person was numb. But the heart that was already broken and dead was revived little by little.

There is a feeling called: When I look back, the person is in the lamplight.

There were no lights or lights, only a dull darkness and a cave, and a cold air, but the man who thought he had been blown to pieces sat with his back against the wall, his eyes closed.

It's a dream, right? I wish I hadn't woken up, and I was in this dream forever.

If it weren't for the sudden opening of those dark eyes, I could have just watched him quietly and nothing. In the silent staring, I couldn't bear the gaze and turned my gaze first. Too ...... Intimidating! It's completely unfamiliar, like a beast staring at itself in the dark, and it may fly up and bite at any moment.

And the moment I looked away, he suddenly moved, doing what I had imagined in my head. At a distance of three or four meters, after he got up and took a big step, he suddenly pounced, his body sank, and he pressed me under him with a tiger momentum. The light in his eyes that looked down seemed to be flashing with demons, and he blinked, and felt that it was his own delusion.

The next moment, he suddenly leaned down, his breath approaching, and my heart skipped a beat. The forehead touched warmly, and then withdrew, and the starry eyes leaned upwards to continue to lock my gaze. I was at a loss for what he was doing, wondering if it was real or a dream.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips curled and gradually widened, until his white teeth were exposed, and a smile spread into his eyes. Reaching out and stroking my hair, he whispered, "You're mine." Then he pulled away and pounced suddenly, and walked out of my field of vision without saying anything, trying to open his mouth to call, but the voice was drowned in his throat.

Lying alone in the silence, the revived heart is slowly turning gray again. It wasn't until the long figure came back that my attention was focused on him again, and I saw him squatting down in front of me with his long legs, his eyes fixed on my face, and suddenly he reached out to control my face and turned to the side, and then a touch of coldness dripped on his face. I saw in his other hand that he was squeezing something like a fruit, the juice that had been squeezed out and dripped on my face.

Although it was icy cold, it felt very comfortable. Juice slid down his cheeks and into his mouth, astringent and bitter. What I don't understand is, what is he doing? When a moment had passed, when there was no more juice dripping, he threw the fruit on the ground and stroked the side of my cheek with his fingertips. That's when I finally realized something, the bump between my fingertips and the skin on my face was telling me a fact: there was a wound there! And judging from the area he stroked, it is not small, it may be ...... Extends to the entire cheek.

Suddenly I remembered the slap in the confused thinking space, and then I felt the numbness and tingling of my face, of course, this could not be caused by the slap I received from the man when I was a child, it was simply that the two spaces of confusion were connected in pain.

It was only after thinking about these things that another thought sank into my mind: I broke my appearance......

Do you care? The answer is yes, no woman says she doesn't care about her face. But after judging it, there is no hysterical sorrow, just astringency and bitterness, like the taste of fruit juice.

I didn't dare to look him in the eye anymore, and I even felt the urge to pull his hand away. In fact, I did the same, forgetting that I could raise my hand and tear off the black ribbon on my eyes just now, and grabbed his arm without pulling his hand away, and my originally focused gaze turned around.

He finally opened his mouth and asked the first word: "It hurts?" ”

I want to say it doesn't hurt, but I don't want to show this ugly side in front of your eyes. Silently, I heard him say, "Bear with me, this juice must be smoothed and seeped into the skin in order to have an anti-inflammatory and healing effect." I couldn't help but roll my eyes to look at him, and the tone in my cold voice ...... There is a feeling that I can't describe, like pampering, but it makes me feel strange.

It was a few more moments before he withdrew his finger and looked at my face carefully.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he blurted out: "Is the whole face ruined?" "It was like something was stuck in his throat, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant. He replied: "The area is a bit large. His heart sank to the bottom, but he said again: "That juice is helpful for the repair of abrasions." ”

I was stunned, "Is it a bruise?" ”

He said: "When I dragged you up from the bottom of the lake, your head got stuck in two rocks, and the skin on half of your face was worn out. ”

Is it equivalent to saying that there are actually just scratches on the face? I raised my hand and touched it, and when I touched the bumpy feeling, it turned out to be a scab, and his hand was pulled down very quickly and frowned and scolded: "Your hands are so dirty, don't touch them." ”

I wanted to laugh a little, because of his frowning eyebrows, because this face was not really broken, although it was not extreme. The scratches may be shocking at first, but they usually disappear after a while.

But after a while, he was glad to be glad, his eyes were fixed on his face, and he couldn't help but ask in a dumb voice when he knew the result: "Haven't you been injured by the bomb of that kayak?" He looked at me silently as if thinking, and after a moment he asked, "What kayak bomb?" ”

My body froze and stared at him: "Chu Gaocheng, don't be kidding. ”

The dark eyes looked at me calmly but had no clue, and while lifting my left foot, he whispered lightly: "I'm not kidding. I've been pulling you up for three days, and I just remember finding you in the water with only one breath left, and I have my breath on you, so I dragged you up. ”

Whether it is from his expression to his eyes, or the tone of his speech, he can't find a trace of flaw that is lying. But I won't easily believe that he also came into my life as harmless at the beginning, and even if he showed his edge little by little, I was always kept in the dark by him. So I asked, "Then do you know that your name is Chu Gaocheng?" ”<