Bright sunlight shone in through the wide glass windows, sprinkled on the neat floor of the dance practice room, the famous song of Italian opera "The Farewell Hour" echoed in the room, accompanied by the melody of the music, in the bright halo of sunlight, in front of a large mirror on the wall, a girl in the middle of her youth in a dance practice uniform danced alone.

The girl was immersed in the sad atmosphere of the music, and her graceful dance showed her sorrow and parting, the expression on her face was sad and moving, and there were still tears on her cheeks.

The girl suddenly made a leap of motion, her body rose in midair, her soft limbs stretched out in the air, like a taut ribbon across the air, but then she fell to the floor and let out a cry of pain.

The scream woke Tao Ye up from his coma, he had just dreamed of Xiao Ting, he didn't know how long he had been in a coma, maybe it was just a moment or a few seconds.

In the overturned jeep, Tao Ye opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred. He moved his hand, his hand could move, his arm could barely be raised, he glanced at the bracelet of Buddha beads on his wrist, and all the Buddha beads were safe and sound.

The body of the car was seriously twisted and deformed, Tao Ye was stuck in the car and couldn't move, and his body, especially his legs, were firmly stuck by the deformed body. He struggled for a moment, screamed hoarsely for help, felt a pain in his chest, and vomited two mouthfuls of blood from his mouth. The mobile phone fell not far away, he stretched out his hand with difficulty to reach it, but it was not reached, Tao Ye gave up the struggle, raised his hand and pressed the emergency light.

The emergency lights flashed and flashed, and the off-road jeep overturned on the grassland, surrounded by dead darkness, and it was impossible to tell where it was. The car overturned at the bottom of the slope, the body was badly deformed, the windows were shattered, the fuel tank was leaking oil, and gasoline soaked the yellow grass nearby.

Tao Ye gasped with difficulty, looking around in horror, as if thinking about how all this happened. There was a deathly dark silence around, no sound of wind, not even the chirping of autumn insects, as if it were in a vacuum.

Through the shattered glass window, Tao Ye could see the vast and low-hanging stars in the night sky, and the blood-red full moon.

His vision began to blur again, and Tao Ye struggled to keep his eyes open, staring at one of the brightest stars to adjust the focus of his pupils. The starlight was dazzling, and for a moment, he suddenly remembered a beam of light from a long time ago, a blinding light that shone on his face, and he had to squint.

The light was the light of an airplane, and a huge passenger plane was slowly landing, passing over Tao Ye's head.

The airport runway is brilliantly lit, like a sea of lights, and the passenger plane lands on the runway and blends into the bright sea of lights.

Tao Ye's eyes finally couldn't support it, and slowly closed, all the light and color disappeared, as if the movie screen cut to a black spot.

The sense of smell returned, and Tao Ye smelled the pungent smell of gasoline. The wind blew into the car through the broken window, and there were no extinguished cigarette butts in the ashtray, the tobacco was blown red by the wind, and the cigarette butts were blown out of the car by the wind.

Tao Ye suddenly remembered what Xiaoting said, "What she is most afraid of is that people don't know when it will be the last time."

Tears welled up in his eyes and flowed down his cheeks, Tao Ye's lips moved, his voice was weak, and he repeated the sentence repeatedly: "Xiaoting... Is fish not tasty? Xiaoting... Is fish not tasty? ”

The sound gradually increased, Tao Ye heard the whirring wind on the grassland, the chirping of autumn insects, and a kind of noise, which became louder and louder, the kind of sound he was familiar with and liked to listen to.

It was the rumbling motor of the motorcycle mixed with the sound of the exhaust pipe "exploding", which Xiaoting said was like the sound of a motorcycle farting. He once drove a motorcycle, galloping on the viaduct, Xiao Ting crouched on his back and hugged his waist tightly, he could feel Xiao Ting's warm body. He always had a picture in his mind, he was driving at a gallop, with the lights of high-rise buildings in the background, Xiaoting took off her helmet, opened her hands, closed her eyes, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

The galaxy hangs low, pressing down on the earth, as if within reach, this is the boundless darkness and power of the universe.

At the last moment of his life, Tao Ye thought of Xiao Ting, and he wanted to see Xiao Ting again, even if it was just to say goodbye.