Glass man

It's very soft, and it's very pleasant to sing this kind of gentle song, but because she hasn't heard it several times, the tune is basically repeating herself.

"What's your name, mother?"

"Can not remember."

"Think about it."

"It seems to be called the moon. I asked the moon."

"Ask the moon what?"

"I don't know. If it's Xiao Jiang, what do you want to ask the moon?"

The child laughed and didn't speak, but completely shrank under the quilt.

Cheng Jiang took the notes, and confirmed in a low voice before the two of them started a new round of discussion: "Lin Suimeng," he still confirmed in a low voice, "I want to ask what is the name of the song that is playing now?" name?"

"I will help you ask."

Lin Suimeng didn't get up, she turned her head and shouted downstairs:

"Lulu, your song is really nice, what's it called?"

A string of foreign languages ​​was gurgled below.

"Is there a Chinese translation?"

"Let me see... call 'I ask the moon'."

"Speak up, what's your name?"

"'I Ask the Moon'!"

Cheng Jiang felt unable to sit still on the spot.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally stood up and walked to the railing, wanting to ask You Lulu for the original name and link of the song.He thought about how to address You Lulu first, and felt that it would be impolite to call someone by her first name from across the floor; she was several years older than him, so it was not easy to call her "Little You"; he didn't know her very well, She's still a boy, so I'm even more ashamed to call her "Lulu" like Lin Suimeng and the others.As he was thinking, You Lulu noticed him first and asked:

"Xiao Cheng, what's the matter?"

Only then did Cheng Jiang feel that he was saved.He followed the words and asked:

"Can you send me the song about the moon just now?"

You Lulu said cheerfully:

"What a big deal. I'll share it directly in the group now, and you'll have it as soon as you open it."

"Thank you." Cheng Jiang said, and hurried back to his seat to sit down, "Lin Suimeng, what did you just say?"

"I said, we want a happy ending, right? But no one wrote about how the two of them got back together, so I have to add something here."

"The key is how to write. Don't let the audience feel that we are just playing with them."

"Then how do we solve the problem?" Wei Xi asked.

Lin Suimeng pondered for a moment.

"No," she announced suddenly, "we don't solve problems."

The other two looked at her together.

"What do you mean?" Wei Xi asked. .

"I mean, it's okay not to have a happy ending," Lin Suimeng said, "let the male protagonist die. Look at what he said here: He no longer expects the female protagonist to save him. And you see, his problem is not the female protagonist." It can be solved by the protagonist chasing him out and saying 'I love you forever', and making them forcefully HAPPY ENDING in a fancy way of making up, isn't that just playing with people's IQ?"

"Will the audience be happy?" Wei Xizhui was worried.

"I'll take care of them." Lin Suimeng leaned back on the chair, "They should have known that this is a world of super mourning. Right, Xiao Cheng?"

She winked at him.

Cheng Jiang didn't know what to say.

The TV was on, and a cartoon with a childish picture was playing in it.

Little girls sit on the floor playing with dolls, while men sit on sofas and write reports.When the phone rang, he kept typing without slowing down, until the phone's ringtone was about to go off before he slowly hooked it up and turned on the call.Shen Ziwei said:

"Aunt Cheng and I will come back once at the end of the year."

"Ok."

"What's the sound in your background?"

"cartoon."

"Do you watch cartoons for children?"

"It's not me, it's Cheng Jiang's daughter."

"how old is he?"

"Almost two years old."

"I mean your Auntie Cheng's son. How old is it?"

"23."

"It's a pity, you are so young."

He thought he heard Shen Ziwei heaving a sigh of relief, and he felt he heard a sneer.

"He has nothing to regret."

"It's not a pity? How can there be a decent person at this age to take care of children at home."

"Does Aunt Cheng know when you say that about him?"

"Her? I don't care what she thinks! It's her problem to develop the left and right sides. Let's talk about business: we will come back at the end of the year to see."

"Okay. Where do you live?"

"I'll stay soon, and I'll just book the hotel when the time comes."

"Ok."

"How is your illness? Have you never done it again?"

"No."

After Shen Jiqing answered smoothly, he felt that his answer was irrelevant, even though it was not a very important matter.He also didn't think that Shen Ziwei could tell that he was answering questions that weren't relevant.

"It's fine if you don't have one. There are people at home, so you should pay attention to yourself."

"I know."

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Nothing."

"so be it."

"Goodbye."

The induction cooker in the kitchen made a sizzling sound, the water in the milk pot was boiling.The man sat there for a while as if waiting for the phone to ring, then closed the computer, pulled on his slippers to turn off the fire, and put the milk pot on the window sill to dry.When he came back, Cheng Yue stood up from the ground, patted his pants, and extended a hand holding a teddy bear to him.

"You take a bear," she said, "I'll be a bunny."

Shen Jiqing was wearing pajama pants, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He crossed his legs and moved straight down, sitting on the ground.He brought the bear over, turned it around twice in his hand, and bargained:

"Girl, I've been a raging bear for you eight times, please do me a favor and let me be a bunny once."

"I want to be a rabbit." She was quite stubborn.

"What's so good about being a bunny, it's obviously more beautiful than a bear."

"But Tutu is a little girl, and Xiongxiong is a little boy," she pointed out.

"No, no, baby, Tutu and Xiongxiong are both little boys."

The little girl looked at him suspiciously, then held the two ears of the doll rabbit in one hand, and made a face at him.

Cheng Jiang didn't come home until after five o'clock. In his bag was a stack of loose papers with notes on the script, and he planned to find time to help sort it out when he went back.Before he walked out of the network coverage area, he suddenly remembered the music link he had just asked for from Lin Suimeng. After opening it, he conveniently entered the music software page directly.The software was originally created with the help of Shen Jiqing, and it was connected to their respective Telegram accounts.

He opened the song, glanced at it, and clicked the button of 'load Chinese translation', but he didn't know if it was because he had already walked to the yard of Lin Suimeng's house, and the signal was weak, so he didn't load it for a long time.

He waited and waited, and when he was about to continue walking out and talk at home, the Chinese translation of the song was suddenly loaded.He glanced down and froze suddenly.

The phone page reads:

J'ai demand à lalune

i ask the moon

Maislesoleilnelesaitpas

And the sun doesn't know

Jeluiai Montrémes brulures

I show it my scars

Etla Lunes' est moquée de moi

while the moon teases me

……

J'ai demand à lalune

i ask the moon

Situvoulaisencoredemoi

Do you still want me?

Ellem'aditj'aipasl'habitude

it says to me

Dem'occuper des cas commeca

"I have no habit of sympathizing with the poor"

……

Situvoulaisencoredemoi

Do you still want me?

Ellem'aditj'aipasl'habitude

it says to me

Dem'occuper des cas commeca.

"I'm not in the habit of sympathizing with the poor."

……

When Cheng Jiang swiped the screen, he accidentally turned on the song switch again, and the song he had sung a few lines before jumped out again, which was deafening to his ears.He frantically turned off the audio, put the phone into his trouser pocket in a hurry, and walked out of the community quickly, getting faster and faster, and finally turned into a run.

He was stumbling as he ran, as if something terrible was chasing him from behind. He had just run out of the neighborhood and stumbled when turning a corner on the side of the road.

Cheng Jiang's trip wasn't so serious that he sprained his feet, but he still fell to the ground, and the mobile phone he put in his pocket flew out of his pocket and hit the road ahead.He didn't try to stand up any more, and propped himself up on his arms and took a step forward. When he picked it up, a long crack appeared on the screen.

Lin Suimeng's house was considered a villa in the suburbs of Beijing. At this time, the weather was sweltering, and the road was quiet, with no one around.Cheng Jiang used his fingers to wipe the dust on the broken screen of the phone in vain. After a while, he took his hands back and sat down. Looking up, there was a sign of a subway station in front of him.

It turned out that he just subconsciously ran in the wrong direction.

The subway is the subway, what's the difference?

Cheng Jiang staggered to his feet, and reinstalled the phone that had been dusted off.

Then he patted the dust off his body and walked towards the subway station as if nothing had happened.

☆、chapter46

"Is it dawn?" Shen Jiqing asked patiently.

"Wait a minute," said the girl.

The cartoons that no one is watching have been closed, and the living room floor is as messy as ever.Cheng Yue separated a crooked line on the floor, one side was the home of the toy rabbit, and the other was the home of the teddy bear, and they used two cardboard boxes instead of small beds.While the characters were sleeping, the puppeteers set about "cooking" them.

If Cheng Yue was a few years older, she could get richer and more accurate game props like small glass stones and colored erasers, but since most of these things had the label "Do not let children under three years old touch", they had no choice but to Give it up, and use those big toys that can't be swallowed as props.To this end, Shen Jiqing contributed all the cushions in her small room and some old towels and sheets stuffed under the closet.

Cheng Yue has the unique imagination of a child of her age.After refusing help from her adult playmates, she folded several cushions together with a sheet in between.

"Burger," she said, a new word she had learned not long ago.

"Let's take a look," Shen Jiqing looked at her masterpiece, "Now we have a huge burger for our friends to enjoy. It's made of freshly baked sesame powder white bread sandwiched with lettuce leaves and thick beef. Ten times the size of your friends, enough to last them through the winter... is it daylight?"

"Liang." The girl said, pulling the toy rabbit out of the box, "Come, let's have dinner."

But she looked a little listless, and lost interest after a while.Then he threw the rabbit on the mat, and gurgled a string of English, to the effect:

"I'm hungry. Where's my dad?"

Shen Jiqing always felt that she was about to cry, so she quickly stopped her and glanced at her watch by the way.It's past six o'clock now, so it stands to reason that Cheng Jiang should have come back long ago.He had already sent him a message after five o'clock, but there was no response for a long time, and he also felt uneasy at this time.

He stood up to get his cell phone and dialed Cheng Jiang's cell phone.As soon as he pressed the dial button, the familiar harp ringtone of the mobile phone rang from the second floor.

Didn't Cheng Jiang go out with his mobile phone?

Shen Jiqing took out some small molar biscuits for snacks from the cupboard to appease Cheng Yue, and went upstairs by herself.The guest room where Cheng Jiang and his daughter lived was usually open for ventilation during the day, but this time it was tightly closed.He knocked on the door.

After knocking on the door, he realized: Cheng Jiang is not at home now, why is he knocking on the door?

However, before he finished thinking, the door opened, and the lights inside were not turned on.

Cheng Jiang was standing opposite him, his hair was disheveled, and his collar was tilted to one side, as if he had just gotten out of bed.He stared at Shen Jiqing for a long time before he seemed to wake up:

"Oh, it's you," he said.

His long eyelashes drooped down, his eyes were soft, and he seemed to be looking at something blankly and involuntarily.As soon as he said this, Shen Jiqing knew that something was "not good".From the time Cheng Jiang rode the bicycle, he vaguely knew that the other party probably had some little past that he didn't know about, and after repeating it twice, he already knew his mental state in his heart.

Seeing Cheng Jiang like this again now, I just feel like he is a small porcelain statue I can’t afford to see in the window, hanging on the edge of the shelf, making people afraid that it will fall, and dare not reach out to straighten it .

Shen Jiqing asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Jiang replied, "I'm fine."

"How did you get in?"

Cheng Jiang lowered his head slightly, straightened his crooked collar with one hand, and said slowly, irrelevantly:

"Me? I came back by subway."

"Last time you said you didn't like the subway."

"Yes."

"We didn't hear you come in. When did you get back?"

Cheng Jiang's pupils slowly focused in front of Shen Jiqing's pupils, and his fingers were still fiddling with the buttons.

"It's been a while."

Shen Jiqing imagined that Cheng Jiang quietly turned the key to unlock the lock, and when he and Cheng Yue were lying on the floor processing the doll's cot, they walked through the living room upstairs like ghosts, uncharacteristically quiet.This is not to say that he is usually not quiet, but what is unusual this time is that he hardly made a sound from entering the door to packing up and going upstairs, as if deliberately hiding the fact that he was back.

In fact, Cheng Jiang's door was only half opened, and one hand was still on the side of the door. At this time, he began to straighten his hair again.He said absently, "My mother said she and your father will be back at the end of the year."

"They called me and said."

"Is that so. Come and see you?"

"Yeah, I... Father hasn't seen you yet. Your mother probably misses you too."

"She still has to discuss other things with me."

"Other?"

"Yes." Cheng Jiang showed a stiff smile, and changed the subject abruptly: "What time is it? I should go down to cook."

Cheng Jiang didn't go downstairs to cook at the end that day, but followed Shen Jiqing to order takeaway from a relatively light noodle restaurant near the community.He was still a little taciturn during the meal, but the rest of the abnormal behavior seemed to disappear completely after the meal, and he even went downstairs to inform Shen Jiqing about the progress of the troupe after Cynthia went to bed.The two of them always like to sit on the sofa in the living room at this time of day and chat with each other hugging pillows, and they don't know when they formed the habit.

"My two girls and I are changing the script, naming it, stringing up a series of plots and so on."

"What kind of string is it?"

"It's an old-fashioned story, using some of your settings, but with some other changes. The hero's name is...they seem to be named Monkenrod. They are ordinary workers in a small town, no Parents lived alone in a small attic. He played the violin on the street and attracted the mayor's daughter. The two fell in love and often went to meet secretly. However, the mayor is a selfish and tyrannical Yes, um, a traditional villain. He wants to marry his daughter to a wealthy family in other places, so he resolutely opposes after learning of their affair by accident, and threatens the hero to leave his lover immediately, or he will be killed he."

"Don't tell me that the heroine has taken poison." Shen Jiqing put the cushion on her crossed legs, and smiled with one hand on her cheek.Cheng Jiang shook his head:

"No. But the hero didn't want to be threatened, so he planned to elope with the heroine. They didn't expect that the mayor bought a group of killers to hunt him down, so the two escaped separately, and Monkenrod strayed into the forest , rolled down the cliff, and was chased and killed by killers. They dismembered him, buried him in a mass grave, and completely destroyed his body."

At this point, Cheng Jiang paused.

"Is he dead?" Shen Jiqing asked in disbelief.

"It's not over yet." Cheng Jiang laughed when he saw his expression, and covered his face with a pillow while laughing, "He lay in the mass grave for seven days, and on the fourth day, it rained heavily. After rushing his body out, he vaguely heard someone asking him: Do you want to go back to the world, avenge yourself, and take back your lover? He answered yes in the affirmative, so the rain continued to fall, while he was in a storm Crawled out of the grave at night. At this time, he was covered in rotting flesh and wet soil, and his body was pieced together from corpses of different colors and textures. He became a horrible corpse monster, but he had human life again. He was afraid of his own appearance , and wanted to go back to find his lover, so he stole a mask from a small shop, disguised himself as a mysterious masked man and returned to the town. On the street, he asked where the mayor’s daughter was married, but others said she returned to the town. After returning home, I became seriously ill and had to stay in bed."

"She's not dead, is she?"

"He didn't die, but the engagement had to be postponed for three months. During these three months, the masked man secretly visited the place where the mayor's daughter lived and looked in through the window. On nights when the mayor was away , he hid in the wild bushes to play the violin. The girl looked down from the window and began to chat with him, and gradually found that he was more and more like her ex-lover whose life and death were unknown, and fell in love with him again. The masked man sees his own ugly face in the mirror every day. He dares not reveal his identity for a long time. He feels inferior and approaches the mayor's daughter uncontrollably. He hopes to show his true face, but in an accident After meeting him with a face without a mask, the girl turned pale with shock and called him the incarnation of the devil. The masked man gave up his heart completely and went to bid farewell to his sweetheart's window for the last time. The mayor's daughter didn't know that she had seen him before The monster and the masked man are the same person, so I didn't understand his decision, but begged him to take me to fly together - this is adapted from your passage - but the masked man refused. He left the small town alone. Town, returned to the mass grave where he was resurrected, lay between the tombstones, and died in a sudden rainstorm again as a corpse."

Shen Jiqing stopped for a while after listening to the outline of the story, and asked:

"What happened to the mayor's daughter in the end? Did she still marry that powerful man?"

"Married." Cheng Jiang said, "At first she was looking for death for a while, but after a while, she found that the rich and powerful kid was smart and really liked her, so she stopped thinking about her old love. They had a baby The three children were loving and happy all their lives. And the person who played the piano under her window sill at night gradually disappeared from her memory and was never found again."

"I thought there would be a happy ending." Shen Jiqing said in surprise.

"Let's wait for the next scene." Cheng Jiang said helplessly, "Besides, the inspiration for this scene is that Romeo and Juliet are also dead."

"That's good. At least the heroine is happy in the end, which is not bad; the hero is already inhuman and ghost, and it doesn't matter if he dies. Then how do you plan to play it?"

"The main actors are all set. I watched them rehearse their lines during the day, and they are still very energetic. I may be responsible for helping them see how to deal with some stage effects in the future-I still have a name there. When everything is ready, it will probably be performed at a member's home, and then some relatives and friends will be invited to watch."

"Then I must go and see." Shen Jiqing recovered a little vitality at this time.

"Okay." Cheng Jiang smiled, reached out and rubbed his swollen eyes.

☆、chapter47

In fact, Cheng Jiang often wonders what is the difference between the stringed troupe he participated in here and the Moon Theater in Lengwan.

Both seem at first glance to be equally unpromising and unprofessional, except that with the latter, these issues can be treated and tolerated more leniently, as it is by its very nature a weekend pastime for a group of people with specialized careers That's all.

A farce is generally formed, and there is a great possibility that it will disband without wind or waves.

Cheng Jiang's somewhat pessimistic attitude arose during the vote that seemed a bit out of tune, and it slowly fermented during the period when he was revising the script in odd hours, and finally heard three or four people whose names he couldn't remember and had never talked to. When the little girls and boys all quit because of work reasons, they finally appeared frequently.

When Lin Suimeng told him, she specifically asked him:

"You don't want to quit directly, do you?"

It's really not, because he came here by name from the beginning, and he didn't participate in activities more times than anyone else.The troupe has already taken a step back in terms of his participation, so if he wants to apply for withdrawal again, it will be a bit difficult to say.Besides, Cheng Jiang does occasionally find it interesting to participate in troupe activities, especially when the script is completely finished and everyone is preparing for rehearsal.

The rehearsal took place in the basement of Lin Suimeng's home.

Cheng Jiang went every week during that time, even after the script was written, there was often nothing he had to do there.He spent two events making them fake cardboard sky-blue windows, and the rest of the time he sat silently in the makeshift audience watching.

Luan Yu, who was in a similar situation to him, probably came here specially to accompany the heroine, and everything he did was based on the purpose of taking good care of You Lulu.She also helped Cheng Jiang when he made the fake windows, but her hands were so clumsy that she could only pass scissors and tape in the end.

The process of their cooperation was very embarrassing for Cheng Jiang.

First of all, they avoid communication as much as possible because they are not familiar with each other, and secondly, even if there is a certain need to communicate, they still have a little obstacle:

Luan Yu seemed unable to make a sound exceeding 40 decibels.

The sound is weak, coupled with the noisy environment, the simple sentence "I think I need to post it here" needs to be repeated six times before it can be effectively heard.

Luan Yu ran away as soon as the cardboard window was completed, which was a new experience for Cheng Jiang.Luan Yu likes to sit in the corner of the front row and watch intently. The whites of his big straight eyes are exaggerated, and he can almost star in a horror movie.

Her sense of presence was also extremely low, even surpassing that of Cheng Jiang, so Lin Suimeng didn't see her at all when she slurped the red juice and went downstairs. The two passed each other, and she sat directly next to Cheng Jiang.

"Xiao Cheng is very active recently." Lin Suimeng bit the straw and said, she always wanted something in her mouth, "There is juice in the living room, do you want it?"

"No, thank you."

"What do you think of their performance?"

Lin Suimeng is very interesting.There are so many people in the room, each one is more enthusiastic than the other, but she can accurately find him who is absent-minded.And according to his observation, she seemed to be very enthusiastic about Luan Yu, who was even more lacking in presence.

Cheng Jiang turned his head away vaguely, forcing his senses to focus on the temporary stage.Because he didn't focus his attention there at all, so after watching for a long time, he could tell which scene the actor's lines were currently referring to.

"Don't let the killers run around on the stage when they are chasing after them. There is only one spot, and they can only run around in circles, which makes them look ridiculous. Isn't this scene intended to create a terrifying atmosphere?" He frowned. , apologetically, reluctantly watched for a while, and then came up with a suggestion, "Turn off all the lights at that time, and you won't be able to see anything on the stage. At this time, play the sound effects of falling from the sky and the sound of thunderstorms, and then let them stand It may be better to shout lines on the stage. Some scenes don’t need to be fully restored, and we are not making a movie, so we don’t act if we can’t perform it. The same can be done when the corpse is reassembled and resurrected.”

"Will it seem too perfunctory?" You Lulu was just resting at this time, so she came over and asked.Luan Yu happened to come down from the first floor and brought her a glass of juice with two thin tubes inserted into it.Because she was within one meter of Cheng Jiang, and the rehearsal was on pause, Cheng Jiang heard her words clearly this time:

"There are not enough cups, Miss Lulu."

You Lulu was originally sitting there quietly, but at this moment she waved her hand violently and almost knocked the cup out of Luan Yu's hand, "Then you sit down, we can use one cup."

Luan Yu responded in a low voice, walked around from behind, sat next to You Lulu, and bit the straw.She was wearing a small wrap dress that day, and her waist was so tight that she walked around as if she had no bones.When Cheng Jiang looked at her, he inexplicably thought of snakes.

"You haven't rehearsed this part yet, have you? How did you plan to act?" Cheng Jiang asked.

"I've only passed the line a few times during this passage." You Lulu took a sip of the juice with Luan Yu's hand, "Currently the plan is to let Wei Shibin slowly stretch out his hand from behind an obstacle, and make his skin blue-gray."

"Then let's do it first," Cheng Jiang didn't insist on his point of view, "If it really doesn't work, then turn off the lights, find the special effects that make the joints make sounds, and add some weird music and background sound."

He will go home on time every week when he comes out for activities, and this time is no exception.

After he left, the few remaining people continued to rehearse, and sent him a message that night: Wei Shibin had already started to find the joints to make a sound effect.

During this period of time, Cheng Jiang's daily life is as usual, he sleeps barely enough, his social life is more active than before, and his work completion efficiency is also at the upper-middle level of his own level.He still finds time every day to review the CATTI Level 11 exam, but he has not registered for the November exam.

Because he knew: he failed the exam.

Cheng Jiang actually didn't have much experience in this kind of thing, but he just vaguely understood that his mental state at this time was worse than ever before.It seemed that all the pressure was looking down on him, but the more chaotic his heart became, the more calm and normal his appearance became. In addition, he deliberately concealed it, so even Shen Jiqing didn't see anything wrong.

He later stumbles upon the fact that the more aspects of himself he relates to society, the more questions he has to deal with, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.It would be better for him to have a lot of distressing things that would prevent him from spending too long worrying about the one thing he feared the most, keeping him from thinking deeply about it.He forced himself to go to the troupe every week, forced himself to watch their rehearsals, to block his uncontrollable thoughts.

His other way of controlling himself was to continue writing "The Woman in the Lake," although only a few sentences at a time, and it took a long time to connect to a complete episode.

When Diana opened her eyes again, the sky was dark.She was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the bedroom, slowly taking off her dirty apron.There was a cheerful knock on the door outside, and a girlish voice said:

"Sister, how are you?"

"I'll have to wait a while." She replied subconsciously.The sound of the girl's thumping footsteps quickly disappeared outside the door. She turned her head back to the mirror, looked at her face, and recalled the limited information the warlock had told her.

An hour later, what took her life would happen again.She had one chance to dodge it, one only.The dim light of the oil lamp swayed on the table behind her, allowing her to see the familiar furnishings in the room clearly.The bed for her and her sister was placed in front of the window, and the sheets were flapped by the wind blowing in from the window.In front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror was a pretty young girl: fair skin, soft short black hair, and big eyes with bright light-colored pupils.She smiled at herself in the mirror.

The girl outside the house came back again, and began to knock on the door vigorously, saying, sister, how long do you need?

Only then did Diana remember that there was a summer dance in the factory that night.In less than an hour, the unpredictable danger is coming, so she said to her sister, you go first, I will catch up with you later.

"You are real." Luna said, "Then I will go first, and you should hurry up, don't be too late."

She took off her old skirt completely, and listened quietly to the sound of the door closing outside the house.She stepped over the gray dress on the floor, picked up the long embroidered lace dress on the back of the chair and hung it up again, and changed into the work skirts she usually wears at work, which are easy to move.She picked up a small wooden stool at the foot of the bed, took out a long-handled broom, put them together, and sat by the bed to wait.There are two 10 minutes.

Suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps at the gate, followed by the loud bang of the door panel hitting the wall.Only then did she belatedly realize that her sister, who was happily going to the ball, probably forgot to put the bolt on the already fragile door.

Cheng Jiang closed the computer, opened the light curtain a little, and went to the table to organize the things in the drawer, which were two wrapped presents.The gift will be given to the other two people in the house tomorrow, and he informed Lin Suimeng of one of them in advance and asked her to buy it from outside.

Cynthia will be two years old tomorrow.

At the same time, Shen Jiqing is going to be 30 years old.

time flies.

He pressed his chest, which was churning slightly.Breathing with all his might, he turned off the stand lamp.

A secure patch of darkness hung heavy and heavy above the soft light of the standing lamp.Suddenly he felt dizzy, as if the surrounding walls were spinning and flashing like the inside of a new wall, falling towards him, so that he could never break free from it.He panicked badly.

Shen Jiqing is at the corner of the corridor, he can knock on the door right away.

It seems that as long as he sees Shen Jiqing, he can feel better, but he doesn't want Shen Jiqing to see himself like this all the time.Weak, frightened, ashamed and in need of comfort from others.

Why is he still like this?

Maybe he was born that way.Maybe he was destined to be born like this and die like this.What should be doomed was doomed long ago: through Cheng Yuegu's mouth, he should have known his own destiny long ago.

As he thought about it, he suddenly couldn't stand it and sat up from the bed, looking at Cynthia's crib covered by the moonlight from a distance.He sat motionless, looking there for a long time, trying to recall her grown-up appearance.It's so strange that when he saw a child less than two years old thinking about her growing up, he only needed to "remember" but not "imagination".Cynthia had been dead for a long time, but he still had a vague idea of ​​what she would look like: a sharp-edged, silent face that had aged long ago.

Cynthia.He was sorry for Cynthia.He suddenly thought, no matter what the original reason was for me to bring you to the next world, I will not let you die before me.This is what I owe you.It was my fault and I am willing to make it up.I am willing to give everything I can give now for this.

I am willing to die badly.

He looked away and looked out the window.The night was dark and the moon was dim, and perhaps that was why he was so desperate tonight.Not a good death, not a good death, he has never found that this simple Chinese word can give him such a strong sense of relief.

Everyone is trying to avoid such an ending, isn't it?But if someone told him that this would be his end, maybe he wouldn't be so miserable day and night.

I promise you, mom.He knelt on the bed and said silently, you are right, I will give her to you.I give her to you.

But how can I promise you?

How can I give her to you?

Unless I die.

Unless this time, instead of me dying early.

If I died early, would your life be smooth?He heard the faint music, and his thoughts and prayers were wandering.Then let what should die—let me die early.

Please let me die badly.

Cheng Jiang lay down slowly, and finally entered a half-asleep and half-awake state after struggling a bit, seeing a vague phantom.There is a dream at night, in the dream there is an empty sky, and a milky blue moon twinkles on it, the shape is large and bright.He was standing on the roof of the Moon Theater, Cheng Yue did not leave, he has not let her give up on him completely.He looked at the top of his head, he had already finished his homework, he had seen Cold Bay University - how strange, they couldn't get together many students every year - admissions leaflets posted on the road.

He also fantasized and hoped in his childhood