Glass man

It was a coast full of black and gray.

The surrounding area is full of blasted stone bricks, some are still connected, and some have been reduced to rubble rolling under their feet.A small piece of mottled brick wall stood upright tremblingly, but it was only supported for a while, and then it also fell into pieces and fell to the ground.

Cheng Jiang swayed again, and finally stood firm in the gravel without falling.

The coast stretches to the horizon, and beneath your feet is the crumbling wreckage of a seaside promenade.He stood there in a daze, not knowing how he got to such a strange place.

The gravel slid away underfoot.

He walked a few more steps, and finally reached a small piece of flat ground, and turned his head to look into the distance.And now he finally saw the first person with him here: a blue-eyed girl.She appeared like a ghost, dressed in rags, standing dazedly on the shore, staring in his direction.

"Joy?" She murmured, her voice was very small, as if she didn't dare to speak loudly.

Cheng Jiang didn't know if he was the Joey she was talking about.

He tried to walk towards her, but the girl's figure suddenly became blurred.It seemed that everything was fast-forwarded, and she immediately fell into the ashes and crawled forward on her knees.The girl dug down fiercely with her ten fingers, aimlessly, as if she didn't expect to find anything.

Cheng Jiang saw that her fingers were beginning to bleed.

She stopped, and seemed to see a small piece of unknown shape, crawled over without thinking, and picked it up.

Cheng Jiang only took one look at her, then turned his head suddenly, and vomited in the dusty weeds.She trembled a few times, couldn't vomit anymore, retched for a while, and then wiped her mouth with her sleeve carelessly, tears welled up.The little thing was thrown not far ahead, she picked it up, and threw it away reflexively.She picked it up as she crawled, and finally held it in her hand.

The girl knelt forward like crazy, continued to dig down, and found another small hard lump of charred black.This time she didn't vomit, but the tears suddenly flowed down uncontrollably.The object fell to the ground as if it was hot, and half of it was broken into pieces.

Cheng Jiang finally saw it: it was two broken bones.

She was burying it in the ground, and then finally there was nothing left but crying.After the observation just now, Cheng Jiang felt that she couldn't see him, just as she was just a phantom to him.But something in him really felt uncomfortable, driving him to take a step forward.

The shadow of the girl disappeared completely.

Cheng Jiang backed away again in confusion, and suddenly turned around as if aware of it.The shoreline remained in view, but the fragments disappeared with the girl.Instead, a masonry promenade rose from the ground, returning from gravel to its original appearance in an instant, revealing a dark hole.

He had nowhere to go but into the wall and down the dilapidated staircase.He knew nothing about the way ahead, but an inexplicable force drove him forward.

In the darkness, someone read a sentence calmly.

"The childish voice, J.C."

Cheng Jiang looked up in surprise.

Suddenly he was in a completely different place.The walls parted, and he was standing in what was probably the brightest patch of the old house.In the corners not covered by the drowsy pomelo-yellow halo, many small and fuzzy voices have already appeared in turn.

The sound spread out layer by layer in a chaotic manner, without a source, as if the house was full of whispering ghosts.

Only the voice of this chanting is smooth and clear over the rest of the voices.

The noise faded away.

Cheng Jiang continued to listen.It was not an adult's voice, it was flat and childish, obviously belonging to a little girl.

In the garden, you say. Come into the garden

(In the garden, you say. Come to the garden)

……

Let the bobbles fly.

(Let the bubbles fly)

"...in the garden?"

Cheng Jiang murmured and repeated in confusion.

The chanting voice was gradually disappearing, but at that moment he saw it.On the stairs shrouded in a halo, at some point, a little girl in a light beige nightgown sat down, and the daffodil-colored headband on the tip of her hair was shining brightly.

There is probably a small corridor behind the girl who is less than half the height of a person. The lights in the corridor are turned off, and it looks completely dark at this moment.Just like the wall just now.

Without a light source, her thin face was also hidden in the darkness, and her eyes were fixed in the direction of Cheng Jiang.

Suddenly it began to rain outside the window.The rain was falling quickly, and the sound of raindrops replaced the previous noise, laying a heavy dark color on the room.

Suddenly the girl stood up, stepped forward with one foot, and walked down a flight of stairs.

This step seemed to be very difficult, the shadow remained in place, and the body moved forward, as if another virtual shadow had been separated.The light behind the girl suddenly flickered like a short circuit, and the light was torn into strands, hitting her face overwhelmingly, like mottled tear stains.Disembodied tears flowed down her cheeks, down her neck and collarbone, and disappeared into her cotton-trimmed collar.

The house was dead silent.

Cheng Jiang felt chills all over his body, he could only hear his heart beating like crazy, and then he almost jumped up—something grabbed his side of the waist tightly, and almost pierced his side waist like iron claws, elicited a painful spasm.In his panic, he looked down, only to find that it was his twitching right hand.

Before he could look up again, there was a sudden sound of unlocking the lock behind him.

He couldn't help turning his head abruptly, just in time to see a young girl open the door and enter the house.The girl was tall, with thin lips and deep eye sockets with light blue eyes.She wore a small bar hairpin, and carried a canvas satchel in one hand and keys in the other.

Her dark hair was disheveled against her cheeks, and she was soaking wet.

While she did not seem at all surprised that he was in her house, she seemed to glance at him very quickly.The girl didn't stay at the door for too long, and didn't even try to shake off the water droplets on her body, so she hurried towards the stairs.

The rain on her body seemed to flow endlessly, leaving a wet shoe print with every step she took.More water trickled down her legs and quickly disappeared into the darkness with her steps.

The little girl just now had disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Jiang subconsciously followed the girl upstairs.

Behind the stairs is not actually a corridor, but only a door.Cheng Jiang tried to push, but found that the door was locked from the inside.He knocked hard a few more times, but the girl across the door suddenly laughed softly inside, with a strangely ethereal voice.

[Isn't it only September?I went out in the morning just in time for a rain that turned out to be another one in the afternoon.When it got dark, it was already so cold. 】

She speaks clearly, and the content is extremely written. It doesn't sound like a daily conversation, but rather like reciting something aloud.Following her tone was a man's murmur.

[Yes, this weather is indeed too cold for September. 】

The girl said lightly:

[I have walked a long way, and the bridge under my feet has been shaking.I have only one way to go, and it's not up to me to decide, so I can't turn back.But you've been watching me from behind, haven't you? 】

The man didn't seem to be talking to her, but talking to himself deliriously.

[I just came home from outside that day.Someone called me about half an hour ago.I don't remember what was said on the phone, maybe they fired me again. 】

The girl didn't answer his words either, and said to herself:

【do you know?You can keep me. 】

The man's tone is flat.

[I don't know when I became a callous person.slow.Plunge into a familiar yet strange gray world.Most of the time I can't feel anything and can't figure anything out.What are my feelings—my emotions—what are they?I look around at everything around me and I don't even know if it's real or not. 】

The girl's voice became sharp in vain.

[I don't know what's ahead, but you know!The way you pointed out to me, you also know how I will end up.do you know? 】

The man's voice continued to sink.

【It was a strange night.Every time I think back, the frames are disconnected from each other... I remember the wind howling through the roof rustling through the treetops, the dark house with only the kitchen light on, and a tall A tall, shadow-like girl.I was sleepwalking, surrounded by an indescribable feeling, like sadness and like fear.Every time I think about it, I can't sleep. 】

The girl's voice suddenly turned into a pleading:

[As long as you say a word, as long as you give me a hand, as long as you say you want me to stay - I can live. 】

The man's voice became lower and lower.

[But it's not just sad.That's...but we're all dead already. 】

The girl's mournful voice seemed to be floating in the air.

【As long as you say a word...】

So much for the two people's interrelated, dialogue-like exchanges that don't quite respond to each other.

Now Cheng Jiang heard it: the dialogue was like a stage dialogue.The content was familiar, and he even vaguely felt that they, even the nursery rhymes that appeared at the very beginning, were all from him.

him?

Why are you writing this?

It's just a drama dialogue, Cheng Jiang said to himself, but he felt uncontrollably a dull pain in his chest, and even accompanied by the faint music, he almost burst into tears.He was like a person lost in the forest, stumbling into a net hidden among the fallen leaves.When he was caught in the air, what he felt was not fear but confusion.He touched the threads that wove the net, and learned that the name of the net was Guilty.

Cheng Jiang rubbed his fingers softly on the door, and suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was wet.

He lowered his head, only to be horrified to find dark water flowing from the crack in the door.The colorless marks climbed up along the corners of his clothes, penetrated into his clothes and skin, licking|licking him, gnawing at him, and torturing him.

Open the door.

He heard a deafening knock on the door and tried to speak, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat.

Open the door!

Cynthia?

It's still raining.Cheng Jiang arched his body in pain, slowly turned his face away, and slid down.He was the only breathing person left in the empty house, and the windows downstairs seemed to be enlarged and approaching, and he could even see the scene outside the window blurred by raindrops, like a film covering the outside world.

The dim light of the street lamps condensed into shining spots of light, like small round moons.moon……

Cheng Jiang suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly fell from fantasy to reality. He couldn't tell where he was for a moment, but was dazzled by a glowing yellow light cluster that exploded in front of him. It took him a long time to distinguish the halo from the street lamp outside the front window of the car.He sat exhausted in his seat, barely maintaining his sitting position with a seat belt.There is a faint smell of leather in the air, and there is the sound of rain outside.He was heavy on his knees.

Cheng Jiang put down his hand that blocked his eyes, and his dilated pupils slowly converged.

He looked straight ahead and landed on the side of the figure in the driver's seat.The man sat in the stationary car without saying a word, looking out the window, wondering how long he had been waiting.

"Shen..."

Cheng Jiang opened his mouth apologetically, but his throat was dry and his voice was blunt and hoarse.The man in front moved his body and turned his face slowly.There was no light in the car, and the man's face seemed to be cast with a shadow.The shadows moved slightly, and then arranged and combined to form a gentle and distant smile.

"Are you awake?" the man said, the corners of his mouth curled up in a friendly manner. "We're here."

☆、chapter2

Shen Jiqing.

This is the man's name, Cheng Jiang remembered.

He opened his mouth, paused for a second or two, but didn't say anything.Shen Jiqing had already pulled out an umbrella from the co-pilot, pushed the door and got out of the car.

Cheng Jiang woke up like a dream, and took off his seat belt, freeing one hand to push the car door.

In his other hand he held tightly a small soft mass, a baby girl.The movement was a beat slower, and the door was opened from the outside first.

Shen Jiqing stood by the car door and extended her hand to him politely.

Cheng Jiang raised his head.

He was young, but he had a pair of eyes of the dead.It’s not that his demeanor is so gloomy, but he does lack vigor and looks timid—when he looks at people, he looks like a pale undead, with his lips moving, as if begging to ask if he can be accepted back to the world .

"Thank you." Cheng Jiang said softly.

He didn't feel the overwhelming coldness until he got out of the car, and he couldn't help clasping the girl in his arms tightly to his chest, and turned around slowly.The garage was very narrow, and Shen Jiqing's blue and black car was just in place, and a light blue painted bicycle was parked in the corner.There was a rain curtain hanging outside the open garage door, Cheng Jiang was looking there in a daze, Shen Jiqing had already opened the trunk, he hurried forward to help bring out the luggage.

"Let's go." Shen Jiqing smiled, "It's not convenient for you to hold, I'll carry it for you."

Before Cheng Jiang could refuse, the man pulled up the handle of the old box and opened a black umbrella with the other hand.When they walked into the rain, Cheng Jiang turned his head and watched the garage door being closed by remote control.

The umbrella was not big, so in order to avoid the rain, he subconsciously moved it to the side.A closed space seemed to be formed under the black umbrella. Cheng Jiang was suffocating in his chest, and quietly glanced at the man next to him.Tall, but extremely thin, it seems that only a handful of bones support the whole person.Dark hair and eyebrows, thin cheeks, so that the cheekbones appear to be prominent, with a bit of weird pleasing to the eye.

It was his future landlord, the son of his mother's new husband, a kind stranger.Both sides are in the fog and know nothing about each other.

Cheng Jiang was peeking here, Shen Jiqing seemed to have a feeling, and asked casually as he walked:

"Where did you come from? Dublin?"

"Cold Bay."

"Is that America?" Shen Jiqing thought for a moment, "Cold Bay"

"No. Cold Bay is a separate country, the Democracy Republic of Levory. It's a very isolated place. Except for the border, it can't communicate electronically with the outside. It's normal if you haven't heard of it."

"Really." Shen Jiqing looked down and asked another question, "How old is the little girl?"

"Five and a half months."

"A relative's child?"

Cheng Jiang paused, "My own daughter."

"Ah." The other party was slightly surprised for a moment, "Then you...you look very young. I thought you were several years younger than me."

"I look young?"

"At most 22, right? This is for Dali. You look like a high school student."

Cheng Jiang was silent for a moment, "I just turned 21 last month."

Shen Jiqing's expression became even more strange.

"21 years old.... How young, I'm almost thirty." He curled his mouth and pulled away from the embarrassing scene lightly, "I didn't recognize you at the airport, sorry. Have you been waiting for a long time? "

Although Cheng Jiang has only been with him for a short while, he has already understood his habits: this man is almost always smiling.He himself couldn't tell the hypocrisy, but he was grateful anyway, and quickly replied:

"It's not your fault, we're late. And you—you don't know what I look like."

Shen Jiqing smiled.

"How do you know that Aunt Cheng didn't send me a photo?"

He called his father's wife "Aunt Cheng".Cheng Jiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least it meant that he didn't need to call Shen Jiqing's father "Dad".

"Because she doesn't have a picture of me." Cheng Jiang pursed her lips, "I don't have any distinctive features about my appearance. After so many years, she may not remember it."

When he speaks, all his attention is on planning grammar, because Lengwan speaks English, and he has never spoken Chinese to outsiders with such a long sentence.After Shen Jiqing listened, she didn't ask how the mother and son who have been living together for 18 years can't even have each other's photos, but said kindly:

"You look a lot like Aunt Cheng."

"Is that right?"

"If you look closely, it looks like it was carved out of a mold. Come on, be careful of the steps."

They crossed a dark path and stopped before yet another set of streetlights.Cheng Jiang raised his head and looked at the duplex building in front of him.He took the umbrella and luggage, watched Shen Jiqing take the key to open the door, and fumbled to turn on the light.

"come in."

Shen Jiqing arranged a bedroom for Cheng Jiang on the first floor, so he simply showed him around the decoration of the facilities on the first floor, allowing him to use it when needed.In front of the entrance is the opposite bedroom and bathroom, and behind it is the living room connected to the open kitchen.There is a piano covered in black velvet by the window in the living room. Two rows of keychains are crookedly pinned to the velvet cloth. At first glance, it looks like small souvenirs bought from various countries.A staircase stretched sideways from the living room leading to the second floor with the lights off.There is also a small storage room located behind the stairs.

Shen Jiqing said:

"Aren't you tired from the hours of flight from Dublin? Or take an early shower and go to bed, just in time for the new year. Ah - the new year will be in two hours. Happy new year!"

Cheng Jiang looked up at the wall clock, yawned involuntarily, and rubbed the water from his eyes.He said sincerely:

"Thank you and happy new year to you too."

Shen Jiqing also left soon.

After he went up to the second floor, Cheng Jiang really felt what it was like to be in an "empty house".The bathroom was large, and minus the sink, washing machine, toilet, a small basin presumably for washing mops, and a white chest of drawers, there was quite ample space under the shower head.As he poured water into the sink to wash his hands, he felt that the walls, with their blue and white mosaic tiles, echoed.

The girl was already awake, sitting on the chest of drawers, making strange baby sounds and shaking her hands.She opened her eyes, and the eyeballs inside turned out to be light blue.

Cheng Jiang washed his hands and whispered:

"Cynthia."

She couldn't speak yet, and just looked at him without blinking.

Cheng Jiang hesitated to speak.The corner of his mouth was smiling, but his ten fingers pressed the corner of the curved mouth hard, and his shoulders trembled violently.He put down his hands, propped his thin wrists on the edge of the pool, and stared at himself in the mirror.No matter how you look at it, he looks like a helpless child, not like a father at all.The young man in the mirror opened his fragile and frightened eyes, as if in a dream, and returned to the boat that left Cold Bay.

He was groggy.

Cold Bay is extremely eccentric country.All residents still hold the nationality of their own country, and babies born there also apply for "temporary passports", which are stateless people if they are left outside.No matter where you come from, as long as you enter Cold Bay, you are unconditionally accepted as a part of it.But it is also extremely closed, and the opposite of its relaxed acceptance is extremely strict and cumbersome exit procedures.

Because once anyone leaves Cold Bay, they can never go back.

There was no airport in Cold Bay, so they first took a boat to neighboring Ireland.The sound of the boat was huge, and they slowly sailed away from the familiar coastline with a boat of lost passengers.The seat was far away from the window, and when the boat started, Cheng Jiang could only feel the fishy wind blowing across his face, but he couldn't see where they were heading.

Maybe it's not just him, everyone is thinking: what's it like outside?

The seat seemed to be tilted forward, then swung back, and the air was warm and smelly.

It was already dark, there were no lights on the boat, and everyone was drowsy.After bumping for a while, there was a long, ear-piercing sound, and the feet stabilized.People around stood up one after another, and the flow of people pushed Cheng Jiang away for a while in an unknown direction, and it turned out that he had arrived.He didn't dare to squeeze with others to pick up his luggage, so he had to wait until the back.Someone handed him a small piece of paper, and he walked flickeringly into a blindingly bright passageway, got into another car with no windows, and was put down in an open space.

He had no idea of ​​the way to go next, so he could only blindly follow the other people who got out of the car with him.He seemed to have been walking like this all his life. After walking a few steps, his eyes suddenly closed again, because the front was too bright.

Cheng Jiang found himself standing in a huge bright hall as if in a dream.

He stood in a daze, and it took him a while to realize that he was in Dublin Airport, so he walked quickly, stopping to take a closer look at every sign he passed.After several times of questioning and checking with the flow of people, he finally arrived at the departure hall.

Dublin's airport is completely different from any place in Cold Bay. Cheng Jiang couldn't imagine what it would be like outside the airport—he was so nervous just now that he didn't have the energy to look around.

Then board the plane.

They have never been on a plane.As soon as they took off, Cynthia cried uncharacteristically, her voice was so high that it was almost harsh.The crying of the baby was extremely abrupt in the cabin, and everyone looked over to see why the baby was crying so badly.In the end, an experienced flight attendant solved the problem.

The windows were all closed, and it was impossible to tell whether the sky was black or white.Cheng Jiang sleeps very lightly, and is always awakened by some movement of a passenger on the plane between half-dream and half-awake, and then falls back to sleep.

It was getting dark, and it seemed like he had spent another half of his life on the plane.

After being woken up by the lights for the last time, the captain finally announced that he had arrived at the destination and the plane began to prepare for landing.The passenger next to him opened the window, so Cheng Jiang also turned his head to look out the window, waiting quietly.It was still dark, but looking down from a distance, there were bright lights in the darkness.The golden and red lights merged into countless wells and scattered to places beyond his sight, and the surroundings were full of brilliance, with dots of white light circles all over the place.

We finally came out, Cheng Jiang looked at the mirror and thought.It is dead or alive, and it will never go back.

His birthplace, Cynthia's burial place.

Witnessed the misfortune of his life, Cold Bay.

The author has something to say: Yes, Shou has children.

The little girl is an indispensable character.

☆、chapter3

Cheng Jiang's brief vulnerability lasted only 5 minutes.

He swiped the water over his face again, feeling refreshed, and then turned to look at Cynthia.A car-tired baby should be washed to avoid getting sick more than himself.He walked around the bathroom, but found nothing, so he reluctantly poked his head out to ask Shen Jiqing for help.

Cheng Jiang picked up the girl, walked into the dim living room, and tentatively looked around to the second floor.When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he took a deep breath and counted to ten in his heart.

Count again.

While chanting silently in his heart, he tried to distinguish the figure from the dark stairway, and counted more than 100 back and forth.

One last time.

This time he had just counted to 9 when he was discovered somehow.Just hear the voice from above:

"what happened?"

"I want to borrow something." Cheng Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, "May I ask if you have some plastic basins that you don't use often at home, can you lend me some?"

"Plastic basin?"

"Ah."

"I'll take a look for you."

Shen Jiqing's voice disappeared.

After a while, a dark shadow came down the stairs and handed the cold plastic handle to Cheng Jiang.He murmured his thanks and quickly returned to the warm room with hot water.Cheng Jiang adjusted the hottest water, but it felt a little hot after putting it in, so he had to put it aside to dry.

He wrung the small towel that Cynthia was using with warm water, and wiped her face and ears first.He tried the water temperature in the test basin again.

"Do you remember Maria?" Cheng Jiang said suddenly, "Maria Carney?"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes.He took off her clothes and put her in the water.

"Our landlady. Remember her? We lived in her house for three years since you were in second grade. She didn't like you very much, and she didn't like me too much, but it was all because of her giving us money. Otherwise I There is no cure for her lung disease, and I don’t know when I died.”

He spread baby bath soap all over her body, reckoning that if he used sparingly, this little dab would last two or three times.

"She said that the right is a donation, and there is no need to pay back the money, but what should be paid back must be paid back. The price is very high, isn't it? Maria is actually very kind, but she firmly believes that people like us are used for charity. So she is very grateful The higher we are, the worse our attitude is, the better I feel. Otherwise..."

Cynthia moved around in the water, scratching at his sweater, making it wet everywhere, and he let her grab it, and concentrated on rinsing it off for her.Cynthia was always grabbing something in the shower.

"It's like this again now." Cheng Jiang's voice was very low, trembling slightly, "This time it was Shen Jiqing who took us in. He was very nice, but he had no obligation to take us in, you know? I'm still a little..."

He didn't say what he was thinking, but kept silent.

Then came the sound of quiet water.

When everything was over, he quickly wrapped Cynthia in a baby towel and wiped her body.Next he puts on skin oil, puts on a diaper, and puts on clean clothes.Finally, he carried her to the kitchen and prepared to give her some warm water to drink.There was already a figure standing next to the induction cooker, Cheng Jiang blinked his eyes, and it took him a long time to make sure that he was not hallucinating because of sleepiness, and Shen Jiqing was indeed standing there.

He didn't know what to say, so he could only wait quietly.

Footsteps came from behind, Shen Jiqing turned her head and saw Cheng Jiang's face under the light.

Cheng Jiang's mother—his father's third wife—has a hair-raising beauty, and it seems that she has suffered because of this beauty, and will use it to gain sweetness for herself That kind of woman.Cheng Jiang inherited seven or eight of her facial features, but the exciting parts of her body turned around to him, shrouded in an unknown layer of mist.Still pretty, but completely harmless.

Facing such a face, anyone should feel a little pity in his heart.Shen Jiqing asked warmly:

"Want to drink water?"

Cheng Jiang nodded.

Shen Jiqing turned her back and poured water into two sterilized cups respectively.Cheng Jiang whispered to himself behind him:

"I should have used boiling water to make some milk powder for her, but it took too long to dry."

"I'll boil some more water." Shen Jiqing said softly, "You guys drink this first."

Cheng Jiang nodded to him again.That's when he noticed that the color of the baby's clothes had changed, but the adult was still wearing the same clothes from the airport.The child's blue eyes were open, neither crying nor smiling, with the strange seriousness of a baby, and seemed to be scrutinizing him.

Shen Jiqing looked at her.

At the same time, Cheng Jiang began to hold her in one hand and wash the bottle with difficulty, while the latter grabbed his collar obediently and silently, watching him drain the water from the bottle and put it on the window sill in front of the kitchen sink. in a row.Shen Jiqing asked:

"What is your name?"

"It's called Cheng Yue," Cheng Jiang replied after being taken aback for a moment, "the moon is added next to the word Wang. Her nickname is Cynthia."

"What's the nickname?"

"Cynthia." He said slowly, "Cynthia."

"A rare name."

Their conversation stopped for a while, but then resumed, because Cheng Jiang's fingernails pinched the corner of the baby's clothes deeply, and began to stumble and explain himself.

"Cynthia means moon, too."

Shen Jiqing raised his eyebrows to show that he was listening, so Cheng Jiang continued:

"When I was young, my mother used to sing a song called 'I Ask the Moon'. It was neither English nor Chinese, she heard it on the plane. She only understood the translated name and thought the song The tune of the song is very nice, and it is also very suitable for coaxing children. I like it very much and think it is a very happy song, so I also named my daughter Moon."

"It's a song I often sing. Good name."

"Thank you."

Cynthia seemed wide awake and refused to go back to sleep.Cheng Jiang looked at her in distress, then turned to ask:

"Aren't you going to sleep? It's hard work picking us up today."

Shen Jiqing faced him sideways, the expression on his face was very unclear under the dim light, as if he had no facial features.After a long time he turned around again, smiled and said:

"It's okay, I sometimes suffer from insomnia."

Cheng Jiang also smiled, a cautious smile.

"Thank you," he said again, and he said thank you all night.The light in the living room was very soft, shining on Cheng Jiang's father and daughter, Shen Jiqing suddenly felt a strange and strange atmosphere, as if the living room itself had become another world he had never seen before.It was this atmosphere that made him stay uncharacteristically and continue to listen to Cheng Jiang's speech.He is probably the kind of person who doesn't speak often, and the sentences are very obscure when they are connected together, and he stutters a bit.

Shen Jiqing was a little drowsy at first, but when he concentrated again, Cheng Jiang was silent again.He thought about the short conversation between the two before, and said casually:

"You said before, where did you come from?"

"Cold Bay."

This time he wrote down the name and prepared to look it up when he had time. "You don't speak Chinese in Lengwan, right? I heard that your Chinese doesn't look like your mother tongue."

"Can you even hear this?" Cheng Jiang looked surprised.

Shen Jiqing smiled.

"You can hear that, we locals don't usually speak like that. What's Cold Bay like? Is it very different from Central City?"

Cheng Jiang smiled again, "I don't know what Central City is like yet."

After uttering the last word, the smile on his face began to shrink and disappear slowly, and his eyes became slightly loose.Shen Jiqing stared at him, and saw that Cheng Jiang's eyes seemed to penetrate the wall, his mouth was half-open, and only the side teeth touched slightly.Then he lowered his head, bit his lip, and took a slow breath.

He said with his eyes looking straight out of the window:

"Is it Cold Bay? It's a very peaceful, peaceful, and tolerant place. As long as you pretend that you are living a very good life, you will almost really think that you have nothing to worry about. Even if misfortune really happens, you will... No." He seemed to see a little confusion flashing across Shen Jiqing's face, and then suddenly changed his words: "I didn't mean that I have anything sad."

Shen Jiqing smiled, hearing that he didn't want to talk more, and asked:

"What about the unfinished words?"

"Ok?"

"Even..." he reminded him.

Cheng Jiang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized. "Here. Cold Bay has some folklore of its own. Reboot culture, or witch culture. You haven't heard of it, I suppose?"

Shen Jiqing looked at him with a well-placed question.

"The restart culture comes from the legend of witches in the unofficial history of Lengwan." Cheng Jiang said in a natural tone, "The 'Famine Revolution' that occurred in the 16th century completely changed the pattern of Lengwan, but because some things happened during the revolution...historical researchers cannot The content of the explanation, so there is a saying that the success of the revolution cannot be separated from the 'witch'."

"It's the first time I've heard that witches and politics are connected."

"It's strange, isn't it?" Cheng Jiang's eyes drooped. "It's not a group of witches, but a woman alone. It is said that she was persecuted in the process of fleeing famine, but she gave up revenge for the revolution, and even chose to fight for the revolution." She died during the revolution. But before she died, the witch thought of her misfortune in her life, and she was unwilling to reconcile, so she cast the last witchcraft, the content is..."

He is not as tall as Shen Jiqing, to look into his eyes he can only look up.He said word by word in a sleepy tone:

"I, will, re, be born."

Cheng Jiang's tone of speech was very blunt, with a bit of weird seriousness.

"The so-called restarting culture means that you also believe that you can be reborn?"

"Almost." Cheng Jiang's voice slowly floated up, "The origin of the Famine Revolution is in the S area of ​​Lengwan, where there is a relic, which is generally called the New Wall by the locals. It is the only relic of the witch in the rumors, and it is the one that has been restarted. Supporters generally believe that part of her will is preserved. Although no one is sure whether this person really existed, they believe that the legendary witch is endless, and as long as she can see through the ruins