"Hiss, hiss!"

Boss Li, who was leaning on the bed, finally stopped the noise and shifted his gaze to the position of the door, a bright girl was leaning against the crack in the door, her eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she was throwing a wink at herself.

However, this uncle was always a little self-aware, and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's looking for you, right?" ”

The crow smiled awkwardly and looked back, "My classmate is also a friend of Summer Rain." ”

"Humph! How? Why don't you two come together to interrogate me? ”

"Big brother, what are you talking about, Tianyu woke up, I will definitely bring him over to apologize to you!" Quickly stood up, without such a smiling face, serious and sincere, always people couldn't refuse, but after speaking, he walked out of the room without looking back, leaving the fat man Li to speak and stop, as if he was still waiting for the next person to come and listen to his lesson.

"What's going on? I haven't asked that yet! ”

"Ahh Did you ask anything? Listen to that fat man's nonsense. Zhang Hanqing leaned against the white wall outside the door, and the dim light in the corridor shone on her beige dress, which was an oil painting.

"Keep your voice down, he'll hear you!" The crow tried to cover Hanqing's mouth with his right hand, but was blocked in advance.

"Cut, don't ask him about anything, I already know the matter!"

"What do you think of? Tell me about it! ”

"Stay here at night and work overtime, everything is up to me, just do it!" Habitually biting the corner of his mouth, he squinted at the crow with disdain, and then straightened up and prepared to leave.

"Hey! So where are you going? ”

"If you're hungry, go eat first!"

？

When he woke up from the bed again, it was still dark around him, but perhaps because of his sleepy eyes and myopia, he was easily able to adapt to this dark feeling, after all, he still knew where he was, it was better than death, and he didn't have any conscious loneliness, and he couldn't even talk about it. However, death, he had experienced, and more than once, Riko and the old man had brought death, because the skin had no self at that time, it was him or her.

The tearing of the wound does not seem to be a good one, and now it is a very laborious thing to grope out of the bed little by little, not to mention to pour a glass of water, fortunately, his left hand touched the switch of the bedside lamp, and someone had already poured water into the transparent glass. He is not a dead man, because he still has the desire to live, and when he drinks the water, the air he breathes is fresh and clean, and the smell of decay is dying just now.

At the age of seven or eight, the little boy fell down the evening mountain path, howling and crying, whether it was because of the pain of a fall on his leg, or because he was afraid of the evil spirit or the bag man who came out of the bushes. And now, although he has almost forgotten the psychology of that time, he still knows that it is fear, as for what it is, darkness, unknown things, is there anything else?

In fact, he still has some lingering palpitations about the place of Black Cloth in the middle of winter, but his heart seems to be wrapped in a layer of swaddling, which can be said to be a comforting broadcast - it's okay, it's okay, it's just that he can't see clearly, and sometimes he can't believe his eyes, right!

"Are you afraid of something?" There is no one around, there is not much space, only yourself.

"No, if there is something dirty, it's just seeing and being seen, what else?"

"And death!"

Is this his own voice, or Riko's shadow, or the old man.

His eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the window, it should be a cloudy day tonight, but on such a moonless night, the street lights were also broken? The glass was like a black mirror on one side, which could not let in any light, and the grandmother in the country used to say that he should not stare at the glass or the mirror at night. Even if it is one's own shadow, it will pull out the fear in one's heart.

Sure enough, he looked at him in the mirror, and he looked at him in the mirror.

"I miss my mom!"

He spoke!

"I want my mom to be able to see me!"

It's him in the mirror.

"I want to eat my mother's soup!"

Not him in the mirror!

"I want Mom to be able to re..."

Coming, death!

It was not one of his own faces, but a young little face that looked through everything. Delusional delusion, the alteration of the perceived image of things or the addition of some details through imagination, resulting in distorted perception, schizophrenia?

Since it's an illusion, what are you afraid of!

"Grandma, it's almost the New Year, why haven't Mom and Dad come back yet?"

"Next time you come back, you'll hold their legs and won't let them go!"

Who is speaking, words without a voice, is it the resonance of the heart?

He later remembered that this story happened when he was very young, one year when his parents were working outside the home and were cheated of their wages and had no money to buy tickets to go home for the New Year, and he didn't see them that year.

However, what is the purpose of the memory killing at this time, he is no longer the little boy who can be coaxed with a lamb skewer.

But you have been, and you will always be.

"Do you want to see your mom again?"

"Well, I think!"

These two thoughts seem to be their own, but more of them are the voices left by two different people in their hearts, it is Lizi and the old man! But the paradox is that he knows very well that these are all his own thoughts, and that "I" seems to override the two, arranging the orderly dialogue and imagination of both parties.

"Can I help?"

At the age of eight, he asked his current self, "Help me!" ”

？

It was a shadow, but it was white, and it didn't emit much dazzling light, just a paper-like two-dimensional human form, like a transparent balloon, and all the faces and vague limbs were painted on it, which was unpredictable, and gradually floated through the air.

What is it? Strange creatures from extraterrestrial?

"Brother, help me!"

It wasn't a sound that came through the air to the cochlear hearing, but it was a request that couldn't be refused, as the bones and joints of the whole body seemed to be pounding on this strange vibration - help me, make us more whole!

"In the future, you should pay more attention to people, especially in the hospital, whether they are living or dead."

But, but, I really want my mom to hug me again.