triple world

The more Fu Yan walked forward, the farther away was the falling rain phoenix tree behind him.

There was a corner ahead, Fu Yan stared back for a while, then walked towards the direction in memory.

Voices slowly appeared on the quiet street, shouting, inquiry, chatting and people coming and going mixed together, forming the chaotic and lively street in his memory.

When he walked another distance, everything around him was completely out of the dead silence before.

The mirror completely turned his memory out.

It's just that the excitement is the excitement, but it has nothing to do with Fu Yan.

He is an intangible passer-by, people and vehicles pass through his body, no one can see him, and they don't even know that there is a person in front of them who is watching everything around him with cold eyes.

Fu Yan was already very familiar with this place, but he was unwilling to move around and stayed in place for a long time without moving.

He probably could see something here that he had always expected to see, but because of this sudden approach, he felt anxious and hesitant.

When he saw this street for the first time, Fu Yan actually guessed that the mirror was going to crush their wounds and cut them open to expose the bloody outside, but his seemingly calm expression was a little excited .

It will naturally hurt when the wound is torn open, but it is also a good thing to get what you want.

There is a steelyard in the bottom of one's heart, and Fu Yan has already calculated it, but at this time, he began to hesitate again.

But he couldn't hesitate for long, because the world didn't give him that much time.

Another person passed through Fu Yan's body.

Unlike the previous ones who were ignorant, this time, Fu Yan suddenly felt that a part of his body was pulled out, and his body was brought forward by this force.

And that person is the same, he ran two steps, slowed down suspiciously and looked back while running, but everyone was talking about their own affairs, no one caught him, he could only run away as if it was his own illusion up.

Fu Yan took a deep breath, unable to control his steps and followed the child.

That child was Fu Yan, the former Fu Yan.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and washed-out jeans. His tall, thin man was stuffed inside, making him look extremely thin.

Because of running, his breathing was a little short, and the hair on his forehead was slightly sweaty, but his cheeks were slightly red, which seemed to be something that put him in a good mood.

This was when he was 15 years old, maybe it was 16 years old, Fu Yan couldn't remember, he just followed closely behind him.

No one could see Fu Yan, he just walked through the streets and alleys so easily, and followed his young self to places he was getting more and more familiar with.

The small space between two adjacent houses was constructed of sundries and iron sheets. The ground was wet, and moss and weeds grew in the narrow gaps. Fu Yan fully understood the unfavorable environment. place.

Fu Yan is very familiar with the layout inside, the size of the space, and the people who live inside.

But he dared not go over.

Fu Yan just stood across the road, watching from a distance, watching the white figure disappear behind the door, for a moment, he tried to peep something through the opened gap, but failed.

The door is closed.

Fu Yan didn't speak, and he could only stare at the unmoving door, imagining the scene inside.

From time to time, people passed by his side, their eyes lingered there casually, and they said a few words of pity.

The mother with the child told her child how happy he was now, and used this to warn him to be obedient, otherwise he would become unwanted, living alone in the garbage dump; there were also kind-hearted old ladies sighing Twice, chanting two Buddhist names and walking away...

Fu Yan listened to the words of these contacts and kept silent.

Until that young self pushed open the door again and came out, carefully closed the door and left.

That's right, it's time for him to go to work. They were so poor that Fu Yan didn't dare to rest for a day, because he was afraid that his beloved younger brother would be hungry for a moment of self-willedness.

But Fu Yan still didn't move, he couldn't even take a step.

It wasn't until the sky was getting dark that Fu Yan took a step forward hesitantly.

Take the first step out, and the next step will be much easier.

He kept a straight face, but walked faster and faster.

The human body is not an obstacle for him, nor is the cold building, but when he really walked to the door, Fu Yan hesitated again.

It's just that the hesitation was only for a moment, he took a deep breath, and walked in resolutely.

The surroundings suddenly darkened, Fu Yan was a little nervous, he smelled the familiar damp smell again, he coughed uncontrollably, his nose was a little sore.

A desk lamp was placed on a box in the corner, and when the light was turned on, a large area of ​​white light printed a patch of red through the pink lampshade, and there was a child in the light.

He was lying on the bed with his back to Fu Yan, most of his body was wrapped in the quilt, and he was wearing a small white dress. He leaned on the bed with his elbows, and the hair that hadn't been taken care of for a long time had grown long and hung by his ears. , the light was dim so that his face could not be seen clearly.

There was an old picture book in front of him, and Fu Yan recognized what it was at a glance. It was the only thing Fu Yang had to pass the time.

Fu Yan didn't dare to move again.

He wanted to stretch out his hand, but he didn't dare to do so. His eyes just became more and more blurred, and even those rays of light could hardly be seen.

Fu Yan cried.

When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he couldn't count the number of times he thought about this scene, but this time it seemed that his wish had come true.

But at this time, he completely lost the courage to move again. He couldn't even see Fu Yang's face, so he couldn't control his body anymore.

Fu Yan squatted on the ground in embarrassment, covering his eyes in frustration, his tears and nose were out of his control, and there was only a low whimper in his throat.

Except for that period of time in his life, he probably never had a more embarrassing time than now.

He has entered the third world for more than ten years. He thought that he had opened up those painful memories in this chaotic world, but at this time he knew that he did not have this ability. lost.

The last game world was really what he imagined, and he didn't even have the desire to complete the level. For a moment, he even felt that just looking at Fu Yang and his younger brother was a good choice.

But when he calmed down, Gu Wensheng appeared in his chaotic mind again.

They agreed.

Fu Yan lowered his head and slowly calmed down his emotions. The mirror hasn't given the request yet, so he can wait.

When Fu Yan finally collected his mood and looked up, he was taken aback again.

At some point, Fu Yang turned to face him, staring at him with clear eyes.

It was as if he had already seen Fu Yan.

Fu Yan was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and at the same time, he was a little bit more secretly happy. He stared at Fu Yang, as if he wanted to completely engrave his appearance into his mind. Only he was quickly disappointed.

Fu Yang wasn't looking at him, he just stared at the ground behind him through Fu Yan in a daze.

"Yeah, how could he see me?" Fu Yan said mockingly.

But his eyes wandered greedily on Fu Yang's body, not daring to let go, as if he would disappear if he closed his eyes, Fu Yan's heart was tightly clenched, even his breathing slowed down.

Soon, Fu Yang, who was in a daze, turned around to look at the picture book he had read over and over again. His face was a little sickly flushed. Fu Yan stood by and looked at him, feeling more and more pain in his heart. .

He has always known how boring his younger brother's life is when he is out, but he feels that Yangyang is a good boy, and his health is not good, so he is suitable for staying on the bed. Knowing the time, only this time, Fu Yanbi is inevitable.

In the narrow and dark space, they didn't even have a single bright incandescent lamp. All the light sources came from the small desk lamp and the light beams faintly shining in from all sides. Standing here as an adult, Fu Yan felt depressing.

The picture book was placed in front of him, but Fu Yang didn't look into it at all. They were all patterns he was familiar with and couldn't be more familiar with. At this time, even if he was in a daze, it was more fun. Fu Yang changed his posture from time to time, and his gaze was in the room. He stays here and there, even the water droplets falling into the washbasin in the corner can make him look at it for a long time.

But Fu Yan's mind is full of all the things that Fu Yang told him how much he liked the picture book his brother found for him.

Fu Yang coughed again occasionally, covering his mouth with his limp little hand, the sound was muffled in his throat, and then he lowered his head and leaned on the bed to rest. He was used to this kind of life.

He is well-behaved and sensible, never loses his temper or complains, and talks about his precious brother who is "brother".

Fu Yang lay on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to fiddle with the sheet, saw it shaking slightly, Fu Yan heard him say: "Brother, come back soon."

The voice was very soft, it was the faintest prayer, and it was what Fu Yang couldn't help saying when he was extremely bored.

Fu Yan couldn't speak, and from time to time, he would burst into tears because of Fu Yang's small actions. No matter how small a thing was, it might involve his negative emotions.

In the end, he still couldn't resist reaching out to touch Fu Yang's cheek, but just as he imagined, he passed through with resistance.

Fu Yan's heart was half cold, he had lost his younger brother many years ago, this is an undoubted fact.

Afterwards, he no longer tried to get close to Fu Yang, he just stood in the corner, watching Fu Yang's every move, and engraved his appearance deeply in his mind again.

He watched as Fu Yang wrapped the quilt tightly when he heard the commotion outside, lowered his head and pretended to read a book seriously, and turned back with bright eyes when the young himself pushed open the door, mouth Li sweetly called his brother, and got up happily; he watched the young himself and his brother eating unnutritious steamed buns, and even a lollipop could cheer them up; he looked at the young man again Lying on the bed, holding Fu Yang in his arms and covering his face until his cheeks were flushed...

Fu Yan was a bystander, watching everything that had happened.

He will not be restricted by this game world, he still has to leave after all, but he hopes to stay here for a while, Fu Yan said to himself.

Until one day, he suddenly heard the voice of the mirror.

"Do you want to stay?"

Fu Yan didn't move, the mirror spoke again, with boundless bewitchment in his voice.

"You are the real Fu Yan."

Fu Yan held his breath, he knew what the mirror was talking about.