Glass man

Opening the gate of the courtyard, I felt the scorching sun shining on my face.The hospital period has passed, and now I have to go home.He had never been to a hospital before, so he could only stand at the entrance of the hospital to study the electronic map on his mobile phone, but he got on the wrong car and turned back. He was tossing on the road until three o'clock in the afternoon before finally returning.

The newly bought soy sauce and salt were soon returned to everyone, and he realized that he was so hungry that he seemed to be able to eat a cow.Fortunately, Shen Jiqing left him a bowl of rice and put it on a plate.He opened it and almost thought he saw fried rice with eggs.

"Well, I didn't expect tofu to be so hard to pinch." Shen Jiqing was rarely embarrassed, "I was a little anxious when I turned it over, but I touched it one by one, and it happened to be used for bibimbap."

Although the tofu was all broken into slag, but fortunately there was no paste, and it could barely be eaten.Cheng Jiang looked around while picking up the rice, "Is she taking a nap? It's already this time, and it's time to wake up."

"I'll go upstairs and take a look for you."

After a while, there was a commotion upstairs, followed by Shen Jiqing's voice with some headaches:

"Slow down, my girl, don't slip and fall. Okay, let you go by yourself, your dad is eating downstairs, so you can't run away. Slow down... Cheng Yue!"

In a hurry, Cheng Jiang dropped one of the chopsticks on the table and landed on the floor, making a crisp sound.

A black shadow flew from the stairwell and swooped down on the ground, like a huge gray bird.

☆、chapter40

"Am I going to die?" Cynthia asked sobbingly when being carried into the car by Cheng Jiang.

"Shh, don't think about it." Cheng Jiang said softly, "It will be fine in the hospital."

Cynthia hugged the teddy bear that Shen Jiqing took down for her to appease her, and continued to whimper and turned her head back.Half of the bear's head was spattered with blood, its dull glass eyes were wide open in panic, and the short down on its body was sticky and dried into brown hard lumps.

While coaxing the girl, Cheng Jiang glanced sideways. Shen Jiqing was concentrating on driving the car out of the community, only the corners of her mouth drooped a little.

"Ji Qing?"

"what?"

Cheng Jiang wanted to say, don't blame yourself too much.But this has been said several times at home, to no avail.After thinking about it again, after saying a few words, I suddenly found that there was no sound coming out.The wrapped wound began to bleed again, slowly dripping down, but when touched with cotton, there was nothing.He didn't dare to look at the glass, because there was a blurry reflection of the figure, and he was afraid that Cynthia there would have eye sockets instead of eyes.

He simply closed his eyes.

Cynthia was running too fast and tripped herself when she was three or four levels off the ground, but this time there was no one following her.Shen Jiqing followed behind, only had time to pull her, but didn't hold her back, but slowed down the impact a little.The girl threw herself down, and by the time Cheng Jiang pushed away the plate and ran to the stairs, she had already fallen face down on the ground, not even crying for a while.

Her forehead just hit the steps, and she didn't remember to cry until Cheng Jiang helped her up.Blood gushed out from the wound, and Cheng Jiang subconsciously covered it, but he didn't dare to touch the wound after stretching out his hand. In a panic, he was stained with blood, like a murder scene.

Shen Jiqing had already run down, and upon seeing this scene, she ran back upstairs to get the medicine box without making a sound, ran in as she passed her room, grabbed a doll from her bed, and stuffed it in her hand.The two of them squatted on the stairs, using the sunlight leaking in from the living room to urgently disinfect her wound with hydrogen peroxide, and it took a long time to stop the bleeding.

Cheng Jiang's hands were shaking, so he was responsible for holding the child and asked Shen Jiqing to apply the potion on her.A cotton swab was applied with hydrogen peroxide, and white foam appeared on the wound, which was wiped off with a clean cotton swab, and another layer was applied until there was no white foam.Cynthia cried loudly at first, but in the end there was only the sound of crying, and the tears were gone.Cheng Jiang patted her on the back with one free hand, but he didn't dare to look at her, so he could only look down at the medicine box.Shen Jiqing's medicine box was small, and it was packed full of things. Apart from the scattered cotton swab bags, there was also a small box of cold and heat granules, a tube of Jingwanhong, and a box of half-opened medicines on the top. Placed vertically, the characters are half covered, only "Sinuosi Tartaric Acid" can be seen.

Punicic acid?Cheng Jiang didn't have the energy to think about it, and the small words quickly passed his mind.

After the disinfection, Shen Jiqing hurried out to drive, while Cheng Jiang began to wipe the blood all over Cynthia's face.His hands didn't work well, and it took him a long time to wipe her face clean, leaving only the circle around the wound untouched.He quickly washed the blood off his hands.

"It's dirty," Cynthia said, sobbing.

Cheng Jiang looked up and saw that Shen Jiqing had already driven the car under the window.There is no underground parking lot in the community they live in, and they only park in a space inside the community, which is very convenient to drive out.He quickly picked her up and went out.

"It's okay, you can wash it when you come back."

When Cheng Jiang opened his eyes, he was still thinking about where their car was going, but when he closed his eyes, he was only thinking wildly.Cat's daughter is dead, he thought, but Cat was kept in the dark.He didn't know his daughter was dead yet.Cynthia turned her head, her face shone in the bright light.He saw Cynthia's blood flow down from her forehead, past her eyes, and even flow directly down her chin into the collar of her clothes.He saw that the sockets of Cynthia's eyes were black and empty.

The scene seemed familiar to him.

Where else have you seen it?A little girl in a white dress stood on the stairs, with blood and tears streaming down her eye sockets.Father?She said that suddenly her shadow was elongated, standing there tall, and her figure became a grown-up girl.

Father?

Cheng Jiang thought: Old Man Mao's daughter is dead.Where is my daughter?

Sixteen-year-old Cynthia's face was blurry, and all he could see clearly was her pair of blue eyes, as clear as the clearest window panes.But the glass is one-sided, and he couldn't see through it no matter what.

Cynthia said, "It's all for nothing. What's the point of doing it all over again?"

Cheng Jiang raised his head, and he felt cold sweat running down his neck.

The staff at the household registration office looked at him.

"You want to take our household registration, what's the point?"

"Yes." He said firmly.

Words left him, along with language.He's the "person" who's lost the human bond he built, and he can't defend himself.He heard his pale debate, and the distorted words in his dream condensed into characters.He was explaining word by word, about why he wanted to leave Cold Bay, about why he must leave Cold Bay.He already faintly felt that this was a nightmare.

"Don't you know?" The staff looked at him in surprise, and his face began to exaggerate and deform, "Isn't this also Lengwan?"

"I took a boat, and I took a plane..." He murmured.

"But your school didn't teach you that Lengwan is round?" The other party made an exaggerated gesture, "Lengwan is everywhere. No matter where you start or which direction you go, you have to come back to Lengwan. !"

He stood up abruptly.He can't stay here, he has to go.There was a cool touch on the wrist, as if a hand was weakly trying to hold him, and then fell off with his movements.

Cynthia said from behind: "Help me. Take a look at me, save me..."

He turned around and looked at her in horror.Because a white light suddenly lit up behind her, illuminating the seemingly endless railroad tracks behind her, but completely darkened her face, leaving only a dark silhouette.He saw the roaring locomotive approaching from a distance, she stretched out her arms, stood motionless in the middle of the railroad tracks, and was shattered into pieces by the loud crash.He felt himself falling forward, and the train in front of him gradually disappeared, leaving only devastation.

Someone said in my ear, "We are here. Cheng Jiang?"

Cheng Jiang suddenly woke up.Due to inertia, his body almost hit the front glass of the car, but fortunately, he was pulled back by the seat belt.They quickly got out of the car on both sides of the car, and the hat on Cynthia's head fell crookedly on the way. As soon as he closed the car door, he went to straighten her up, but after several times of support, it was still crooked.

Cynthia stopped crying at this time, and let him tidy up her head with one hand, and suddenly said:

"dad."

"what happened?"

"I want to go home."

"what?"

"I don't hurt anymore."

Shen Jiqing had already turned around from the side of the driver's seat, and said:

"Good girl, let the doctor take a look, otherwise the scars will not be beautiful, ah."

When he was speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Cheng Jiang's wrist that had just hung down, and his five fingers were tightened tightly.Cheng Jiang let him pull, and followed him through the small gap between the private car parking spaces, and ran into the hall on the first floor of the hospital under the dazzling white afternoon sun.Shen Jiqing ran faster and faster, until Cheng Jiang felt that he could hardly keep up with him. When they hung up the emergency number and took the elevator to the fourth floor where the trauma was treated, Cheng Jiang realized that the position of the two hands had changed to his own. Shen Jiqing's hand was holding Shen Jiqing's. The thumb, ring finger and little finger formed a ring around the opponent's wrist, the middle finger rubbed against the back of the opponent's hand, and the index finger was in the palm of the opponent's palm.

He turned his head to see the reflection on the elevator's silver wall.The shadows of the three of them are vaguely connected together, as if they will never be separated from each other.

Cynthia had a triangular dent on her forehead, and the wound needed stitches and a tetanus shot.As soon as she saw the needle, she became frightened again, and kept saying that she had no pain and wanted to go home. In the end, Shen Jiqing used a small cake from the pastry shop downstairs in the hospital as a temptation to stabilize her.

"Do you want blueberries or peaches?"

"Yellow peach." Cynthia said, she likes the cheese-based cake topped with fresh fruit, it's so small that adults can eat it in one bite.Shen Jiqing brought back a box of four, all blueberries, because the yellow peaches were sold out.Cheng Jiang hugged her and asked Shen Jiqing to feed her one with a disposable plastic fork first, and then promised her to give her the second after the injection, and she was happy again.

It's easy for a child to cheer up again.

Considering that Cheng Jiang didn't have time to eat lunch, Shen Jiqing brought him another piece of meat floss bread and watched him eat it in small bites.When he finished eating the bread, it was Cynthia's turn to go in for stitches. Because of the medicine, the process really didn't hurt too much for Cynthia.

She only cried very quietly for a while during the injection, but then forgot as soon as she ate the small cake.

It was almost six o'clock after returning home from the hospital.Cynthia was injured, so she drank some porridge for dinner, and went to bed in the early seven o'clock, leaving two adults sitting in the living room.As soon as she left, Cheng Jiang immediately felt that the surrounding area was empty and dark, and his heart kept sinking.There was no little girl constantly demanding his attention to distract him, and even with his eyes open he felt pale pink blood dripping down the whitewashed wall in front of him.

The cat old man's daughter died.

Just this sentence, he began to think over and over again when he heard it at noon, only occasionally when his mind was on other things would he temporarily forget it.But most of the time, this sentence circulated in his mind over and over again, and it was difficult to expel it.The cat old man's daughter died.He pressed his wrist and felt the beating frequency of his pulse, as if it had been tuned to the fastest metronome.He forced himself to breathe hard.The cat old man's daughter died.

Old Cat was about the same age as himself on the other side of the new wall.A vague memory of life, both past and future.The past connects with the present, and the present connects with the future. If Cynthia grows up normally...

He remembered what the old man said when he was standing in the yard: "I have been carrying her by myself since I was 26, and I carry her everywhere..."

And: "Her favorite cat... I managed to protect it."

The cat old man was wearing an old-fashioned Chinese shirt, and his bony shoulders were trembling.He vaguely saw his own shadow on him.All are unhappy, he knows.No one is blessed with all pain, and he knows it.

And the scariest thing is not this.

The most frightening thing is that he still doesn't know why she has come to a dead end.He even thought about whether it was instigated by others, but he thought it was impossible.Ignorance is the scariest thing... He has no other place to blame, and the final source can only go back to himself.But what was it that broke her down?Those false and real memories with S going to the coast as the background came back.

"I used to have a lot of unrealistic thoughts." She said, "When I was young, I would tell myself that you had difficulties, and I imagined..."

"Did you love me the moment I was born?"

"I don't believe you now. When you say you're going to start over, do you just turn over the page?"

"It was you who didn't want me first."

"I won't go with you."

Help me, said Cynthia.help you with what?

I hate him for not coming.

Cheng Jiang often imagined that he ran back that day, ran up the stairs, and asked her what she was thinking.It wouldn't hurt him to ask, but maybe she'd survive.Live past the age of 16 and never repeat her fate in another time and space.But she could also die at 17, 20, 30.Everyone is mortal.Car accidents, drowning, sudden illness, murder, anything is possible.

Are there still few dead people in this world?

He felt Shen Jiqing put down the computer, slowly moved to his side, and lightly touched his back with the back of his hand.

"Are you ok?"

For a moment, Cheng Jiang felt that Shen Jiqing had turned on a switch.He wanted to say everything, but all the words rushed into his throat, only one sentence could come out first, and more could only be suppressed behind, and he couldn't say anything.His hand was desperately clutching the sofa under him, but was grabbed by the other hand and smoothed.Cynthia was long dead.He killed his daughter.

"Jiqing," he whispered, "do you know? Mr. Mao Yi's daughter died. She was 28 years old and died in the delivery room. He didn't know, I... I don't know if he knew. But she never will Come again."

☆、chapter41

Shen Jiqing didn't ask him why he cared so much about the old man's daughter, nor did he question other manifestations of his overreaction.He just sat on the other end of the couch watching him and listening to him.When he has nothing to say, come over and smooth out the wrinkles on the sofa and pat him on the back.

"Go to sleep. At night, people tend to think too much, too far, too complicated, and frighten themselves instead..."

Cheng Jiang left obediently.

However, the long-lost insomnia that night came and went, wrapping him tightly like a net.He looked out through the grid, and on the window sill was the heavy moonlight gathered into dark light clusters, which seemed to be torn into pieces under the influence of the grid.

His thoughts began to swell and swell like a sponge under the moonlight, but they happened to be caught by the net covering his body, and then pressed back into his body, forcing him to think.I can't stop thinking about it.

What exactly is the new wall?

What about Cold Bay?

Cold Bay is round.The absurd words in the dream suddenly became reasonable and realistic.Walking out of the new wall, he couldn't get out of Cold Bay—the new wall was like a medicine, swallowed into his throat with water, giving him hope to change his life, but he made no secret of its side effects.The medicine without instructions has almost cut off most of his memories of before taking the medicine, leaving only some of the most stinging fragments.

He no longer remembers what job he did every day, who he knew, and where the house he lived in was located.

He even began to feel that Lengwan is a place that is even more unreasonable than he used to think: in today's rapidly developing society, how could such a backward, ignorant, and stagnant utopian daydream possibly live in a corner for nearly a century? Woolen cloth?

Cheng Jiang heard that there are many quick-acting medicines that can relieve physical pain, but cause confusion in the mind.He felt that the new wall was such a medicine.This kind of medicine can only relieve the pain of the body, but when the effect of the medicine wears off, only reality and confusion remain, and the pain is even worse.

Cold Bay Hospital had written him a list.

Another one, a third one.

He stacked the three sheets, folded them, and flushed them down the drain along with the blood he coughed up.The doctor said his lung disease might be contagious, so he wouldn't let her touch his stuff.

Cynthia?

Maybe one day, he wakes up from his dream and finds that she is gone.She lived until the age of 16, and died of his cause on the day when she should have committed suicide with drugs: a bicycle accident, an accident of falling down the stairs... while he was immersed in the false happiness that he thought he had changed the past.After the effect of the medicine passed, he found that the essence of everything had not changed.Today was a warning: the stairs were there, and she could trip over the top step without a single person around to pull her.She broke her own neck and died as quietly as on the other side of the new wall.

Otherwise, there are tens of thousands of suffering people in the world, why should he, a character who is no longer considered a "human" after living to the end, have a chance to make up for it?All people are equal, have the same fate, and the same self-deception.

She was asking with a half-smile: You said you were going to start over, did you just turn over the page?

Did he really leave Cold Bay?

Don't think about it.Thinking wildly will not do you any good.

Think of something else.Anything goes, think of something else.

Women roam the square.The pedestrians around looked hurried, and she walked alone, abandoned outside the world.No one can see her, and she is not familiar with the world.All she knew was the door, but no one opened it for her.

At sunset, the people in the square gradually dispersed, leaving only an old warlock.When she stopped in front of his stall, he called her: girl, please stay.

She turned around in surprise.Sir, can you see me?

The warlock smiled: Not only can I see you, but I also know you.

The woman asked him, then who am I?

The sorcerer spread out a yellowed newspaper and showed the news only to her.Your name is Diana. You are a female worker in the textile factory in the town. Your body was found floating in a small lake behind the woods last weekend.It was discovered by a young child, who ran home crying and shouting, and the lake was soon full of people.Your sister is there too, crying in black, but no one knows how this tragic thing happened.

said Diana, but why don't I know?I don't remember anything.

The warlock said, probably because you died so suddenly and frightened.You were not drowned when you were brought up.You had a knife stuck in your chest, from your chest to your back. Did you lose your breath and was thrown in the lake, or was you hit in the chest in the lake?No one can tell.

Diana asked, was it done by passing robbers?

The warlock shook his head.No trace of the murderer was left, except that it was identified that the stabbing hand was the left hand.The town was on fire, everyone was worried, and the police immediately searched for all left-handed people, but everyone had an alibi.Girl, your case has become an unsolved case.

Diana said worriedly, what should I do next?

The warlock said, I stopped you just to tell you this, and I can't bear to see the ghost of a beautiful little girl wandering around aimlessly.I can take you back to the night before you died, and then you have an hour to dodge the fate you didn't escape the last time.

Diana thanked him and said that I must cherish this opportunity.Thank you sir, thank you.

Cheng Yuegu didn't call him very often, and there was no pattern, and the content was often the same, and it could be over in a few minutes.

Since their reunion, the mother and son have maintained a deliberate relationship between intimacy and estrangement, and they are often relatively silent at the end of the phone call.

Cheng Jiang will write down the time of each call they make.Although most of the time it was Cheng Yuegu who took the initiative to call, but every time he found out that the date of the last call between the two of them had been a month apart, he would call her back.They maintained this tacit agreement on time for more than a year.Last night was supposed to be exactly one month later, but he couldn't remember it because of various things during the day.

Because of unprecedented severe insomnia, he didn't sleep all night, and then he just got up and sat by the window to watch the sky turn from dark to light, so he was very sleepy in the morning.When his phone rang, his first reaction was:

Was mom waiting for his call yesterday?

The thought only flickered for a moment, because the phone was connected.

They often have nothing to talk about.

Cheng Yuegu talked about the little bird behind the house where she lived, and the various receptions she always attended recently.She said that Shen Ziwei made a custom-made sky blue evening dress for her. The color was chosen by herself, and it was the most suitable color among all the colors. However, people in their 40s still wore it like an old cucumber painted with green paint. Very awkward.Others say it looks good, but I don't know if it's true.

After she finished speaking, she switched to Cheng Jiang.The professional translation certificate has been passed, and the part-time job is going well, and I am planning to change jobs.Cheng Yue?Cheng Yue is fine.Want to have a word with her?

Every time they felt they had nothing to say, they would push Cynthia out and ask her to make the airtime numbers look better with her childish voice.

Cynthia can say whatever she wants, and Cheng Yue can relax a little when talking to her.

He remembered that at the beginning of the year, before hanging up the phone, his mother sighed and said to him:

"Baby, you don't kiss me very much now."

In the past, there was a connecting door frame between them, but a door was added to it later.After the door has been closed for a long time, it cannot be opened again, and slowly melts into a wall with the dust.

The wall is the wall, Cheng Jiang himself doesn't care much about it anymore.

He had thought when he brought Cynthia back that there was no little Chandler this time, no mother, just the two of them.He could fly Cynthia like a kite without needing anything himself.

He didn't know at the time that things were not that simple.All his life, he has been severely pressed in the dust by life, but in the end, he still doesn't have a long memory.

He's still shamefully naive.

While he was in a daze, the phone came back to him.

"What's the matter?" Mom said sharply, "Yueyue said that you took her to the hospital yesterday."

Only then did he realize that he had forgotten about the hospital.In the phone call between Cheng Yuegu and him, a considerable part of the content was complaining about his current situation that he should not have children at a young age, and trying to intervene in his life with Cynthia on a larger scale .The little girl raised her head and looked at him with round eyes. Cheng Jiang patted her on the back, hugged her aside, and took a deep breath.

"She accidentally knocked her head—"

"Knocked to the head? How did you do it?"

"When she ran down the stairs—"

"A child less than two years old, you let her run down the stairs by herself?"

Cheng Jiang had nothing to say about this, so Cheng Yue seemed to open the gate, allowing the call to continue for another 5 minutes.But this time, she simply accused him of not being optimistic about the child, and didn't say anything else that Cheng Jiang had to repeatedly reject.The phone hung up quickly, and he checked the time: 16 minutes and 01 seconds.

He touched the bowl on the table with his index finger, it was still warm.At the same time, Shen Jiqing also came down from upstairs, humming a song while going downstairs, her voice twisted and twisted, a bit like a folk song, and a bit out of tune.Cheng Jiang has never had much attainment in music.

"What are you singing?" he asked, pulling himself together.

"It's nothing, I just made up the tune." Shen Jiqing replied happily, and Cheng Jiang couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and said casually:

"I've never heard you make up a tune before."

At this time, Shen Jiqing had already started to attack the fried eggs on the table, while tearing off the egg white on the yolk and eating it, he said vaguely:

"For fun."

"happy?"

"Did you forget? The yellow box, that life guide—"

"That," Cheng Jiang remembered now, "I thought you had finished watching."

Shen Jiqing showed a meaningful smile and said nothing.

The author has something to say: When there is a play within a play, it is separated by the "&" symbol.

And it's another happy day because of the increase in collection~ Bow!

☆、chapter42

Shen Jiqing had an abnormal obsession with singing that day.

He sang when the cat old man and son-in-law brought back by Qi Chengjiang brought fruit to express his gratitude, he sang when he was wandering around the room, and he sang when he was working overtime. Like a line, it sounds weird and scary.Finally, Cynthia couldn't bear it and shouted:

"Stop singing!"

Then Shen Jiqing agreed to accompany her to play live-action hide-and-seek in the house, but the range of activities was limited to the first floor.After the stairs accident, Cynthia had been told to minimize her chances of being on the stairs as much as possible.In the first round, Cynthia covered her eyes and circled in front of the dining table, counting softly.She quickly counted to ten and disappeared in the direction of the big bedroom.

At the same time, Cheng Jiangyan opened the telegram software that started to vibrate crazily, and dozens of new information signs had been superimposed in the group chat labeled [Amateur Drama Club].

Cheng Jiang took a look and saw that so far it was only bickering and gossip among the members.He put the phone by his lap, watched it output dozens of messages, and finally got to the point.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: Let's get started.Are you there?

It stands to reason that there will be a voting meeting today, but Cheng Jiang took into account the situation in the past few days and was unwilling to go out again, so he asked for another leave.Lin Suimeng sent him a photocopy of the big white paper in advance, and asked him to tell her what he had chosen alone, and opened a group voice call before the voting session, so that Cheng Jiang could listen in.

Cheng Jiang and Shen Jiqing borrowed earphones and nestled on the sofa to accept voice chat.

"Is everyone here? If you are here, just make a sound."

Immediately there was a commotion in the group.Cheng Jiang also whispered something, but his voice was quickly drowned in the noise. Telegram doesn't seem to be able to support too many people's group voice, so the voice chat ends after a while and is replaced by Lin Suimeng and Cheng Jiang's individual voices, because everyone else is at the voting site.

After debugging on both sides for another 5 minutes, the phone seemed to be pushed into the middle of the table.A female voice said in a low voice:

"Calling tickets—"

In the background is the sound of twisting paper.Probably Lin Suimeng's voice called:

"The first vote is for No. 5, so what...the performance of multiple personalities on the same stage, write it down."

"The second vote is for No. 39, the photo of the strange graffiti on the wall of the community, mark it down."

"The third vote... ah, not bad, Dasheng, your story was actually appreciated. No. 1, a tragic love story that was born and died, write it down."

The counting paused for a while, and the girls chirped and laughed at Fang Sheng for a while before continuing.During this period of time, everyone sorted out the different themes of No. 41 in bits and pieces. In addition, only ten people voted, so half of them voted. So far, all the numbers selected are different.

"The eighth vote goes to ... number 1! My God! The ninth vote goes to number 1 too! My God!"

At this time, Cheng Jiang could figure out "there is no silver 300 taels here" from the surprises of the girls when they were listening to the story and singing tickets.For some reason, everyone ends up wanting to act out a corny, grotesque love story.

Lin Suimeng said happily: "Congratulations to Dasheng, No. 1 won!"

After the voiceover, Lin Suimeng and Cheng Jiang informed some follow-ups: In order to make the small troupe appear more united, we also strive to achieve "everyone's participation" in the script writing part. Everyone has to write a paragraph, and finally put it together Organized into a complete script.

If you really can't write, you have to play the leading role in the performance.

"I can write." Cheng Jiang said.

He waited for her to speak, but she wondered:

"Do you still have any questions?"

"You didn't discuss other specific requirements? Who will write the beginning, who will write the end, how to progress, what is the climax, have you assigned tasks? Are the main characters already settled, or are we making it up? Is the protagonist dead or the heroine dead, both dead or alive?"

"It's up to you to die and live, it's all up to you to play freely, just don't name it blindly." Lin Suimeng replied inscrutablely, "However you torture your heart, of course there must be a happy ending in the end. It doesn't matter if you write dead in the middle, Anyway, it will come back in the end.”

Cheng Jiang sighed, put down his phone, and touched his laptop.

This line is also out of his control: Although the small troupe is much better than the Cold Bay Theater, its current development has deviated greatly from what he imagined, even if it can't keep up with "Homecoming" on stage. But it was too late to quit now, and he was too embarrassed to speak.He really didn't have much interest in the "love story of life and death", and he didn't dabble in it. He could only look through the scripts he had read before to find inspiration.

He turned the pages slowly, feeling extremely tired all over his body for no reason.After a while, Shen Jiqing came over, saw his appearance, and asked him what he was thinking.

"Me?" Cheng Jiang asked.

Grusha said, Simon, I can't go back to Nuka.Something went wrong.

What went wrong?

First, I have knocked out a samurai, and second, I have changed his surname, although there is no third person among us.I want to explain to you, but how can I explain it clearly?Only if you come to this side of the river can I explain everything to you.

Said Simon, is the young lady trying to tell me that someone is too late?

The young lovers are looking at each other from a distance on both sides of the river. The woman looks up at the opposite side in despair, tears streaming down her face; the man stares blankly ahead, chipping a piece of wood one by one.

The storyteller's narration says:

"Many things have been said, and many things remain unsaid."

"Which story is this?"

Shen Jiqing didn't know when she came over, holding a pillow in her arms.

"It's the script." Cheng Jiang pulled the computer over and pointed it out to him, "The Chalk Circle of the Caucasus."

"Why do you suddenly want to read the script?"

Cheng Jiang briefly explained to him the follow-up of the Arctic Ocean love tragedy, saying that the results of their voting had just come out, and everyone had to write a small script fragment about a life-and-death love story.

"Have you decided what to write?"

Cheng Jiang shook his head.

"No inspiration, it's too bad. This is something that everyone who writes never wants to happen. When I used to write essays, I would knead and knead my own story and tell it in another form, and it was passable .Have you ever been in love yourself before?"

Cheng Jiang hesitated and nodded slowly.

"But...it's too plain, too boring, and there's nothing to dig out and write about in it."

"If you don't mind, just tell me. I'll help you think about it. I just have nothing to do."

Cheng Jiang was very grateful to him, but at the same time he became embarrassed.

What can he say?Tell Cheng Yue why he left him in Cold Bay; talk about how little Chandler persuaded him step by step into a relationship that he used to make a living but was not actually healthy; talk about being paid and taken out of Evelyn's stomach, Cynthia, who may not have anything to do with himself; Little Chandler left with a sign?Even Cheng Yuegu didn't know these stories.

Even if he wanted to talk to someone, how could he speak clearly?

Some things come too soon, some things too late.

He didn't speak for too long, his expression froze.I only heard Shen Jiqing beside me saying thoughtfully:

"If you mind, I completely understand. Who doesn't have an unspeakable story? It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell it. If you don't talk about it, maybe you can look forward to your future relationship? Just think about it, write it down, and change it It might be a good story again."

Cheng Jiang was not used to this kind of thing either.Future romance?He didn't even think about it.But I had already rejected Shen Jiqing once before, and I was too embarrassed to refuse the second time anyway, so I obediently asked:

"But when it comes to this, I should