On May 19th, the white clouds of early summer, gentle as flocculent, wandering. The shredded morning light was flickering in the wind through the window and falling on the sleeping boy's face.

In the small room, the simple layout is neat and clean, and the objects are not crowded or empty. The slightly yellowed white wall precipitates time, and a warm photo of the two is placed on the old wooden table that has moistened the years. The young mother took the young child's hand and smiled with happiness.

Looking across from the photo is the small bed that holds the sleep of a young man's dream, and the anxious and heartache that lingers in front of the bed, and the mother with tears in the corners of her eyes at a loss.

Xia Qiunan is a strong single mother, after experiencing the evaporation of the world without saying goodbye to the man she admires the most, she thought that she would no longer have this kind of troubled anxiety, until now.

She traveled to the mountain village from time to time, concealed her son who was about to take the college entrance examination, hurriedly dealt with her father-in-law's afterlife, and comforted her mother-in-law who was tearful but pretended to be strong.

During the three days when her feet did not touch the ground, Ms. Xia was always worried about Xu Anchuan, the last relative in the world who had a blood relationship with her. The number that could be reached was not connected two days ago!

Over and over again, the cold mechanical broadcast that no one answered seemed to be slowly tearing apart the freshly healed scar in Ms. Xia's heart. That inexplicable panic is so familiar, like the rainy night rain before the man disappeared 18 years ago.

She secretly comforted and persuaded herself, maybe the child's college entrance examination is about to be under pressure, will it be because she went out to chat with friends and classmates. Could it be that the child is immersed in reviewing knowledge and temporarily isolating the interference of mobile phones? Could it be that the child was careless and lost his mobile phone?

Finally, her abnormality was noticed by her mother-in-law, and she was forced to leave in her mother-in-law's firm and unrefusable attitude.

On Monday, May 18, the 3 a.m. train was three minutes late.

At 12:31, the sky was sinking and the drizzle was falling. The first thing Ms. Xia saw when she opened the door was that Xu Anchuan had placed the shoes behind the door, and she panicked inexplicably. She hurriedly looked around the room, slipped her steps, and staggered open the door to Xu Anchuan's bedroom.

On the bed lay the child who was worried about his stomach, and the ground was littered with broken black plastic bags, a piece of stationery, a card, and a mess. Xu Anchuan, who has always loved cleanliness and self-discipline, is still lying on the bed tightly wrapped in the quilt.

After all, the last thing she wanted happened.

Step by step, there seemed to be a thousand pounds under her feet, Ms. Xia tried to wake up her child, but Xu Anchuan, who had no response and looked like a dead person except for his usual complexion, gave her the most difficult blow to her heart.

Ms. Xia's hands trembled, and she forcibly withdrew the shaky, useless tears, calling one after another.

The doctor came, inside and out, cautiously and cautiously checked it again and again, comforted and got into the ambulance and went away.

The police came, the investigation was completed, it was a sudden heart attack, he was ruled out as homicide, died of natural causes, left a death certificate, and told the funeral home to deal with the funeral affairs as soon as possible after being appeased, and remember to cancel the household registration and ID card.

The teacher came, angry and angry, a child who is good at learning and learning, has been diligent and inquisitive for three years, and when there is a problem, how can he be absent at the last moment of the college entrance examination sprint. Secretly shook his head, sighed, mourned and carefully pushed the door shut, and walked with a complicated heart.

On May 18, at 23:43, the night rain and wind, the raindrops of beans hit the glass hard, and there seemed to be ghosts crying wolves outside the window. Ms. Xia held Xu Anchuan's cold hand tightly and looked at her son, who seemed to be asleep.

The child is the leaf that falls from his mother's body, and he slowly grows up and leaves, leaving a tree that is gradually drying up and watching the distance alone.

Gently shaking her cold hands, like shaking her own child to sleep, the light strung teardrops and adorned Ms. Xia's shoulders. She knows that uselessness is tears, and her mood is a lengthy draft, but in the end, it is often the easiest tears. But when there are no more souls and loved people around you, it seems that crying is meaningless.

Ms. Xia lay beside Xu Anchuan and hugged him, just like she hugged the little ball for the first time many years ago.

The small bed was crowded with lonely souls, and the heavy dark night could not close the dry eyelids, Ms. Xia only felt that the thin quilt was as heavy as a boulder, perhaps because of the noisy night rain, and the night was pressed on it.

The morning light was bright, and the gentle knock on the door seemed to be a magic sound, but none of it could make Ms. Xia's dead heart beat again.

The knock on the door stopped, and the visitor finally gave up. It was the sound of a key turning the lock, and the uninvited guest seemed to have been prepared premeditated.

"Ding Zero~"

The crisp and ethereal voice was like jade intertwined, bringing the wind of pushing the door, and a young man dressed in a pure white shirt with a denim came uninvited with a gift wrapped in yellow cloth, pushed open the closed window, lifted the chair in the bedroom, and sat in front of Xu Anchuan's bed.

"Long time no see, Natsu-chan."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, the key left by Xiao Xu can still be used."

The gentle voice is like the warm sun of early winter, with a little sunshine warming the listeners. Ms. Xia stiffened her body, unmoved.

"Well, Xiao Xu is not dead."

Ms. Xia's eyelids twitched slightly, and the young man removed the yellow cloth from the gift, revealing a delicate wind chime composed of colorless glass. The morning light through the window secretly observed this wonderful and beautiful small object, and the shallow halo of light stained the wind chimes, like a dream.

Putting down the wind chimes casually, the young man took out a teapot with lingering water vapor from nowhere, poured himself and drank it, the tea fragrance was pervasive, bitter and charming.

"I have a way to wake him up."

The boy exhaled a mouthful of water vapor and made a faint sound.

"I think you should believe me."

The tea cup is shaking, and the tea soup is rippling. The boy smiled and looked at the woman who had gotten up.

"Do you really have a way?"

Creeping to his feet, he carefully covered the child with the quilt and straightened the messy hair on his forehead. Ms. Xia stood in front of the bed, facing the teenager. She stared at this mysterious and strange teenager, and the gap in her memory opened unconsciously.

She knew him.

She had seen the boy when the man was still there, but she was impressed by a quick glance. That man, the father Xu Anchuan had never met, warned her more than once that this harmless guy who treats people with a smile is a devil who eats people and does not spit out bones. All the worst and most poisonous words in the world are not enough to match him.

After many years, she has been a parent for a long time from a young girl who has not been deeply involved in the world. This mysterious teenager is still the same as he was back then, and he hasn't changed at all.

The moth in the dark can't see the light, and the only sustenance without hesitation may be the tragedy of the moth going to the fire. Ms. Xia knew how terrible the teenager was, because that man had never lied to her. But she also understood the mystery of the boy, because the man had been in awe and silently watching him.

"Of course."

"I, Qi Tu, never believe it."

The teenager drinks tea, unhurried.

"Please Mr. Qi, as long as Xiaochuan can be safe, I can give everything!"

Looking back at Xu Anchuan, Ms. Xia finally believed in the only hope.

"Okay." The boy responded.

"The time has not yet come, so there is no hurry."

Putting away the tea set in his hand, the young man closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, his white hand rested on the armrest of the chair, and the index finger and middle finger staggered and knocked on the armrest, making an empty sound that was neither light nor heavy. One after the other, it landed on the handrail and smashed into the heart.

There was silence for a long time, and time flowed quietly. Sunlight falls into the quiet room, like an oil painting sketched by a wonderful brush.

"Ding Zero~"

The morning breeze entered through the window and blew the wind chimes on the ground.

As if waking up from a dream, Qi Tu picked up the wind chimes, flicked the crystal clear glass bell with his fingers, the glass silk thread shook the bell holder, and the wind chimes came alive.

"Ding Zero~Ding Zero~"

The ethereal sound is like a stream flowing freely in the mountains, which gradually calms the impetuous and confused heart and finds the home of the dream of Taoyuan.

"Lost soul."

"When the conjuring bell rings, you still need a guide."

"You are Xiao Xu's mother, and you are his blood relative. He who has lost his way needs your call as a guide, and the soul that has left his body will find his way home. ”

Qi Tu looked at Xia Qiunan and said softly.

"Okay."

is obviously absurd, Ms. Xia, who has never believed in tricks, accepted the guidance of the young man. She is doing a "big play" like watching a play in a mountain village when she was a child, and the aunt next door shouting soul children under the command of the goddess and the god.

"Ogawa!"

"Wake up Xiaochuan!"

"Xiaochuan, what's wrong with you, come back quickly, don't scare Mom!"

"Wake up Xiaochuan!"

......

One after another, the corners of his eyes moistened unconsciously. With the wind chimes in Qi Tu's hand, Ms. Xia called out to Xu Anchuan, who had lost her soul, hoarsely, but did not reduce her voice at all.

Xu Anchuan on the bed was still asleep, and his hoarse voice seemed to mock Ms. Xia's useless efforts. She just stared at the child, holding on to the only so-called hope with all her heart and refused to let go.

The sun is just right, and the breeze is not dry.

The wind chimes stopped abruptly, Qi Tu slowly got up, hung the glazed wind chimes on the window where the sun fell, and pointed at Xu Anchuan's forehead in Ms. Xia's deep and sad call.

"Mom!"

With an exclamation, Xu Anchuan opened his eyes and sat up.

Walk down the long trail and through the gate of light.

The dazzling sunlight made his eyes flicker, and the familiar room, the sluggish Ms. Xia, was like a warm and relaxed feeling in another world. It's just that the handsome smiling face next to him is so abrupt.

It's him, Qi Tu, that weird Penglai in charge!

What's going on, isn't he the existence of that weird world, how could he be here?!

"Ogawa!"

Ms. Xia's sudden familiar call temporarily dispelled the cold doubts in Xu Anchuan's heart.

The warm embrace, the familiar voice, and the Ms. Xia who supported her out of the strange world finally met again.

his red moon, his demon moth, his Qitu! Everything now is what I dream of, accompany someone, blow a gust of wind, chat for a while, and keep a home. When life is so stable, it can be considered a good life!

"Huh."

Witnessing the cordial picture of the mother and son reuniting, Qi Tu just smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly.

With a boo gesture, he threw a black business card to Xu Anchuan, who was glancing at him. The boy put his hands in his pockets and pushed the door open.

"Twelve o'clock tonight, welcome."

"Everything you want to know, it's waiting for you."

If the voice lingered in his ears, Xu Anchuan put away his business card without a trace, and continued to comfort Ms. Xia, who was up and down and emotionally unstable......

The strong Ms. Xia experienced hours of heart-to-heart and lung pouring pain with her child, to slowly relieving her tears, and after reacting, she embarrassedly touched her tears, pretending to be stern and nagging Xu Anchuan. Under the cover of Xu Anchuan's grumbling belly, a person hurriedly turned around and went back to the kitchen to cook.

On the one hand, he secretly sighed at the shattering of the image of a strong, stable and independent old mother that Xu Anchuan had established since he was a child, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but be happy with the child's resurrection and loss, and almost overflowing with excitement and joy.

Xu Anchuan just smiled and did not debunk Ms. Xia. Stretching his familiar and unfamiliar body, Xu Anchuan temporarily forgot those weird and terrifying bizarre memories, and chose to return to reality, a stable and warm life......

Broken lives are back on track. After dinner, it was Ms. Xia's loving lecture to Xu Anchuan. With physical and mental exhaustion, Ms. Xia went back to her room and fell asleep.

The moon stars are scarce, the moonlight is clear and cold like flowing water, the lights of the city are gradually dimming, and the silent world turns black under the moonlight.

The hour hand was ticking, midnight was approaching, Xu Anchuan stood quietly in front of the bedroom window, listening to the noisy night breeze, looking at the bright moon.

Complex intertwined thoughts are written as smoothly as flowing in the quiet and ordinary night.

The night breeze blows, the glass wind chimes hanging on the window are sporadic and ringing, the ethereal sound penetrates into the heart, the articles with thoughts are examined line by line and paragraph by paragraph, the complex intertwined thoughts are slowly sorted out, and there is a confusion of typos under the flowing water.

Xu Anchuan sighed lightly, and still took out the weird black business card in his pocket.

The material of the black jade, the strange symbols in relief, resemble the ancient totemic texture of birds. The black business card is full of weight, and it is slightly cool to start. It's obviously a weird text, but it makes people unconsciously understand what it represents.

"Penglaidang, Qitu, No. 37 Yuhua Hutong"

"Fate Comes to Meet"

Xu Anchuan rubbed for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

Tiptoeing open the door and leaving home cautiously.

Surrounded by high-rise buildings with steel and iron bones, strolling on the long street and avenue with few people, Xu Anchuan is like a drop of water in the sea, small and inconspicuous.

Like a wandering tourist, Xu Anchuan wandered aimlessly in the city at midnight, feeling the noise of the traffic and the quiet loneliness after temporarily leaving.

The black business card in his hand was slightly cold, the night wind blew gently, the leaves rustled, and a vague mist of water slowly fell from the street trees. The mist converged into filaments visible to the naked eye, silently guiding Xu Anchuan.

Following the leaves that fell from the child's mother's body, he slowly grew up and left, leaving a tree that was gradually drying up and watching the distance alone. Shake a new leaf, like rocking your own child to sleep, when the light strings up raindrops and adorns your shoulders