Glass man

He could go, he walked out quickly, passed the next visitor, and caught sight of Duffy who had returned to the waiting room.

The look on the boy's face was ugly as he approached.

"How are you?" Cheng Jiang asked, feeling the need to say something.

But he left while cursing, and Cheng Jiang never saw him again.

The author has something to say: It’s the second day, thank you for reading here~

It is another chapter where memory and reality are constantly interspersed.

Feeling foggy?

"Yes." The author said, "The protagonist is not clear, so I want you to feel dizzy too." <——It can be seen that her conscience is really not very good.

Thank you again for your patience.

(bow)

☆、chapter7

Cheng Jiang woke up briefly: he hadn't answered Shen Jiqing's question yet.

He said slowly, "I plan to try and get a job first. Then, if I can, I won't have to... take your place."

"It's okay. In the past two days, you should get used to the life here, and don't worry about work. If you don't mind, I'll find someone to introduce and see if I can temporarily solve it for you."

Cheng Jiang closed his eyes.

"Did my mother ask you?" He asked suddenly.

Shen Jiqing's voice was interrupted.

"What did she say?" Cheng Jiang's voice became pleading unconsciously, "Can you tell me what she said?"

"She said that she never thought you would come back." After a short period of silence, Shen Jiqing's slow and soothing voice came from the darkness, "She said you are her only child, and she has been worried about you. If Nothing special happened, and based on what she knew about you, it was impossible for you to choose to come outside, so something must have happened. She felt that everything was messed up, and she felt uncomfortable, overwhelmed, and felt that it was her responsibility The place you used to stay in... Cold Bay, isn't it? It's very different from the outside. She is afraid that you won't be able to adapt to society in the end, so she asked me to help you find something to do. What kind of job do you want to find? "

Cheng Jiang thought for a while in silence.

He had had one nightmare on the plane, and the thought of living in someone else's house for no reason made him sick.Relying on someone he had never met, he was unwilling to rely too much on Cheng Yuegu and her new family.

But he knew that he couldn't refuse because of his ridiculous self-esteem, so he settled down and thought carefully.

Due to the very different perceptions of the inside and outside of Cold Bay, he tends to be pessimistic about his job search, but he is careful not to let this uneasiness leak out.Intuition tells him that there are many more types of jobs outside than he can imagine, and most of them are not suitable for him.

"My English is very good." He finally answered after deliberation.

"English?" Shen Jiqing seemed to be taken aback for a moment, "That's right. They speak English at Lengwan, right?"

"I'm an English student. I work in the theater and occasionally... write a little."

"Fiction?" the other person asked, "Script? Poetry?"

"A little bit of both."

Cheng Jiang suddenly felt that the room was still a bit cold, so he stretched out his hand again and checked Cynthia's body temperature in the dark.The conversation paused for a while, just as Cheng Jiang was calculating in his mind how long it would take for her to drink milk again, Shen Jiqing suddenly said:

"I've always admired lovers of literature. Words, language, are too complicated for me."

Cheng Jiang wanted to say that he was not a fan.He wanted to say something else, like he didn't do well and didn't like it, but he couldn't say it.He asked instead:

"Will it trouble you to find a job for me?"

"No, of course not."

Then Shen Jiqing began to enter a little detail.He asked if he had any preference, or if any English-related job would do.Cheng Jiang answered, he thought for a moment, and suddenly asked about his Chinese.He said that if he remembered correctly, a colleague's cousin worked in a magazine with foreign language publications, and he might be able to recommend Cheng Jiang to interview there.Not a particularly nice place, but ok as a starting point.

The position that the magazine can provide seems to be translation, from Chinese to English.Shen Jiqing said that if he could do it, he might be able to translate documents from the website for others besides the magazine.

Shen Jiqing's voice was steady and friendly, not like a real person in Cheng Jiang's impression.

"Have you had a similar experience?" he asked.

"I can try." Cheng Jiang said.

What he said was an affirmative sentence, but the ending sounded vaguely, floating in the air as if uncertain, as if he was hesitant to ask someone.He looked around in the air for a while, and eagerly tried to use something else to get down, then hastily asked Shen Jiqing:

"What about you? What did you study?"

Shen Jiqing majored in chemistry.

"Chemistry... when it works, what does it do?"

Shen Jiqing said that she could do anything.For example, his position is called magnetic particle chemiluminescence automatic equipment engineer.Cheng Jiang was taken aback, he couldn't even remember his name, so he didn't ask what he was doing.

"Why did you choose to study this?"

About his anxiety, Shen Jiqing may have heard it.It seems that knowing that Cheng Jiang can listen to another person's continuous speech can make him feel at ease. This time he talked about a long, even very personal content.

"I did it to fight against my...father. He wasn't too bad, but we didn't get along well. It was very bad, and it still is. However, Aunt Cheng has always been very kind to me. He started his own company and started his own company. I was asked to study business, so I chose the thing that was farthest away, so I secretly applied for chemistry at another university as my first choice. He was so angry like a wasp that he almost beat me to death ——But he couldn’t do anything to me, and I didn’t fight back.”

"Study chemistry in order not to study business?" Cheng Jiang asked.

"I don't have any hobbies, I can do anything. I have a good grade in chemistry, and I think it's pretty good."

Anything is fine, Cheng Jiang thought. "So do you like chemistry?"

"I don't like it. But how many people are doing what they like?" Shen Jiqing sighed, "I hear your tone, and I don't like English either. Right, don't you like it?"

"I don't like it." Cheng Jiang whispered.

He heard the sound of the other party's breath when he laughed silently.

Cheng Jiang originally didn't like talking back and forth with others, but at this moment, he had an unexplained dependence on such small conversations.Walking his fingers across the sheet, he found a small bump.It is different from the touch of the sheets, the fabric on Shen Jiqing's pajamas.

He gripped it lightly.

Even though she had known Shen Jiqing for less than eight hours, she would uncharacteristically grab the corner of a stranger's clothes in the dark.Darkness can bring strange hallucinations to people. Memories and fantasies are constantly distorted and magnified to the peak, so some other content takes advantage of the void.He lay still, clutching the hem of his clothes.The gap expands tonight and shrinks in a few hours.He wanted to wait until dawn, when the new year began, when these wild thoughts would fade away, and he would be truly reborn and become a new person.

There will be a new life.

New connections will be made.

He lay on the soft pillow, intending to stay like this for a little longer, but in the end he didn't get his wish.Suddenly there was a fluttering sound in the living room, and then the outside was brightened.Shen Jiqing's outline trapped in the darkness suddenly became clear again, he stood up and moved his neck briskly.

"There's a call," he said. "It's pretty fast this time."

The corner of the clothes slipped out from under Cheng Jiang's fingernails, as if something had ended.

Shen Jiqing left completely this time.All the lights in the corridor were turned off, and Cheng Jiang heard the sound of footsteps pulling his slippers slowly away.He was lying on the bed as if he was sick. Feeling a little strength in his body, he fumbled to hold the baby in his arms.It is true that I don't like words; but it is also true that I have the habit of writing.

He sat up holding her, turned sideways, and stepped on the floor.

There should be a crumpled piece of paper in his carry-on bag that he wrote on the plane.He was afraid that turning on the light would disturb Shen Jiqing, so he opened the curtains, held the paper up to the moonlight, and stared blankly at the crooked Chinese characters on it.The moonlight was too dark, and the content on the paper was still unclear, so I could only read the content from memory.

It was an endless novel.

The lake water is green.There are dark willow forests on the bank, and lush aquatic plants grow near the embankment, with tall branches forming clusters.The grass tips block the sunlight, so the color is emerald green, as if covering the grass stems.Down below, the aquatic plants outside the sunlight are thick and almost black dark green, blending with the lake below.

A cloud of water vapor emerged from the lake and surrounded the green plants.In the dark water of the lake, something gradually floated up.

The young woman's long skirt clings like foam around her body, like a stagnant spray.Only her upper body was out of the water, and her short black hair was tightly attached to her cheeks, setting off a pair of almost transparent eyes and pale white lips.

The lake is extremely deep, but she clearly walks on it as if walking on flat ground, stepping through the aquatic plants and walking to the shore dripping with water.She stood under the shadow of the tree in a daze, with no one around.

She has no feet under her blistered white skirt.

The story stopped here, as if the writer was just writing for the sake of "writing" itself, without thinking about other things at all.Cheng Jiang raised his head and found that the rain had stopped completely at some point.In the winter day, a shallow circle hung in the air, with a dark bruise in the middle, which turned into a familiar outline in his eyes.The baby in his arms was surprisingly well-behaved tonight, neither crying nor making noise.She was asleep, breathing lightly, like a small feather.

He heard a sound interspersed from the feathers, and the feathers scattered all over.

The young female voice asked:

How come I never see you write anything?

You didn't have time.

how about you?she asked.

I?

What happened to you?

...what can I do.He swallowed bitterly, you are dead, but I am still alive.

The previous year was over along with many other things.Standing under the window sill, Cheng Jiang silently greeted the first new year outside Lengwan without blinking his eyes.As the night fell, he seemed to see the moon on the night of Cynthia's suicide in a trance, swollen, dim, and silent.

The moon, huge with the rain, looked down on him and engulfed him.

The author has something to say: Appeared!The highlight of the first three volumes, "The Woman in the Lake" officially begins~

The full text is between 1 and 2 words, split into fragments and presented directly with the main plot.

It's also a story about rebirth, let's see how the protagonist himself will interpret it(???)

Thanks for your patience and reading, and, time to bow.

☆、chapter8

Cynthia didn't call her "Cheng Yue" before.The girl's name on the temporary residence permit in Lengwan is Cynthia Cheng, and she has no Chinese name because the common language in Lengwan is English.Her father was also born in Lengwan, so "Cheng Jiang" only existed on his ID card.The name he used for a long time was Joey.

Why haven't you thought about giving your only daughter a Chinese name?

Because of the tendency not to put too much thought into her?

But he clearly longed for her birth so much.

Little Chandler liked children very much, so after they were together for a while, Cheng Jiang took out all his savings to give him a child.The child was from Evelyn--Evelyn was thirty-two at the time, plump, with curly brown hair, and pretty blue eyes, if a little pale and wilting at times.

Her family has lived in Cold Bay for generations, and she doesn't know where her blood is.She lives on the other side of the T zone with her sister.

She does a very avant-garde thing: surrogacy.

As far as Cheng Jiang knows, there are three gay families in the T area, both men and women, and two of them have children from Evelyn, but they divorced without exception, so the children returned to the government. .The artificial insemination technology, which sounds amazing, has just flowed into Cold Bay for a few years, and it has formed a sharp contrast with its backward electronic communication, slow transportation industry and poor cultural circulation.

For a sum of money, some sperm in a special test tube, and you can have a baby.

It sounded far-fetched, and there was no official place to do it, but Evelyn was willing to do it.There wasn't much gossip, and even if Cheng Jiang had a faint feeling that she was earning money by selling her children, he never mentioned this idea to anyone.

This is the law: If anyone violates the peace, tranquility and happiness of Cold Bay, everyone has the right to appeal.The appeals office in Cold Bay is packed with people every day.

The money his mother left him in the end, plus Cheng Jiang's own savings for many years, was almost just enough to support a child.He went into the bathroom in the sticky summer heat and carefully filled and sealed the test tube.He had visited Evelyn once, after her belly had grown, and found her sitting in a wooden chair on the little porch eating apricots.Her lower abdomen under the blanket was round and bulging, and the scalability of a woman's unique body gave him an inexplicable fear.

They stood on the little porch talking for a little while.The baby was seven months old, so Evelyn asked if he had a name.

"It's ready." Cheng Jiang said, "It's Cynthia."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow.

"Goddess of the Moon?"

Cheng Jiang smiled shyly.

"I thought about Luna and Mayen before, but I still felt bad about them. I found this after looking through books for a long time."

The sun was shining that day, coupled with his longing for the future, Cheng Jiang uncharacteristically told Evelyn some other things.Among them, he had some impressions of Evelyn stroking his lower abdomen uncharacteristically and lonely. She would be classified as an advanced maternal age in a few years, and there was not much time left for her to build her own family.Of course, she can also choose to go to the orphanage to adopt the two flesh and blood of her who were abandoned after all...

Cheng Jiang didn't stay in the T zone for a few years, so he didn't know.

He wondered if Evelyn had chosen to keep any of her children.But her children seemed to be under some sort of curse, including Cynthia.

She was also doomed to be abandoned.

Before Cynthia was born, Cheng Jiang and Little Chandler separated.

At first they just started quarreling over trivial matters - one-sided, because Cheng Jiang didn't know how to quarrel - followed by a cold war that grew longer and longer.In the end Little Chandler left him first.

Little Chandler said the T zone was too small to trap him anymore.He also said that his life like this was not what he wanted.

Cheng Jiang didn't know what little Chandler really wanted, maybe the two of them never really understood each other.Little Chandler quickly moved out and went to Area C with a few other friends.

Zone C is one of the slightly better developed areas of Cold Bay.

Little Chandler was his high school classmate, and later became his roommate in the rented house, and worked as a chef in a restaurant on the street behind the theater where Cheng Jiang worked.Their rental house was small, and the only thing that impressed Cheng Jiang was that there was a transparent glass window on the wall between the two bedrooms that could not be opened.At first, the glass on the side of Cheng Jiang’s room was covered with old newspapers, until one day the glass shattered for unknown reasons.He saw little Chandler standing on the other side of the glass window, wearing a long nightgown.Little Chandler asked him:

"Do you think a person can pass through here?"

Cheng Jiang stood stupidly, watching Little Chandler try it with great interest.It turned out to be fine.

The glass window was repaired the next day, but it was no longer covered with newspaper.When Little Chandler pinched his neck and bowed his head to kiss him, he didn't refuse.They established a relationship quickly.

He is not yet 19 years old.

They moved to another one-bedroom rental the year after they officially got together.Cheng Jiang remembered that Little Chandler spread out the dark yellow striped sheets and unbuttoned his jacket. "Sex," he said, "we were given this function to make people happy." Little Chandler had experience and he didn't, so Little Chandler did what he said.Sex brought another kind of strange and subtle pain, but he didn't mention his own feelings, and only tried his best to cooperate with little Chandler.

The latter is still often unhappy.

"You make me feel like I'm raping a corpse," he said, pulling himself on roughly.

"I'm sorry." Cheng Jiang said, "I will pay attention next time."

He slowly pulled up the sheet, covering his face as neatly as possible, as if covering a dead body meticulously.At the same time he became absent-minded, wondering if Little Chandler still thought the last four or ten minutes were fun.

Happiness is an equally delicate word. If it had to be used as a dividing line, Cheng Jiang would not think how happy his life was.He was a little dizzy, but he wasn't going to tell Little Chandler that the man was such a fireball when he wasn't happy.He just lay quietly under the thin sheet, listening to Little Chandler continue to put on his pants and shoes, and quickly disappeared from the door.

The brown door slammed against the wall, and the curtains on the glass window behind him trembled slightly.

Cheng Jiang lifted the quilt and got out of bed slowly, his delicate and expressionless face was reflected on the window glass.He saw Little Chandler's unbuttoned brown coat fluttering like a bird's wing, farther and farther away.

This is his love.It was the only love he had ever had, and he didn't know what other loves were like.He thought they were going to live like this forever.It didn't matter that Little Chandler was swearing impatiently all day.Little Chandler complained all day and had nothing to do with picking and choosing.As long as he doesn't leave, he can bear it, Cheng Jiang thought.

As long as he doesn't leave him like Cheng Yuegu did.

But what was supposed to happen happened.

Little Chandler didn't come back for several days, and suddenly the house was half empty, leaving only a note of less than five words.

Two months later, Cynthia was born.

She was born when he was saddest and wanted her least.

Cheng Jiang has only had roughly love feelings for three people in his life, but they all abandoned him for various reasons without exception.After his mother left, he expected to spend his whole life with Little Chandler, but after Little Chandler also left him, he began to hesitate, for fear of being left behind again.After Cynthia was born he had nightmares of grown young women with mother's faces saying to him:

"Father, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" he heard himself asking feebly.

Her empty blue eyes stared at him expressionlessly.

"I'm not coming back."

He began to subconsciously always avoid her.He thought he was doing his best, but he had already abandoned Cynthia psychologically, so Cynthia, who was also an abandoned person, also abandoned him after all.He thought he could forget all three of them in the past, but what he could really forget forever was Little Chandler, who had only been with him for two short years and had no blood relationship.

Does Little Chandler know about Cynthia's existence?

Cheng Jiang didn't know very well.

Maybe he told him, or maybe he wanted to surprise him.But the surprise was gone, leaving only a blue-eyed girl who was no longer expected, born malnourished.

And as her sperm provider, he is responsible for raising her to adulthood.

His memories of caring for her in the early years are vague, except that he bought her a breastfeeder and fed her with milk, changed her diapers regularly, and kept her where he could see her the rest of the time to make sure she was alive.Cynthia often suffers from minor illnesses, but often gets better on her own.

He and her had no verbal communication from the beginning to the end, and the house was always silent, which made him always have the illusion that he was actually living alone.

He also never seeks help from colleagues and neighbors around him, because he doesn't have much interaction with them.

Little Chandler was his only and last attempt at intimacy after Cheng Yue passed away.After he left, Cheng Jiangshun obeyed his inner cognition for many years, and he finally acquiesced that this was something he was unable to do.He didn't know what it meant then: to choose solitude and be tortured to death by it.

He didn't even know that Cynthia would be the first victim of this choice.

She was really smart and saw his alienation early on.So the older she got, the less she would bother him.Since she was born, she has lived with him without a fixed place, wandering around in every corner of the T district, living in the cheapest rental house.Cheng Jiang left the theater a long time ago, working part-time everywhere to ensure that the father and daughter have as much food and clothing as possible, and Cynthia is very good.She never got him into trouble, and even though he had never been to any of her schools, he knew her grades were excellent.Sometimes he thought she was the best daughter a single father could have.

They lived in peace for a long time until Cynthia died of a sleeping pill overdose when she was 16 years old.

The author has something to say: Memories - Countdown to the end of Volume 1.

Thanks for your patience, bow(?ω?)?_?_

☆、chapter9

Cheng Jiang is not a lover of words in the general sense, but when he feels repulsive and alienated from most things in this world, the theater and the corresponding theater culture that he grew up with naturally occupy a cordial position.It was his job before Cynthia was born; it was his outlet after Cynthia's death.

Cynthia's birth and suicide are two watersheds in Cheng Jiang's life.

When she was born, he began to experience material deprivation; when she died, his spirit was oppressed to the point where it was difficult to survive.

After Cynthia died, Cheng Jiang went to her school for the first time.

School was probably a narrow but real part of the life of a schoolgirl like Cynthia.Because of the frequent moving, she has changed countless middle schools, and maybe she couldn't "take root" anywhere because of this, but among her classmates, few people remember or even know her.He was shocked to find that Cynthia had lived like an invisible person who almost didn't exist outside for more than ten years. She had no friends and had difficulty socializing.

It was only when he was packing up her belongings that he realized that she usually kept a diary.I don't write very often, and what I write is rarely a well-organized event.Her name was written crookedly on the cover, not in the handwriting of a mature girl—the name was misspelled the first time, and it was written as Crynthia.She deliberately crossed out the red redundant y with a black pen.He took it as her suicide note.

Cynthia wrote:

"When I got to the tenth count, I went to have a word with the blond-haired Jeanine. But when I counted to ten, I didn't know what to say, because I was afraid she would think I didn't understand. I counted After a hundred strokes, I still can't stand up and walk to her. I know the names of all the students in the whole grade, but I don't know any of them."

"We had to go to school football, every single one of us, but we didn't have to go off to play. I was sitting in the stands watching and suddenly I wanted to be the one who kicked the ball in because everyone was going for him. Scream and shout. Goals don't look that hard from above, but if they are, why are there so few? I don't dare go down and play with them because I know I won't be able to. I think so , Thinking about it, I felt that there must be no such opportunity in the future, so I finally stood up and walked under the stage. I wanted to ask the physical education teacher if I could try it after the game, but she didn’t hear it. I can’t repeat it again I did. I walked back and sat down, and no one saw me."

"I woke up suddenly again last night because I thought about the news repeatedly. I should probably buy some sleeping pills, because I suspect I may have a nervous breakdown."

"Should I tell him? Should I tell him? Should I tell him?"

On the last page of the written part of the diary, there is a messy handwriting:

"It took all my courage to ask him after dinner if he could help me. He said: 'Help with what?' But I couldn't say it. I stood on the stairs for a few minutes, expecting him to come up and ask me something. After a while, I hated that he would not come. I heard it was raining outside, and it was so loud that it seemed to water down the house, but the sky was still bright.

Why is it still light? "

The ink was still wet, and Cynthia, who had been sleeping on sleeping pills for several years, swallowed all the remaining pills in the bottle and locked her door forever.One of the sleeping pills she was taking was theoretically not bottled, but she had taken the pills apart and packed them in an empty candy jar, which he never found.

Cynthia was dead.

The house will be returned soon, and there are still a few days left.Cheng Jiang closed the cardboard book, and slowly squatted down with his back against the wall, the parts of his body stuck to the book were frozen together.Cynthia committed suicide.He thought helplessly that there would never be Cynthia here.It's strange: Cynthia doesn't call him dad like a normal child, she calls him father. Father, he whispered.In a daze, he stood behind the wooden stool, and the sculpture in the old church in the T district gave off a cold light.He only went to church in Cold Bay as a kid because his mother wanted to try doing as the Romans did.He went to find her hand, but when he moved, he realized that it was already tightly wrapped around his wrist, and there was a strange cold feeling of warmth.He was sweating coldly in the church, and the water dripped down the back of his neck and melted into the wall. Father.My daughter died.

This is the outcome of his creation.

There was no funeral for Cynthia, and there was no memorial service.There is only one poor little stone tablet with names and dates of birth and death engraved on it.Cheng Jiang went to see her in the public cemetery, and found that all the tombstones were the same gray and white and narrow in size, and occasionally there were withered flowers in front of a few.

The sky was low, and a gust of late autumn wind blew away many small flowers in front of the tomb.

Cheng Jiang stood alone among the low tombstones.His hair was long and blown to the front, blocking his eyes.The trench coat was blown rattlingly, and the hem of the coat was pushed forward, but it didn't hit Cynthia's tombstone after all, because the length was a bit short.Mu Feng was very cold, he hugged his arms tightly and turned his head slowly.The tombstones of Cold Bay Cemetery extend almost all the way to the horizon, and the location of the gate cannot be seen.

He didn't have the strength to go out.

Cheng Jiang finally left Cynthia's tombstone and escaped for the last time.He fled to settle in S District, which is 20 hours away by train from T District, and found a job as a warehouse manager to survive.His salary is not much, and he properly divides it into two parts.One part for survival and one part for alcoholism.Like those he always kept his distance from, he also began to drink heavily.

Don't smoke because I have had lung disease for too long.

too painful.

District S is one of the most primitive areas in Cold Bay, and there are many original historical sites everywhere.It seems to be independent from other parts of Cold Bay, surrounded by the sea on three sides, allowing the person inside to be peacefully isolated from the world, and allowing him to age slowly in the mediocrity and self-paralysis day after day, destined to go crazy to death.He pretended that the thorn Cynthia left him didn't exist.Then one day, on a whim, he went to have a look at the new wall by the sea.

Not on a whim.That day when he was sitting at home in a trance again, he suddenly heard someone open the door and come in.

"Can you help me?" said the girl.

"Help with what?" he asked.

She bit her nails and said nothing.

"Cynthia?"

"I want to go to the new wall."

"You want to go to the new wall."

"Yes."

They had already left the door and walked along the path towards the seashore.Cheng Jiang didn't feel particularly surprised or sad, but instead felt that it should be like this in a false sense.Cynthia wasn't dead in the first place, was she?He wanted to meet her demands, and wanted to prove that he was not a completely incompetent person.

"What's there?"

"where?"

"New wall. What's in there?"

Cynthia just walked briskly.

The new wall is a favorite place for the little ones in the S District.It has mottled old walls on both sides, and there are winding passages and stairs inside. You can see the sea when you go out along the main stairs.On the new wall is the same rough spire, and the low Cold Bay Tower is so short that it doesn't deserve the name "tower", it can only be regarded as an attic at best.

He walked in the new wall for a long time, so long that he thought the road would never be completed.

If Cynthia was really alive, she would be 35 years old.She shouldn't be the 16-year-old he just saw.

The girl's voice said:

"Can you help me?"

"What help?"

"You know, father."

"Do I know?"

"Think about it. Over the years, what do you want most?"

Her voice echoed in the empty hallway.He opened his mouth, and it was difficult to speak at first, but soon he heard his own voice:

"I want to... avoid our past misfortunes..."

Cheng Jiang's foot stepped on the flat ground.He turned his head as if he had sensed something, and happened to be looking at an old man with a sad face from a distance.The image of the old man flickered and disappeared.

"I want another chance. I..."

go back.

The stairs disappeared, leaving only a thin gravel road leading to the front.The surrounding brick walls were gone, and he seemed to be walking in the wilderness in the dark.

Cheng Jiang saw a light in front of him, and when he got closer, he realized it was a door.Subconsciously, he put his hand deep into his pocket, and there really was a key.Cheng Jiang inserted the key into the lock, turned the handle two times to the right according to his memory, pushed gently, and the door obediently opened backward.Behind the door is the familiar small entrance, facing a small wooden staircase with an even smaller door above it.

On the stairs stood the little girl who was less than half a person tall and wearing a light-colored skirt.The girl had thin lips, deep eye sockets, and light blue eyes the color of the sky.For a moment, the two stood face to face in silence, as if waiting.

But this time Cheng Jiang moved first.He strode up the stairs, staggering a little at the rapidity of his pace.He lifted the girl high and felt her wrap her thin arms around his neck.In the dim light, her hair seemed to glow.

Everything around him gradually became hazy, and the daughter's hands surrounding him became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into a white mist.He heard his cries no longer suppressed, saw himself 19 years ago rushing to the train station with a black umbrella, everything about Cynthia was burned by him, and only one of her was left in the box he carried The small hairpin that was commonly used during his lifetime was long, bow-knot-shaped, made of plastic, and only the length of his little finger.

With one free hand, he reached into his trouser pocket again and touched the hairpin.

He held it tightly in the palm of his hand, feeling the temperature of it melting in his palm, and feeling that he was gently surrounded by white mist.His tears were absorbed as they flowed, and he himself gradually became one with the mist.

Atomized into smoke, the temperature is getting hotter and hotter, more and more irritating.

The secret in the new wall, which he has not yet known, has been opened to him.

Go back to the day she was born.

Torn.

cloud of dust.

excruciating pain.

flames.

ember.

ocean currents.

newborn.

The author has something to say: Volume 1 is over.

The title of this volume is "NIGHT (Night)", which is the reality and memories experienced by Shou on the first night when he settled down in Gong's house. It roughly talks about his past life, which seems to be nothing but a life full of tragedy.

But Volume 2 is the beginning of his real new life.

INTHEGARDEN (in the garden), stay tuned.

Finally, there is no prize quiz:

The relevant description of Lengwan pays tribute to ""?

Thanks for your patience and reading.

(bow)

☆、chapter10

When Cheng Jiang opened his eyes, the surroundings were quiet except for the occasional chirping of birds outside.The last time he fell asleep two hours ago, he was curled up on the side of the narrow double bed, his legs moving