Blue glass, blue transparent ceiling, blue leaves and telephone poles streaked across the top of the carriage, and the boy leaning on the seat quietly watched the scenery above his head, and the carriage was exceptionally silent, and there were no other passengers except him.

The train clattered slowly, and everything seemed to be gilded with a faint blue under the twilight sky, and when it passed through the station, the sound of mechanical announcements in the carriage would briefly break the silence.

[The train has arrived at Huaqing Station, please get off the train in an orderly manner]

The doors slowly opened, but no one got off the train, and there was no one in the station, except for a few unsightly birds standing on telephone poles and making a few calls.

The boy rolled his neck, and looked out the window at the station, which was rusty and old, and the only display board on the top of the station's tracks was still good, and the orange dot matrix showed that this was the 'Liqing Station'.

As if thinking of something, the boy lowered his head, groped in his pocket for a while, and turned out the black personal terminal, the edge of the metal shell was worn very brightly, and there were many small scratches on the side, it seemed that it had been weathered and used for a long time.

Flipping through the projection screen, the teenager's fingertips swiped over one of the lines of news, then stopped.

"Regret, a genius boy committed suicide at home"

[On July 12, the police in the third district of the east received a report from the self-discipline unit, and then sent personnel to the scene, and found that the 18-year-old male resident 'Ling' living in the Jinqing neighborhood died on a pine tree outside his home.

The personal terminal clearly recorded the process of his suicide, first sitting in the tree for a day, and then in the evening, he listened to a song, then took out the knife, clearly and calmly cut the arteries under his armpits, and then fell on his back on the tree, closing his eyes.

According to the'Ling's classmates and teachers' reactions,'Ling's grades in each subject have always been the best in the class,16 years old, he advanced to wither sequence 5,Break the school record,But 'Ling' treats classmates very coldly,Never communicate with others on weekdays,The school has arranged psychiatrist counseling for him,But when the doctor asked, he was extraordinarily clear and calm,And did not show symptoms of depression,Work and rest are also very regular。

After the incident,The school contacted the'Ling's only relative,It's"Ling's distant aunt,According to her, she only saw 'Ling's parents' at the wedding 20 years ago.,Haven't been in contact with the 'Ling's family since.。

Prior to this, this genius boy had obtained the free admission qualification to the 'Lapis Lazuli' Academy in the Central Star Domain, which was envied by countless people, but his departure also made many people who were familiar with him feel regret and loss.

'Lapis Lazuli' University is currently ranked 237th in the Federation, and has produced many well-known scholars, doctors, and scientists, and the enrollment quota of this famous school in Shannan Star Field is only 10 people, of which only 1 is free admission.

For this reason, educators in the star field said that the psychological problems of contemporary students can no longer be ignored, and corresponding measures need to be taken to improve them......

———— above is the evening news report of Shannan Star Field-Black Pine Resident Star-East 3 District. ]

His eyes were fixed on the news projection screen, and the boy remained motionless, like a pale corpse, until a fly hit the glass outside the car window, which made his pupils turn again.

The train started slowly again, slowly leaving the rusty station behind with the clatter of wheels, and the boy leaned back in his seat, looking at the blue glass ceiling above his head, and the shadows of falling branches and telephone poles on the glass panels.

As the sun sets, the blue on the ceiling grows darker and darker, until it is finally dim, like a crow's feather, and the texture is not clear.

An hour later, the train stopped at a dimly lit station, and the boy stood on the platform with his personal terminal, his face pale and bloodless reflected by the light and shadow of the projection screen.

After that, he put away his personal terminal and walked like this in the dimly lit station, although there was no light, he didn't fall or bump into anything, probably because everything here was all too familiar.

With that, he walked out of the station and walked along the same deserted streets, all of which were so old that only one or two of the ten-story buildings were lit.

Walking into the dark apartment building, he stomped his foot, and then the lights came on, and just like that, he walked up the stairs, and the lights came on one after another, as if to greet him, making the empty floor look a little alive.

Coming to the seventh floor, the boy stopped, inserted the key fob he was carrying, and then there was a slight sound, the door opened automatically, and then he walked in.

The room was lit with cold fireflies, and only the sound of the boy taking off his shoes could be heard, and after changing his slippers, he walked to the innermost bedroom door, paused for a few seconds, knocked on the door, and then pushed it open.

There is a white medical bed in the bedroom, a middle-aged woman is lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, she is lying on her back, with a breathing tube in her mouth, her chest is constantly rising and falling with the input of the ventilator, her face is distorted, her eyes are half open and half closed, she seems to be awake, but she seems to be asleep and died.

The medical equipment connected to the ventilator constantly inflated the middle-aged woman's lungs to prolong her life, and the sound of dripping sounded clearly in the quiet room.

"I'm back."

The young man said this, his voice as calm as stagnant water, he walked over slowly, looked at the slightly terrifying face of the middle-aged woman, and the breathing tube that was constantly rising and falling in his chest, and his fingers wanted to touch the woman's face, but he stopped halfway and slowly retracted.

After watching it quietly for a few minutes, he turned his gaze to the cold white wall on the side, then took out his personal terminal, pointed to the text on it, and wrote crookedly on the wall with a pen.

[Because the genius of the first region died after receiving the notice, your son has been given a vacated spot to study at the university in the Central Star Field, so be happy and look forward to him.] ]

After writing this, he wanted to add a few more sentences, but the pen slowly paused in the air, and finally drew a simple full stop and ended there.

With that done, he set up the self-discipline unit in the room, then exited and returned to his small bedroom, which was full of miscellaneous items, not only leftover lunches, but also childhood toys and broken books.

Opening the musty wardrobe on the side, the boy pulled out a few barely okay clothes, and some other yellowed and old clothes were piled up haphazardly at the bottom of the closet.

After stuffing all these clothes into the washing machine, the boy went to the bathroom to take a shower, then simply put on a bath towel, and went to the dark balcony, overlooking the dark streets and alleys below, and then looked up at the distant and ethereal stars overhead.

In this way, he sat quietly for half an hour, waited for the washing machine to beep before returning to his room, dried his clothes, and then sat back on the sofa in the house, and did not return to his room until 10 o'clock at night.

The next day, the boy with his suitcase came to the station again, he got on the train, came to the empty carriage, and was about to find a place to sit down, but rarely found two other men and a woman in the carriage.

"Hello, may I ask you are the 'shirt' classmate, we are the reporter in charge of the interview." The woman introduces herself, and behind her is an assistant with a photographic device in his hand.

To this, the young man looked cold and did not answer, but just pulled his luggage and sat on the seat not far away.

"How do you feel about Shan-san after receiving the free admission?" The female reporter asked questions tirelessly.

"In other words, how does Shan-san usually study?"

"It is said that there are very few fresh graduates who apply for the 'lapis lazuli' university this time, and Shan's classmates can be said to have both luck and strength, and have you thought about what industry you will be engaged in in the future?"

The young man did not answer these questions, but just looked at the scene outside the window with blank eyes, seeing that he still refused to cooperate with the interview, the female reporter was also a little discouraged, and returned to the seat next to the young man to sit down under the comfort of the assistant on the side.

Time passed slowly, and an hour after the train moved forward, the female reporter still did not give up on interviewing and asking again, but the young man still did not turn his head to respond, just stared out the window blankly, like a cold statue.

"It's really ......" The female reporter gritted her teeth, but she still couldn't hold back and didn't swear, slowly returned to her seat, and opened her personal terminal with a vengeance, ready to find an acquaintance to vent this unsuccessful interview.

The train continued to move on, station after stop, until it reached the end.

It's obviously a lot more prosperous, and you can occasionally see hovercars flying in the sky.

"Are you leaving for the Central Star Domain today?" Seeing the teenager pulling his luggage and walking towards the large take-off and landing field in the distance, the female reporter couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm." The teenager finally answered.

"But there's still a lot of time before school starts." She thought that the average student would not leave until mid-to-late August, but now it was only mid-July.

The teenager didn't answer, and the female reporter couldn't help but catch up and ask again.

"If you don't stay at home longer, such as spending more time with your family, you may not be able to come back for many years in the future."

The boy's footsteps finally stopped.

"I don't know." With that, he continued forward, drowning in the crowd and disappearing.

Yes, he didn't know why he stayed, he didn't know why he was so desperate, maybe he was also afraid of something, afraid of waking up again and again in the night, hearing the cold ticking sound next door, afraid of the mother who would never wake up.

There have been countless times when he feels that he lives in an unreal world, and he has the illusion that this world is actually just this town where he is, and everything outside the TV and the news is fake, and he will always be trapped in this place, no matter how he wants to leave, there will always be some kind of accident that will interrupt him, so that he cannot escape, only to be confined to this town forever.

This kind of thought, reason told him that it was wrong and impossible, after all, so much history, news, daily necessities, creations, etc., could not be made in a single town, but thoughts were like black shadows in the darkness, always popping up in his laxity and inadvertently, coming to him, and raising a creepy fear in him.

He tried to keep his mind as calm as he could, his thoughts as still as cold as a stone, for these strange and frightening thoughts could not help but come to him as soon as he turned.

He didn't know why the strange genius 'Ling' chose to die, but he knew that in fact, there was only a thin line between him and 'Ling', and if 'Ling' didn't die, then it might be him lying on the branch in the sunset.

Because he didn't have a place to give up, he couldn't afford to go to another star field to study at university, and he would be forced to continue to face the ticking sound of the next bedroom that night, this long-term despair and pressure had slowly eroded everything in his world, turning pale and cold.

With the help of the take-off and landing platform staff, Sugi walked through various processes step by step, and finally got on the old gray aircraft.

Sitting in the seat by the window, as the mechanical prompt fell, the safety pressure arm lowered, fixing Sugi's body, and then the blue air flow gradually erupted from the bottom of the aircraft, slowly rising.

A thrust came from under his body and back, and watching the town below slowly overlook the whole situation, and gradually became smaller, so that finally his body was slightly weightless, and violent emotions churned in his heart.

There seemed to be a warm liquid flowing down his eyes, which made him choke a little, and he wanted to cough, and his fingers gripped the armrest, and his face turned red.

[Hello, is there any discomfort in it]

A semicircular magnetic unit observed the teenager's and stopped asking.

He blinked desperately, holding back tears, and then shook his head, indicating no.

After stopping for a few seconds, the self-discipline unit checked that the boy was fine, and then turned to leave and continued to patrol the cabin, and he finally choked up and cried.

The world outside the window gradually detached from the surface of the planet, and the stars in the distance stood out in the dark universe, everything was so magnificent and magnificent, and the vastness of this starry sky tore apart the pale fear in his past mind, telling him that there really was such a vast and endless world, and the conjecture that had tormented him countless times had finally dissipated.

Half an hour later, the young man, who had gradually calmed down, continued to look at the vast starry sky and scenery outside the window in a daze, until the aircraft gradually arrived at the extraplanetary space starport, and he slowly came back to his senses.

In just half an hour, it seems like a world away.

He opened his hand, clenched it again, and pulled his suitcase and walked out.

As he stood in line, he remembered that afternoon many years ago, when his parents had taken him to the playground, and he had a great time, and there were many children in the playground, where there were tender green and fresh blades of grass, and the sweet smell of popcorn in it seemed to be remembered to this day.

It's been a long time since he's been so calm, and he's been able to think about the past calmly, instead of letting himself not think about the good things with fear.

The more desperate he is, the more he doesn't dare to think about good memories, he is afraid that he can't bear such a gap, so he tries to be pessimistic, and then keeps chewing on the pale repetitive daily life.

After sitting on the starship bound for the central star field, the boy slowly closed his eyes.

Although there were still some shadows and melancholy, at least at this moment, he could slowly feel some kind of hope slowly rising in the corners of the sky.

Blue glass, blue ceiling, blue foliage and shadows, that twilight evening, he seemed to dream of another self lying on the branch, counting the stars of the night, and then closing his eyes.

It's a bit of a stream of consciousness, but you don't have to think too much about it 0 0/

(End of chapter)