Lin Ying's gaze fell sluggishly on a photo in his fingertips.

The photograph is curled and yellowed, and a lightning crease runs diagonally down from the upper right corner of the photograph, splitting the frame and running through time.

It can be seen that the photograph has been on hold for a long time, and the color has been covered with a layer of gray, deep and desolate.

In the background of the photo is a large orange grove, and in front of the plump yellow fruit is densely packed with more than a dozen people, men and women, old and young.

What is strange is that the people in the photo have different expressions, some are twisting, some are frightened, some are looking around, and some are nervous.

In short, everyone has their own agendas, and their faces are extremely unnatural, and they look at a loss.

But the people in the photo have one thing in common, that is, their eyes are not looking at the camera where the picture is taken, but all focusing on a man sitting in a chair in the middle of the front row.

The man was holding a baby in his arms, the baby looked like it had just been a full moon, and his eyes were wide open and curious, and his red face was like two ripe oranges.

Wrong!

The baby's two eyes turned out to be orange, shining golden by the sun, more like two oranges.

Lin Ying's eyes and thoughts were deeply attracted by this old photo that seemed to be full of stories, and she almost forgot that she was sitting on a train at the moment.

The green train is like a simple and diligent old cow, carrying the forest shadow and the exploration of the orange grove in the photo together in the mountains up and down, tumbling and undulating.

It had been a day and a night in a row, and as there were fewer and fewer passengers on the train, Lin Ying knew that she was getting closer and closer to the orange grove.

Woo woo - woo woo -

A sharp whine came from outside the car window, interrupting Lin Ying's thoughts.

A conductor in a blue-gray polyester uniform walked briskly from a carriage in front of him and said to the passengers:

"Ladies and gentlemen, in front of you is the Langshan Tunnel of the Weinan Railway, with a total length of 7,588 meters and a travel time of about 12 minutes. When passing through the tunnel, the wind pressure increases, so please close the windows of the train. ”

What? Close the windows?

Lin Ying raised her head when she heard the sound, realizing the conductor's kind reminder, her eyes moved to the window next to her right elbow, and the wind was blowing, mixed with the friction of the wheels rolling over the tracks, tinkling.

She hurriedly stood up and wanted to close the window, but she didn't expect a loud "boom" in her ears, and the sound was like thunder.

A cold wind poured into the carriage in an orderly manner, so vast and merciless that Lin Ying was almost out of breath.

Immediately after the inside and outside of the car window was dark at the same time, the air instantly became humid and cold, obviously, the conductor's reminder was a little late, Lin Ying didn't have time to close the window, and the old-fashioned green train had already entered the dark tunnel and sped forward.

The deep darkness swallowed everything, the wind blew the iron sheet of the train "clang", and a few screams and complaints of passengers rang out from time to time in the carriage, full of fear and uneasiness.

Lin Ying was also startled by the sudden darkness and impact, and he didn't know what to do next to stop the whirring wind except for shivering all over.

She fumbled for the window in the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers, but she didn't expect her fingertips to stiffen, and the photo came out of her hand and was swept into the depths of the carriage by the wind.

"Photos! My photos! ”

Lin Ying was completely panicked, her hands groping wildly in the dark, her whole body was dazed, and she could even feel cold sweat running down her spine.

This photo is the only life photo left by Lin Ying's father before his death, and it happens to be the image recorded by Lin Ying in his father's arms on the day he was 100 years old, so Lin Ying regards it as particularly important.

In addition, my father only had a few photos used in his ID card and work permit, upright and dull, like a wooden clay statue, with stiff and indifferent eyes.

Father has never said that he is not photogenic, so he doesn't like to take pictures, but Lin Ying found that his father's words are half-true, because his father doesn't like to take pictures of Lin Ying either, and it can even be said that he hates taking pictures, and it seems that he doesn't want to leave any images of their father and daughter at all.

Lin Ying never understood the reason, she could only blame the reason on her father and her own eyes that were different from ordinary people, those orange eyes that were like two oranges.

"Oh my God, my picture!"

Lin Ying was flustered and exclaimed.

In an instant, her soul seemed to be swept away by the wind along with the photo, with her only thought of her father.

At this moment, no one can understand the self-blame and remorse in her heart, why did she have to open the car window, and why did she have to take such a precious photo in her hand and look at it repeatedly.

Lin Ying lost her composure, almost reaching a state of losing her mind, she didn't understand, although it was daytime, since the train was going to pass through the dark tunnel, why couldn't the lights in the carriage be turned on?

Why let travelers spend this long and difficult 12 minutes in the dark?

"Photo...... Photo ......"

Lin Ying's heart was empty, but her two hands were still instinctively groping in the dark, she was anxious, how much she hoped that someone would help her at this moment.

However, there was only some irritating noise in the carriage, not only the rustling of the wind, but also the deafening sound of the grinding of machines, which became more and more disturbing.

At the moment, the green train is like a loose horse, galloping in the tunnel of the black hole, there is no light source here, as if it will never reach the end.

Lin Ying was so anxious that blood rushed to her head, and the wind was pressing on her eardrums, and the screaming sound almost tore her eardrums.

"It hurts—"

Lin Ying groaned in pain, and fell back on the seat under him with his hands covering his ears, followed by an inexplicable dizziness, and his head also "buzzed".

Suddenly, the sound of tumbling ground cracking stones through the clouds in the carriage completely disappeared, and there was silence in the ears, as if there was an invisible barrier separating Lin Ying from the carriage.

Instead, a man's voice sounded in Lin Ying's ears.

…… Don't go back...... Xiaoying, listen to Dad's words, don't go back......

"Dad, Dad? Father?! ”

I don't know why, Lin Ying's mind suddenly heard the voice of his father, who had been dead for three months, and this sentence happened to be his father's last request before he died.

…… Xiaoying, promise her father that you must not go back there......

"Dad? No way, Dad, aren't you already dead? Dad, don't scare Xiaoying—"

The pain hit Lin Ying's eardrums, like a piercing steel bar trying to poke into her ear canal.

Lin Ying's palms pressed his ears tightly, trying to alleviate the tinnitus and pain caused by the wind.

She sat up straight, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself down and ease her inner turmoil.

She told herself that it must be an auditory hallucination caused by wind pressure stimulation or mental overstress.