Standing in front of the bedroom mirror in the early summer, her face pale and thin. 

In the gray room, the heaviness of last nightmare's nightmare was still suppressed, and the air was dry and cold. The fine dust lingered repeatedly under the slightly glowing lamp, and the silence was tireless. And the hoarse opera sound downstairs pierced through the wall and passed through the door, and the delicate and real seclusion floated in, which was strange and cold. 

And early summer only looked at herself in the mirror, helpless, and frightened. 

"What the hell is this?" 

She muttered woodenly, cold sweat broke out densely, and her body couldn't help but tremble a little. 

In the mirror, he is not good-looking, at most he is middle-to-top, with a crow's black hair messy, and his figure is a little tall, but he is so thin that it makes people feel distressed. 

Her dark eyes were chaotic and scattered, her lips were pursed, and her nerves were only focused on a scarlet bulge between her temples. 

She brushed back the hair from her forehead and looked at it carefully, the red bulge was very disgustingly round, and sometimes it flowed with a clear sheen. The texture of the epidermis is greasy and translucent, and the tip is a little dull white, which makes the scalp tingle. 

Pimples? Measles? Pustule? Hemorrhoids? …… What exactly is this thing? ！

It's been more than a month, growing on the forehead near the temple, from a small spot at the beginning, to such a big bulging red bulge. 

She stared at the red without blinking, the more she looked at it, the more disgusting she became, and the more she looked at it, the more numb her scalp became, but she still couldn't help but keep watching, trying to find out what cause and effect, and looking at it, her fingertips involuntarily touched slightly. 

Hurt! It hurts! 

Heart-rending pain! The pain was straight to the bone marrow, straight to the depths of the cerebral cortex, she felt that every pain nerve in her body was trembling, every inch of muscle and bone was tingling, her body immediately curled up to the ground, her lips opened slightly, and she bit her lip and closed it, she couldn't scream in real pain. 

Why does it hurt so much...... 

I felt that my consciousness was gradually blurred, the severe pain deepened, and the tears unconsciously slipped down in large drops. 

Almost fainting. 

It felt like it was about to die. 

"Early Summer!" 

It was grandpa calling her. 

The voice was old and hoarse, like the rubbing of old metal, harsh, but unusually loud and powerful, and the cry seemed to penetrate her soul and make her sober in an instant. 

The pain, like a ghost of light, retreated at an unexpected speed. 

Gradually, while her fingers were still trembling, she no longer dared to touch her forehead. 

"Early summer! Get down! ”

It was the tone of the command, which seemed unmistakable. 

Ignoring the residual dizziness, early summer gasped and hurried downstairs. 

In the living room, a white-haired old man, bent over his waist, sat on a large chair of carved rattan wood, very quietly flipping through the picture album on the table. 

The old-fashioned radio on the side was still singing a dreamy opera in a hoarse voice. Empty bed to listen to the rain in the south window, who picks up the light and mends clothes at night......"

This ethereal and resentful ancient sound rang out over and over again, over and over again. 

Standing in front of the old man in early summer, he lowered his head and asked softly, "Grandpa, what's the matter?" ”

The old man kept his eyes off the album, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "You go out and do something for me." ”

"Huh? What's up? Can I refuse? "Early summer's whispered protest, in the afternoon she clearly set a date with the male god, how could grandpa let her go elsewhere at this time?! Ignoring the residual pain, she suddenly became excited, and she was ready to refuse. 

"Let's go." 

“……”

Silent. 

She didn't dare to say anything, she still lowered her head and looked at the ground, she didn't dare to say anything. 

Grandpa's words can't be ignored, grandpa is the head of the family, not to mention that she knows the consequences of grandpa's anger, she remembers grandpa's cruelty. But she still muttered quietly, weakly expressing her inner dissatisfaction. 

Grandpa suddenly raised his head, put down the album, and turned over the hourglass on the side of the table with one hand, the delicate white sand trivialities precipitated, and the grandfather's eyes were bright, and he looked at the early summer for a while, as if he was thinking about something. 

After a while, he handed her a tattered note. And delivered her a bamboo and wooden box that looked old - ah, why did grandpa always have so many strange things. 

He said: "Let's go, let's go now, come back tomorrow and report to me, don't play tricks, grandpa knows everything." ”

"I ......" Chu Xia hesitated again and again, but reluctantly took the note from his grandfather's rough and wrinkled hand. 

Reluctantly took on another task that had to be completed. 

Why did her wonderful date with the male god come to naught?! How willingly! But grandpa's words can't be disobeyed. 

How dare she disobey her little cowardice! 

"Yes." Early summer is still submissive, reluctant, and depressed. 

Grandpa didn't look at the crying and mourning face of early summer, and continued to bury his head in the picture album, looking like a detached appearance of fairy wind bones. 

The corners of his mouth twitched in early summer, and the old man ...... Feng Shui takes turns, and one day I'll turn over! 

So-

――In early summer, he took a box in one hand and unfolded a note in the other, and began to set off in the direction indicated in the note. 

When she opened the door, a meter of sunlight shone on her face, and she was uncomfortable in early summer. 

The begonia at the door is delicate and gorgeous, which makes people feel rippling. Green leaves and red flowers, swaying several times in the wind. 

Begonias have no fragrance, and the beauty is pure and pure. 

In the early summer, she was inexplicably in a better mood, she looked at Begonia, and inexplicably sketched a handsome outline in her mind, and she began to laugh stupidly. 

But he only laughed for a moment, and his head was a little dizzy and painful. 

What the hell is that pimple or pustule? Is she sick? Perhaps, she should go to the hospital? 

But she couldn't go today, she clenched the note in her hand and walked to the subway station, she had to go, to a place where she didn't feel. 

Go back quickly, maybe it's too late? 

She thought wishfully. 

And in the end, when she stepped on the subway, she still sent a message to the male god about the appointment, and she cried silently a hundred times in her heart. 

Dear male god, I have a hard time! I have no choice but to woo~

Thinking like this, my heart is half sad, but half better. 

The corner of his eye flashed towards the surging crowd, and he sighed unconsciously. 

She had no idea what it meant.

It would probably take a long, long time for her to know that there would be no turning back at all. 

The mystery unfolds, and darkness creeps in. Life has opened up its too cruel corner, and many times, fate will really force people to die. 

And now, at best, it's just a little melancholy.