I'm finally going to get married according to my parents' arrangement.

The marriage partner is a woman I have only had three faces, with a round face, long hair, a gentle personality, and an ordinary appearance.

She is indeed a very good woman, her appearance is not stunning but attractive, every time she meets me, she smiles very gently, and her clean smile is as clear as the water flowing in a mountain stream.

She was not a good talker, and she could not speak more than ten words in the three times she met me, but when I spoke, she stared straight at me with energetic eyes.

I know that this kind of gaze is called worship, the adoration of women for men, and it is also a favorite emotion of the vast majority of men.

I'm naturally one of the vast majority of men, so I love the feeling of being adored.

Occasionally, I would take advantage of the night to go to the balcony and light a white sand, and whenever this time I would always think of my first girlfriend, who was so beautiful that she was stunning, always witty, and had endless funny stories hidden in her stomach, and she was never boring with her.

But every time she smoked a cigarette, her figure would disappear in my mind, and I knew that such an amazing woman could only live in my memories, and I was now a groom-to-be, and I was going to love another girl for the rest of my life.

If there were no accidents, my future life would have unfolded in front of me like a picture scroll: I would marry an ordinary girl, have a peaceful family, live my ordinary life day after day, and finally be ordinary, calm, and insipid, and go to the end of my life under the sunset.

This blandness used to be extremely unacceptable to me, but now it is something I am happy with.

Before I met her, I could say that I was a person who was "on the road", doing whatever he wanted, regardless of the consequences, regardless of success or failure, and at that time I thought of myself as the kind of bird without legs, who could only live on the road and sleep in the wind all my life.

And since I became strong with her, I suddenly found a place for me to feel at ease, and suddenly realized the weight of my life, I no longer longed to leave, no longer wanted to run, no longer hated the plain, but just wanted to have a peaceful nest with her, guarding the ordinary life.

is like what is said in the variety show: Ordinary life is full of fireworks, I hope to be fatter and fatter.

But at this time, I still don't understand that a quiet and peaceful life is the most comfortable, but it is also the easiest to break.

My name is Tang Yin, because of the homonym with Tang Yin, my friends call me Bohu, 24 years old this year, no family and no background, after graduation I opened a psychological counseling room, but the business is bleak, this year I barely bought an 80-square-meter nest in the fourth-tier city of Huaiyang, or the kind of mortgage, to be about to marry such a gentle woman, is the honor of my life. It's just that I often inadvertently have some memory fragments of grave ghosts in my mind, and I don't know where these fragments came from, probably because they should be memory fragments from my previous life.

With less than ten days to go, we have decided to hold the wedding in our hometown, so our house is as quiet as before.

My fiancée is a gentle woman, which I have long experienced, and the three dishes for dinner are all from her hands: the braised bamboo shoots in oil are tender and delicious, the Dongpo meat is fat but not greasy, the garlic cauliflower is fresh and refreshing, plus a bowl of steaming shrimp fried eel noodles, just sat down and waited for the time to eat, four different food aromas mixed together and desperately drilled into the nasal cavity, making people move their chopsticks before they moved.

She worked in the kitchen for more than three hours for the two of us to have dinner, but she always had a smile on her face from beginning to end, and I peeked at her as she chopped the vegetables, as if gentle water was flowing in the whole kitchen.

The dishes she made were indeed full of color and flavor, three plates of dishes and two bowls of eel noodles, which were swept away by the two of us in half an hour, and after the leftovers were cleaned up, we closed the curtains, nestled in the sofa, put a plate of "This Killer is Not Too Cold", and chatted with each other.

"I heard that the business in the consultation room is good today?" She opened her mouth with a cup of hot tea, a pair of white little feet curled up in the corner of the sofa, burlap pajamas covering her knees, and her calves were round and slender.

"It's better than yesterday's zero opening, it's still the little girl you saw last time, she has been doing counseling here for half a year, and she has improved a little recently, she used to come once a week, but now it's half a month." I watched Leon on the TV, who was killed in the middle of thousands of troops, and replied with a wry smile.

"Her improvement is also inseparable from your credit, how is her specific situation?"

"It's hard to put into words." I shook my head and continued to smile bitterly, "But it's okay, this girl's condition is improving, and in two or three months, it should be about the same, but ...... This little girl still makes me feel a little weird. ”

The image of the little girl has emerged in my mind at this time, my mother calls her Madoka, the breakdown of her original family has caused her to have some emotional obstacles, and she has been in a closed and passive position in the interaction with her peer group, every time Madoka comes to the consultation room, she comes alone with a puppet, and her mother only accompanied her when she first came, and she has never shown up again.

But every time we met, Madoka always gave me the impression that she had anticipated the visit, and that in the few conversations I had, there were very few mood swings, and even a few times she guided my emotions.

Especially yesterday, at the end of the consultation, she stood in front of the door with the pink puppet in her hand, tilted her head and said to me, "We are all the same, we are all watching our lives with a pair of eyes." ”

How could a nine-year-old girl say such a thing?

"Weird?" She was visibly stunned.

"Forget it, I'll go to the balcony for a cigarette." I shook my head and shifted the subject and got up from the couch.

At this time, the TV series also ushered in the end, Matilda moved the green plant from the pot to the soil, she finally returned to a normal and ordinary life, the bloody rain that happened during this time was a dream for her, and everything was over when she woke up, maybe at any moment, she would gradually forget the things that are now unforgettable for her, including the name Leon.

As I got up, she looked at her watch, stood up too, and after saying an explanation to me, changed her clothes and left—we both had a very tacit understanding of a respectful way of life before we got married.

I had just finished smoking on the balcony when there was a slight vibration of my phone in my arms.

I extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray and opened it with my phone.

"No. 9888 Jinghuai Road, come quickly."

I shook my head, put away my phone, hesitated for a moment, and lit a stick of white sand again.

Since ten days ago, every night at 8 o'clock, I would receive such a text message on time, the SMS number is not the same, the address is also changing every day, at the beginning there is a long list of words, but by three days ago, the words behind the address are getting simpler and simpler.

Yesterday, the address was followed by the phrase "If you want to know the cause and effect of this incident, come here immediately." ”

And today, the address has changed, and there is only the word "come quickly" behind it.

I don't know who is persistently playing pranks on me, or I don't know what is in me that is worth pestering him with.

Just as I was pondering, the phone in my arms vibrated again.

This time, the content of the text message is more concise, with only three words: "Wang Zitang".

Suddenly, the white sand in my hand fell to the ground, and the whole person was suddenly pulled into a trance and mysterious situation by these three words, and his hands could not move or speak.

I am sure that I have not known a person named Wang Zitang in the past 24 years, even if there is no such character in my creation, but the first time I saw these three words, my mind seemed to be struck by a lightning strike.

In a trance, I seemed to see a black and vigorous figure covered in blood in a narrow corridor, holding a blade like a Tang knife, bravely rushing forward to kill, blocking countless enemies in front of him, but it was shrouded in a black mist, so that I could not see what these enemies looked like.

I shook my head, concentrating on seeing this person's appearance, but at this moment, a sharp pain like a thousand knives came to my mind, and the pain was so intense that in less than half a second, my eyes went black.

By the time I struggled to get up from the balcony, the white sand smoke on the ground had burned out, and I reached out and gently touched the ashes of the cigarette butt, which was cold.

The headache had completely dissipated, and I got up from the balcony with palpitations, took out my phone and took a look:

8:48 a.m.

It seems that I have been in a coma for a short time, forty-eight minutes have passed since the mysterious man sent me the first message, and I don't know if it will be too late to pass.

At this point, I had already made up my mind, even to find out how strange the name made me, I would go to 9888 Jinghuai Road tonight.

From today's two text messages, I have a hunch that if I miss this opportunity tonight, I am afraid that I will never have another chance to unravel the fog in my life.

Back in my room, I put on a plain black tracksuit, and after thinking about it, I still stuffed a slinger stick I bought in high school into my sleeve in case I needed it.

After knocking on the door, I took out my phone and sent a text message to my senxiao, then put the phone on silent mode and put it in my arms, and then set off to go downstairs.

9888 Jinghuai Road.

I am so familiar with this place, because this address is located in Huaiyang No. 1 Primary School, which is also the primary school I attended back then, and the reason why I am deeply impressed by this place is not only because I have spent five years here, but also because our session is the last class of Huaiyang Elementary School.

Standing at the gate of a small gate in Huaiyang, which was already dilapidated and deserted, I suddenly thought of a problem, a problem that I had been ignoring all along.

From ten days ago to now, that mysterious man has sent me an address every day, and these ten addresses are all addresses that I know and have experienced.

From the back kitchen of my favorite restaurant to the current Huaiyang Elementary School, these ten places are all places that have special meaning to me.

In this way, this mysterious person who texted me knows my past and experience in the past 20 years very well, and his understanding is even higher than that of my hair and relatives!

It was only at the thought of this that I began to feel a hindsight, what was the matter with this mysterious man who was so trying to find me? Did he spend so much energy investigating me just to play a joke on me?

Just in the moment of hesitation, the screen of the mobile phone in my arms lit up again.

"Since you're all at the door, why don't you come in?"

This text message almost frightened me, what the hell is the origin of this mysterious person? I was able to grasp my whereabouts in time! He doesn't look like a human, like a pair of mysterious eyes, secretly spying on my every move!

When I think of mysterious eyes, for some reason, what comes to my mind is a pair of expressionless sheep's eyes.

The eyes of a sheep are different from those of most animals, and the pair of sheep eyes that come to my mind are horizontal pupils, with a horizontal transparent line in the center of the eyes, and the rest of the eyes are a deep yellow like amber.

There is no ferocity of a tiger or a wolf in its eyes, only calmness, a calm that seems to be able to see me to the end.

Behind the huge eyes, stood Xiao Yuan, who stood at the door with a puppet, tilted her head to look at me, and then smiled and said, "We are all the same, we are all watching our lives with a pair of eyes." ”

I exhaled a deep breath of turbidity in my lungs, forcibly expelled these miscellaneous thoughts from my mind, picked up my phone, and looked for the number to call back.

Empty number!

With my beeping mobile phone in hand, I stood at a small dilapidated door in Huaiyang, and I was in a dilemma for a while.

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