When I woke up, I found that I was walking on the road, and the mirror-like walls towered on both sides, with turns in front and back, left and right. The walls were so smooth that they couldn't be climbed, and the reflection of my body on them left only black shadows, and I couldn't see my own face. The finger poked into the tentative shadow in the mirror, like a winter day touching the foggy car window, leaving a little circle on the wall, and the temperature spread from the fingertips. As soon as the fingers left, the wall was restored to its original state.

Where am I? A labyrinth of mirrors? I didn't run or shout, I didn't have any fear or anxiety in my heart, but I didn't feel comfortable. Instinctively, I wanted to look for an outlet. Placing your hand on the wall, you can find an end point along it, and the warmth of your palm drags a long trail on the wall, as if painting again and again on a foggy car window. I thought I would find the destined exit before all the walls were left behind by me. But every time you turn a corner, you can't know what's behind you. How much is left of that long line that was born by the touch of the hand? After the temperature I left behind cools, it may dissipate like a dot poked out of my fingertips. Maybe it disappears as much as I walk, but I haven't seen it yet.

I don't know how long it took, but I didn't find my way out of the labyrinth, but it was more like I was getting deeper into it. I'm not anxious because I don't know what I'm waiting for. I didn't despair, after all, I didn't have any special expectations in my heart. I just walked and walked with my feet, and paddled and paddled with my hands. There are no footprints on the road, and I don't know how many traces are still parked on the walls. My shadow was doing the same thing on the mirrors in front of me, left and right, and I was also left with nothing left after hurrying by.

So I closed my eyes, stopped looking at the reflections of nothingness, and moved on. At first, he walked very slowly, with one hand stretched out in front of him for fear of bumping into something. However, the wall in front of me was never touched by the palm of my hand, and I may have passed through it, or it may not have existed. So I gradually lowered my hand and let the path continue, as if it was not me but the road that was moving, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and I was carried by it to the invisible distance. I didn't make a sound, but I felt the echo pervasive. There was no wind blowing, and my hair and clothes were still swaying slightly.

There appears to be a sheep that is hitting the mirror wall blankly. Perhaps it regarded the dark shadow, the mirrored self, as an enemy of provocation. It crashed and bumped and bumped, and I could not see, I could not hear, but I knew that it did not stop for a moment, and it rushed resolutely and resolutely towards its own incomprehensible shadow.

When I opened my eyes again, I was on the shore of a lake. It was so vast and far-reaching that I couldn't see the other side, but I somehow knew that it was a lake and not a river or a sea, and my mind felt as if it had been programmed in advance. Sparkling, like shattered mirrors and dim stars, each fragment has my reflection on it, though as dim as a black-and-white photograph, or even almost undeveloped film, but that is me, no longer a shadow suspended on the wall.

"You can take off your shoes and socks and go for a walk in the lake. You'll be reminded of more things, but don't go too deep. "Singing words, I saw a girl standing by the lake, with a slightly familiar face, as if she was a classmate I met in a literary club, with a strange pen name. I had a hard time remembering other people's faces, and I had been in the maze of mirrors for so long that I seemed to have forgotten what I looked like.

I listened to her and took off my socks and carefully tucked them into my shoes. The lake water is as cold as glass that melts into water, digging into the toes and greedily sucking the heat of the body. Gradually, the sensation of the soles of the feet was not noticed, and then the whole foot, and then even the calves were engulfed. But my memories woke up like spring, the figures that flashed before my eyes, the beetles that I stepped on, the nails that were nailed to the wall, the flashes of a medal, the pillow that retained the smell of sleeping, the folded but still crumpled quilt, the fingers that were cut by blades of grass, the gray wall that left sweat stains after leaning back, and the breath left when lying on my back on the plastic runway. The deeper I walked, the fewer broken water streaks there were, and the more I could see myself in the reflection, and I picked up the scattered debris one by one in the splashing water.

"Go further and you'll see your brother." The sound of the shore reminds me, like a long ballad.

I didn't answer. That's good, I can't remember what he looked like. I want to see him.

"But you'll be one with your reflection in the water. This means that you will find yourself and sink and die at the same time. ”

I turned back.

"Is there no other way?"

"I don't know."

"Where am I?"

"Death, that's the direction you're just going, and that's the name of this lake."

"Where was I?"

"In the labyrinth of your life. The walls should have been hung with lush vines, and the roads were paved with bluestone and flower petals, like childhood paths and gardens. As time goes on, everything gradually peels off, and people will see bare mirrors and shadows without their own faces. Some people take a long time to see, some people flash there before sinking into the lake, and you're just a little bit earlier. ”

"Is there a world out there?"

"Perhaps. Outside, the labyrinth, and the lake, together they are life. ”

"What's it like out there?"

"Whether it's the sheep, it's the wind, it's the Milky Way, it's the bigger lake or the garden, or the abyss that you fall into if you take a step forward, I don't know. But if you stand still, you will never go there. ”

Echoes surged under imperceptible feet, a dark sound from the depths of the earth trembled incessantly, and the mind began to gradually dizzy, turning into a chaotic cloud, and the eyes were as pale as a miserable mural......

"Keke, wake up, wake up."

"It's almost class, and you'll be late if you don't show up!"

"Little lazy cat, get up, don't make me angry!"

Somebody was pinching my face, like playing with clay, trying to knead it into various shapes.

When I woke up again, I was in a trance, unsure if it was reality or another chaotic dream. I slept for too long, and any nap that was too long would rob me of the ability to think and judge. The roommates were gone, but luckily Miller was still there, otherwise I would have been asleep in bed all afternoon. He said I was like a dazed cat that day, and it took a hard time to wake me up.

"If only there was no class, I could bully you down there for a long time. You fell asleep and were really floppy and didn't react at all. ”

In fact, for more than 20 minutes after I woke up, I also felt like a rag doll, my hands and feet were heavy, I was dizzy, my ability to feel the outside world was much weaker, and everything I encountered was soft, only the cold sweat behind me made me extremely bored.

It's Friday again, the third week of school. In the afternoon club class, Ye Ruiyang led me to the football club.

"Ask the new students in the first year of junior high school to introduce themselves, which class they come from, and what position they play. One by one, two or three sentences are enough. Teacher Wang Feng said to everyone standing in a row. She is also followed by several PE teachers who are teaching assistants. Everyone calls her coach in private, but she still asks everyone to call her teacher, after all, her main job is to take geography classes. It's also amazing, I thought that the teacher known as Coach Wang was a middle-aged uncle with a serious face and a little bald head, but in fact, she was about the same age as her mother, often wearing a sunhat and sunglasses, and speaking with a northeastern accent, very "aura".

"Hello everyone, I am Ye Ruiyang from the third class of junior high school, I can play as a central defender, and I can also play at the back. I'm glad to join the football club and the school team, I'll be rooting for it. Thank you for your kind attention! He was the first to go up, "By the way, I love to watch games, the Champions League, the Premier League, La Liga, the German Liga, the Chinese Super League, the AFC Champions League, and basketball." ”

"Li Baichuan, second class, back waist, thank you."

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Taotao from Class 3, as long as I play, I will work hard." Tao Tao is a little restrained.

"Hello classmates, I'm He Mingming in Class 4, playing at central back and can also play at left-back, I will defend seriously."

"I'm Huang Minxue in Class 8, playing in the midfield, and I can also play on the left and right sides. It's a pleasure to be teammates with all of you, so please bear with me. As he spoke, he glanced at us and nodded politely. Everyone applauded as usual, and I clapped twice.

His voice and gaze were sincere, and his smile was no different from ours, with the clarity of a child. He is already quite civil.

"Hello everyone, I am Mu Zheng from Class 6, Mu Zheng solemnly, Zheng Zheng with iron bones. Xuexue is my best friend, and we have a very good understanding. I'm a striker. Mu Zheng didn't wear a hat today, his dark and thick face was very energetic in the sun, and his smile was also very trusting. However, as an overly good player, I was a little more in awe of him than I loved him, and even his name seemed to reveal seriousness. Maybe that's the temperament of a player who is seen as the core?

In this week's class competition, classes 5 to 8 faced classes 13 to 16, and a goal battle was staged on both sides, and the final score was 4:4, and Mu Zheng scored three goals. And we are playing around the opponent here, but we have not been able to score for a long time. Fortunately, before the end of the game, Ye Ruiyang hurriedly shot the goal to the opposing player in the chaos, and the refracted ball bounced to the post and smashed into the goalkeeper's calf into the net. After the game, I asked my sister if she had seen the three-dimensional pinball goal, and she said confidently, we are fighting with immortals next door, and there are more goals than basketball games for a while, so she ran over to watch, who has nothing to stare at here to see the boiled frog?

The only good news should be that Zhao Rui was poured four balls, thanks to Mu Zheng. Now I've conceded one goal in two games, he's conceded four goals in two games.

But Miller still couldn't play.

"I'm Yan Xi from the fourteenth class of junior high school. Yan is the Yan of Hades, don't be afraid, I'm not worthy of my name. Nozomi is the Nozomi of hope. I can do anything but head the ball. "This is the first time I've met Yan Xi, and although I was next door before, I didn't go to see him who scored five goals in two games because I had to focus on the game. He's about the same height as Miller, not so white, and he looks like a schoolboy, and it's really hard to associate this kid with the striker that his sister said was so good.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhao Rui, the goalkeeper of Class 14." It's the person's turn, "It's great to see my primary school classmate here today, I've been his replacement before, we have a very good relationship and hopefully together we can shine for the team." As he spoke, he looked at me with the expression of a welcoming host, and tapped me on the shoulder, because I didn't reach out to give him a high-five.

"We welcome the new students. He didn't come to the trial training in the last class because I didn't make it clear when I recruited seniors, I'm sorry. "It was Kwong Hao, who was in the second year of junior high school, and he was also our captain this year. He had crisp broken hair, and he graciously patted me on the back and led me to everyone.

The seniors in the second year of junior high school all wore the team uniforms of No. 1 Middle School, white jerseys, dark blue pants, simple blue lines on their shoulders, and the school emblem on their chests.

"Hello everyone, I'm Ke Peiwei from Class 3 and I'm a goalkeeper. Thank you......" I looked at the ground, still not used to speaking in front of everyone, although I could sense that these eyes were kind.

"Three of my classmates told me you played well, but you have to try." The coach touched my head, "Shuoshi, you lend him the gloves to use." ”

The senior, Zeng Shuoshi, is the only one wearing a green long-sleeved jersey, and it can be seen that he is the main goalkeeper with his tall stature.

I said I had gloves and it was on the sidelines. The coach nodded and motioned for me to get it.

I don't know which three people told the coach? There should be one Ye Ruiyang.

"Peve, come on. Senior Kwong Hao scored three free kicks in the Mayor's Cup last year. If you can make a save, the coach will definitely consider making you the main goalkeeper. "Before I walked on the court, Zhao Rui came over to tell me.

"Call me Keco."

I stood in front of the door and raised my hands habitually. Kwong Hao put the ball down on the right outside the box, took a few steps back, and shouted to me to play the near corner.

You probably won't lie to me.

He runs, shoots, and the ball whistles towards the gate in a slight arc. I didn't hesitate to be told where it would be, and as I was in the air, I stretched out my arms as hard as I could, and the ball hit the glove like a heavy punch, and then it went off track and landed on the side of the goal.

"Good pounce!" I heard everyone shouting from the sidelines, and now I can tell who made it. I stood up, and the glove that had been hit still had the power of the ball, and it was rushing in the palm of my hand, which made me very excited.

"One more!" I shouted to the captain.

This time he hit a low flat ball that stuck to the turf and went straight to the far corner. He also told me the direction before the shot, and when I got down in time, I used my fingertips to change the movement of the ball slightly, and it reluctantly grazed the post and went out of the line.

"Well done!" The captain seemed happier than he had scored.

I tried a few more times, and although there were two balls in the back that didn't save, one of them hit the crossbar and didn't go into the net, and I only lost one. The trial was a success. Zhao Rui looked at the coach proudly after picking me off the field, saying that what he said before class was not true at all.

It seems that the other person is him. When you see me coming, you must know that you have to be a substitute again, so it's better to sell a favor.

Who else is this person? I didn't ask again, I just knew that I was now the goalkeeper of Jiang Yuanyi's middle school team.

At the end of class, the coach gave our junior high school players a list and asked them to fill in the size of their jerseys, the number of the jerseys they wanted, and the printing on their jerseys. This is the most anticipated moment of the lesson, a simple number not only means that you are a member of the team, but also means that there will be an opportunity to express yourself through numbers. After the sport has a long history, different numbers have also been given their own meanings.

"No. 1 is generally a goalkeeper, No. 2 to No. 5 are basically defenders, and No. 6 is a defender and midfielder, and it is more defensive. No. 7 may be in charge of appearance, such as David Beckham. If you are on the 8th, you have the impression that it is a midfield engine, and you must be able to control the rhythm of the whole team. No. 9 is a positive Indian striker, and he has to destroy the city. No. 10 is the core of the indispensable, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the average person does not dare to wear it. The number 11 is also an offensive player, so I kind of want to wear it! ”

"Having said all that, why did you still choose the number 23?"

"Because there are 23 people in the World Cup squad, the 23rd is a not very fixed number, and anyone in any position can choose it, which is full of possibilities. Football is a fast-changing game, and of course I would like to pick a number like this. By the way, brother, what number do you like? ”

"I love number 3. But you said that the goalkeeper wears No. 1, can't I choose it? ”

"Why not? Brother, I'll support you if you wear size 10! ”

"I don't want it, I want No. 3."

Ye Ruiyang grabbed the pen and the list and was about to write, but Brother Chuan wasted no time in reminding him to ask the seniors what numbers they had used. Senior Kwong Hao is No. 8, Wang Xiaoliang who plays center forward is No. 10, wing player Xu Xiang is the owner of No. 7, and the No. 3 jersey I want has been taken away by Yuan Yikong, who plays central back. In addition, 1, 2, 15, and 20 also have attributions. Seeing that there was no one on the No. 5 jersey, Ye Ruiyang was satisfied, as if he had bought a limited edition toy that he had always wanted.

However, in the second year of junior high school, it is definitely our priority to choose the jersey. At that time, Mu Zheng is estimated to become our captain.

"Ke Ke, you haven't chosen yet." Zhao Rui handed me the list. Patronized in a daze, it was just me and him. Brother Chuan chose No. 4, which is next to Ye Ruiyang, and it is obviously No. 6. Tao Tao picked the number 24, and it seems that this number is more sought-after on the basketball court. Mu Zheng was 23, his friend asked for 18, and Yan Xi filled in the 14th.

The name that everyone wants to print is also strange, Ye Ruiyang is Sol, I don't know what to say. Brother Chuan's Rivers is worthy of his name "Baichuan". Mu Zheng wanted a Poet, and I didn't quite understand, but that Lennon knew who it was at a glance. The only ones who honestly printed their names were Ming Ming, Tao Tao and Yan Xi.

I want to choose No. 3 or No. 23, but one is a senior, or I can't come, and the other is the best player in our class, and I definitely don't expect to get it. When "33" is written, the freshness of joining the team seems to be completely removed.

It's useless.

I still put Coco on the name I wanted to print. Zhao Rui was the last to write, he thought about it, filled in a number 12, printed with Alba, it seems to be a player's name, I don't bother to care.

We now have 17 players, which doesn't look like a small amount. But the coach said that if there are any students who can play football, you can ask them if they are interested in coming to the football club, because the squad for each game of the Mayor's Cup is 18 people, and she wants to fill the list. She also instructed that there was no need to ask the junior high school classmates. The participating schools seem to have a tacit understanding that they will not "recruit" junior high school students. And in the third year of junior high school, there don't seem to be club classes anymore.

If only the strings were there, it's hard to say who owns the No. 23 jersey.

I suddenly wanted to put his name on the list, and he was the same size as me anyway, and at most I paid for two jerseys.

But the list was taken away by the coach. Zhang Taotao leaned over to talk to her, but the voice was not loud, but I still heard it. He asked how much the jersey cost and when it would be delivered. The coach told everyone that the money for the jersey was paid by the school, and the school team had funds after all. In addition, we have a certain subsidy for training and competitions, although it is not a lot, about 20 yuan per game, and we can add a little if we win.

You can't even eat a meal of fried chicken for 20 yuan.

It wasn't until I walked to the dormitory after class that I remembered Mi Lelai. Doesn't he know how to play? Why didn't you come? Maybe he didn't know that he wanted to join the football club when he entered the school team like me, and there was no one like Ye Ruiyang to tell him.

It's so sluggish that I don't even bother to ask about my friends.

I want to catch up with the coach and pay extra for a string jersey and a set for Millet. However, I don't know what name Miller wants to print, or what size he wants to wear. It turned out that I was still far from the guy who had been tossing and turning in the dormitory for a long time to wake me up, even though we were both punished for standing five minutes late before the first class in the afternoon, he was standing at the back door of the second shift and I was standing at the front door of the third shift, no more than two steps away.