During the day, Shen Nianjie and I drove Yan Zhifei's car to Dehang Miao Village, 10 kilometers away, to see the mountains.
Until now, the private residences here are still old-fashioned buildings. Most of the coarse grains are used for breeding, and each household will feed a few pigs in Gudingdi, so the village is very dirty and messy. However, I especially like this kind of beauty. Whenever the sun sets and the dust sets, the village is deep and silent, with a distant mountain peak in sight; a dozen boats and rafts are moored in the inlet at the bottom of the mountain. I see these houses again, with white walls and black tiles, decorated with colors and projections In the waves, we often see mountain people who don't know where they are going, walking silently on the winding road. The place where they live has always been there, quiet and quiet. They do not challenge the situation because of forgetting or paying attention, and they are always there. In your own world, prosperity and decline are orderly and abundant.
When I walked down Pangu Peak and Tianwen Terrace, I suddenly had a feeling: there is a clear and faint flavor here, and there is a strong divine breath reverberating here.
Back at the "Fall in Love" bar, I saw Yan Zhifei and Xi Yue dancing. She was happily in love with him. Due to the severe light pollution, I haven't seen the stars twinkling like people in a long time, and the faint light was even brighter. Dazzling and gaudy neon lights flood every corner of the ground.
I am obviously slightly afraid of heights, but I have come to like living on top floors overlooking the ground, on the 6th floor, on the 11th floor, on the 27th floor... Pathologically, I live higher and higher. I look up at the gray color of the sky. I think. The deep black current has been so narrowed by other objects. The dark life actually contains thorns. Maybe I am not real at all, just an illusion.
"What happened?" "How long have you been waiting here?" As she said that, Shen Nianjie frowned and sniffed me, as if she had discovered something, and glanced at the empty beer cans scattered on the ground: "These Did you drink it all?"
She looked at the sky, which had turned dark at some point, tilted her head and said, "I'll drive over here." "You wait here." "Don't run around."
"Yeah. Got it." "I'm not a child anymore, so why do you nervously tell me not to run around every time." "Go back quickly, otherwise it will rain harder and harder."
Then Shen Nianjie took me home on my Jialing motorcycle. However, when I reached out and pressed the "ope" button, I looked at me suspiciously and then at her. She looked at me and nodded lightly, with a look on my face. It was so complicated that she couldn't understand. She smiled lowly as if she had thought of something, and a layer of dilemma slowly appeared in her dark pupils. She said in a nostalgic tone: "I thought that after more than five years, you would become more stable. , it turns out there is still none.”
It's okay that Shen Nianjie didn't mention this. After she said that, I suddenly thought of something and my body suddenly went cold.
I narrowed my eyes slightly and stared in fascination at her sad lines extending from her neck to her collarbone. The emotion seemed too thick to be dissolved.
"I...I want to ask." "Except for external material things, what do you really want (in your heart)?" Shen Nianjie mumbled and asked slightly nervously.
Shen Nianjie said it very cryptically, but I understood what she meant. I said, "Except for the feeling of indebtedness, I have nothing to give them."
Shen Nianjie asked: "Is it about Kondo Mei?" "No. It's the singer Li Bai. I always feel that I can't help but look at each other." "Our interests are very similar, and our temperaments are also very similar. We talk about almost everything when we meet. Talk."
So that's it. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then carefully considered her words and said, "If I insist on a default relationship, then." "Huh?" I answered her, "It should be friends."
"What?" "What exactly?" She blinked hard, as if she didn't hear clearly.
Her eyes suddenly darkened. A fragile look suddenly flashed across her face. After a long while, she said again: "I was just talking casually." She raised her head, her narrow and graceful eyes were filled with a strong haze, and then she said:
He said lowly: "You won't understand."
"I don't know if this is a disease, I may have fallen into another trap." I said, "There is no reason, it's just a certain feeling." But she asked me, "Feeling is a very ethereal thing." "If you
Was it someone else we met at the beginning?"
"If there were no ifs, there wouldn't be anyone else." As if she could see through my inner uneasiness, she held my hand and said, "Don't be so cold in your tone. After all, we are brothers who share the same spirit!"
"I don't know why I'm like this." "I don't care." She looked at me with her graceful eyes half lowered. She smoked white Davidoff, which had a bitter, cold but good smell suitable for men.
.I have never smelled any cigarette smell on her body or in her mouth. There is just a quiet and dry ck scent.
"Xiao Ye, let me do something to wake you up." "Ah!?" I suddenly felt that the sensitive part of my body was covered by her palm, and I couldn't help but scream.
I noticed that my body suddenly became cold. She had already unbuttoned a few buttons of the shirt on my body, and she was trying to help me take off my shirt. The cold and slippery feeling made me sigh softly, and my body shrank inward reflexively.
, but tightened the fingers of my school beauty brother. It was like a domino effect in an instant. My body seemed vulnerable due to her actions, as if I would collapse at any time.
Moreover, these intimate actions also deepened the blush of shame on her face. She asked me in a dumb voice: "Have you ever had sex with a woman?" I said: "No."
"Hey, hey." "Your hand." I stared at her right hand that was irregular for the nth time.
"Tsk." My school beauty brother curled her lips in boredom and muttered to me, "So stingy." "You can't lose a piece of flesh even if you touch it twice." Suddenly she looked at me with her peach blossom eyes and her tone was pitiful.
He asked awkwardly: "You want to drive me to sleep on the sofa? The bed is so big, and you want to drive me away because I want to sleep alone, you are a stingy brat!"
At this time, I saw behind the thick darkness, the sparse dim lamp shadows flickered with lonely light. "Yeah." I made a rather unresponsive nasal voice. I think I may be more confused about my emotions than anyone else, but I can't change it.
The dilemma. Later, I thought about it and he said to her: "I also read "Perfume", a work by German writer Patrick Suskind." She asked: "I didn't see the end." "Then is he dead?"
I said: "No." "On the contrary." "Not only did the murderer not die, but he also made everyone in the square who was preparing to watch his execution fall in love with him."
She said: "How is this possible?" I said: "Yes, in front of everyone, he gently dropped a drop of beautiful perfume on his head. It was just a drop, but in an instant, everyone thought he saw it.
Flower Messenger, and then fell deeply in love with him." "Only one drop?" "Yeah." "Only one drop." "How did he die later?" "He was eaten." Her eyes widened: "Been eaten.
Fall!" "Yes." "Be eaten until not a drop of blood is left."
After looking at the moving scene outside the window for several minutes, I said in a muffled voice: "Good night, my school beauty brother." "I'll sleep in the living room." However, Shen Nianjie, when I went out, was also calm and followed suit. She followed me because I drank half a bottle of the strongest Xiangquan wine. She said, "I just saw you shaking slightly. I don't know what happened. Is there something wrong with the mirror in the bar?"
I said that just now I was in the bathroom of the "Fall in Love" bar and saw a white shadow flashing in the mirror. I was the only one there at the time and no one passed behind me. I suddenly felt something on the back of my neck. Things touched each other. I saw that the entire mirror had a faint white metallic luster, and there was even a slight mist lingering on the surface of the mirror.
With the corner of my eye, I glanced at the mirror, which is the sink where we both wash our faces all day long. However, there was nothing in the mirror, and inside the sink, there was a gathering of black light slowly stretching out. I thought I had seen it wrong. Then, I rubbed my eyes and saw that the scene that was there and nowhere was gone.
However, the characters are hidden in this light mist. As the mist flows, they move slightly in the mist, but they all have the impression of being close at hand. It is like there is a dark inside story hidden from everyone.
I stared at everything happening around me, and thick fog surrounded me. The cracks on the mirror were black and seemed to be a bottomless hole. I seemed to hear a loud wind, but I didn't feel the wind. It blew through my body. The wind seemed to be blocked by something. Suddenly, I felt that the still little solidified strength in my body flowed out from the Dantian and flowed to the muscles and skin of the body.
"Did I really fall into the mirror?" In the haze, I felt like I was floating. The surroundings were shaking violently, as if I was hit by some powerful force, but nothing happened to me. Nothing hit me. body. Then a large amount of black light began to appear around me, and the white shadow muttered a spell that I couldn't understand in the light. Then, the black line began to strengthen, shrouding us in it, and I saw the white shadow violently It twisted its body and screamed fiercely. Then cracks began to appear all over its face, and the fragments disappeared without a trace in the air. I saw the flashing cross-light effect of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, which made me feel like I was with my own figure. Intertwined sense of confusion. "Why is there the breath of stars in my body?"