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In March, the twilight is slightly cool.

The wind at the mouth of the old streets and alleys blew passers-by into a mottled appearance.

There is a window open on the wall at the corner of the street, and when I pass by, I always like to look at myself in the mirror, it is a quiet and easy-going face, as if it is pressed under the enamel cup, the appearance in the yellowed old photo, weathered by the years, and then become the sand that flows into time and cannot be pushed away.

Qiu Xi secretly pulled out one of the few group photos of a family of three from under the enamel cup, and waved the scissors to cut the man off with red eyes.

It was Qiuxi's father, who was sentenced to life for manslaughter.

Qiu Xi hated him a little, because of his fault, the whole family fell apart.

She still vaguely remembers that when her father had just begun to serve his sentence, her mother was alone at home, unkempt, covering her head with a quilt and crying for several days, and then she began to sit at the window in dementia for a long time. Qiuxi often got no response when she came back from school and called her downstairs, only to hear the boiling kettle in the kitchen, like a pack of roaring wolves in the depths of the darkness.

When Qiuxi lowered her head and walked through the crowded and narrow alley, the grandmother who was playing with the child next door saw her, and vigilantly hugged her little grandson who was playing with sand, and looked at her with slanted eyes, while quickly driving the little grandson back to the house.

"Grandma, isn't that a little sister?" The child asked with a frown and a milky voice as he stumbled and was dragged by his grandmother.

"Shhh, that's killing ......" When the old man closed the door with his backhand, he turned back vigilantly and glanced at Qiu Xi cautiously, deliberately lowering his voice.

The door closed with a bang.

The piercing sound of the door closing, like a whale in the deep sea, wrapped in huge waves, slammed against the wall of the old street promenade next to it with its powerful torso, and the look was like death. The dark gray head was dyed red, and then with a loud bang, he fell into the deep sea with white spray, and slowly disappeared, merging with the dust in the air.

Since then, Qiu Xi has become an orphan girl that everyone can't hide.

【2】

"Mom, I bought noodles today and put them on the table." Qiu Xi held the drawing board in one hand and hooked seven or eight plastic bags with his index finger in the other, and as soon as he entered the house, he spread the things on the table with a loud noise.

As always, there was no response.

Qiu Xi took off his schoolbag, rubbed his fingers that were strangled red by the food bag, changed into slippers and glanced into the bedroom. Mother Liangxin was still staring out the window as always, looking stupid and stupid.

Her wandering gaze stole a glance at her mother's bare skin and wrists, but fortunately, there were no external injuries.

Qiu Xi silently lowered his head and finished eating his share in the living room, then obediently returned to his room to spread out the easel and began to finish his homework.

It didn't take long for the sound of slippers rubbing against the floor outside the bedroom door, and Qiu Xi knew that it was his mother who had gone out to the living room for dinner.

The oil painting teacher's proposition this week is "dream", Qiu Xi rarely dreams, but he can still paint abstract paintings with treacherous and changeable colors.

After all, in the eyes of people with synesthesia, the world is more beautiful than ordinary people.

Qiu Xi recalled the beautiful music he heard during recess today, those chaotic and regular notes came to mind, and then spread out into a huge screen of forest fairy tales in front of him, those neon-studded unicorns flew through the clouds into the world, the shrubs were rubbed into the transparent seaweed by the sun, and then drowned by the clear pink lake with the sound of the floor rubbing.

Those possible and impossible existences, those unique worlds that only I have seen, that is the empire of Autumn Tide, the world of Autumn Tide.

The sound of rubbing against the floor stopped abruptly, like a gentle stream that flowed suddenly frozen and creaked and then fell silent. Qiu Xi turned her head and saw her mother snorting at the bedroom door, her mother's expression becoming a little hideous because of the sobbing.

"Mom?" Qiu Xi screamed softly.

The mother looked at Qiu Xi's face that was somewhat similar to his father with swollen scarlet eyes, and her slightly trembling gaze touched the colorful drawing board in front of Qiu Xi. She saw her mother's cheeks trembling unconsciously, and the roots of her ears slowly revealing scarlet.

Smack-

Mother waved her palm and knocked down the brush that was on the spout of the Qiuxi pot, and the tip of the pen was still dyed with dark green oil paint, and it poked straight and straight to the floor, and then it was full of thorns.

"It's all you, Yitang just left me, he ...... He left me......" The mother choked her throat and shouted hysterically at Autumn Tide.

Mother......

Qiu Xi felt that his chest was full of breath, and his voice was also shattered in his nose by heartache, and he fell into the blood vessels heavily. Tears poured in his eyes, blurring the world, leaving only a fragmented mottled outline.

Qiu Xi swallowed hard and lowered his head to pick up the brush. The slender barrel of dark wood lay in Qiu Xi's palm, and she lowered her head and gently filed the oil paint left on the ground with her slippers, crying silently.

"Paint, still paint?! ......" The mother angrily snatched the brush that exploded in Qiu Xi's hand, and with a crisp click, the brush broke in her rough palm.

"I hate you......"

When the mother uttered these three words in a low voice, she was like a wounded beast, fierce and fragile.

The world in front of Qiu Xi's eyes began to burn, and the delicate red spat out tongues of fire and meandered upwards, then touched the deep sea, growing sharp barbs and curling and spreading into the distance.

After saying this, the mother ran back to her bedroom, slammed the door shut, and cried inside. Qiu Xi wiped his eyes with his sleeve indiscriminately, looking aggrievedly at the broken paintbrush that was also aggrieved, there were some whirring winds and intermittent cries of his mother in the room, and there may be some small, heartbreaking sounds.

Qiu Xi suppressed his surging thoughts, took a deep breath and got up to pick up the paintbrush. She slowly crouched down and picked up the two pieces with her fingers, as if she were helping an injured bird.

She stared in amazement at the thin, irregular wooden fork on the broken section.

Suddenly, an unbearable tingling sensation came from the fingertips.

Qiu Xi threw off the brush at once, and the two sections of the brush escaped and rolled in different directions, and finally got stuck in the depression in the corner.

She looked at her smooth fingers, unscarred.

The tingling sensation that subsided from the fingertips opened up large dark thorns in front of their eyes, and they writhed arrogantly with sharp branches, teeth and claws, and pressed forward step by step.

Finally, the sad flood broke through the embankment and rushed out.

Qiu Xi squatted on the ground all of a sudden, covered his head with his arms, and cried loudly......

【3】

"Xiaoxi - good, Xiaoxi - great. What do you see Dad brought you? ”

Qiu Xi dug his head out of his arm and looked at his father smiling at her with three colorful tickets.

"Xiaoxi, this art exhibition and photography exhibition are joint tickets, and the art exhibition is too popular...... Dad couldn't do anything about it. But...... Dad got you a secondary ticket for the photography exhibition, and it is said that the theme of this photography exhibition is the creation of those famous paintings. "Dad's voice is always so deep and gentle, and there are always some huge and thick animals in Qiu Xi's eyes, such as very large dolphins, such as elephants with their noses.

"Photography exhibition?" She rubbed her swollen eyes and glanced at it.

"Xiaoxi, this is a ticket that your dad finally got with great difficulty. I heard that this photographer can see the sound just like us Xiaoshio. The mother was on her side at the kitchen door, stirring the sauce with her apron around her apron while helping the father coax her daughter.