Little mortals' dreams come true

The lights are harsh.

The boy stood silently, staring at the expressionless person in the mirror.

"You have to laugh."

A hoarse voice echoed in his ears, and the pale face in the mirror trembled, forcing out a wrinkled smile.The smile only stays at the corner of the mouth, looking up, the eyes are full of sadness.

"No, that's not the case. You have to smile with your eyes."

The boy moved closer to the mirror, trying to find the slightest trace of a smile from those eyes, but he only saw bloodshot streaks like cracks, densely covering the entire eye socket.He found nothing but indifference, hatred, and depression.

"It's very simple, everyone can do it, and you should do it too."

The voice lingered on the boy's ears relentlessly, and the boy's hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly. His nails hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and they dug deep into his palm.He was struggling, clenching his teeth tightly, but the corners of his mouth still struggled to maintain an unknown arc.He tried his best, but it seemed that all his strength was in his hands, and his palms began to become sticky.

There was still no smile in those eyes.

The young man was angry at first, and his anger ignited into a big fire, burning his internal organs all over.

After the fire burned out, the boiling blood gradually calmed down and became icy cold.He allowed the coldness to spread from his fingertips to his body, freezing his entire heart.

The anger cooled down and turned into grievances, and the grievances flooded into the eye sockets, clamoring to fall.

"You can't cry."

That voice was like a pair of invisible hands, covering the young man's wet eyes.The boy bit his trembling lip, unable to even maintain the slight curvature of the corner of his mouth.The voice seemed to have sensed his loss of control, sighed vaguely, and said:

"If you can't help it, at least don't let people know that you are crying."

The boy was silent for a moment, then rushed to the kitchen like crazy, rummaging through the messy refrigerator.Messy food was stuffed into the freezer, and the boy opened it indiscriminately, some soup from the leftovers spilled out and splashed on the back of the boy's skinny hands.

A box of cold dishes was dug out from the innermost layer. It was bought by the boy at the cold vegetable stand downstairs a few days ago. Because it was too spicy, he only ate two or three mouthfuls and stuffed it into the refrigerator.The boy violently pulled out the cold food box, and carelessly opened the plastic cover covering the box. A strong fishy and spicy smell immediately rushed into the air, injecting the boy's body like a dose of stimulant.

Before he had time to find a pair of chopsticks, the boy stood in front of the refrigerator, stuffing cold dishes into his mouth with his hands in the cold air.

The cold dish was swallowed without being chewed, and it was roughly scratched across the throat, and it was still cold when it fell into the stomach.The stomach convulsed by the sudden violent stimulation, the boy still repeated the swallowing movement mechanically, without any intention of stopping.

The box was empty, the boy looked at the red layer of chili oil at the bottom of the box, a belated pain surged up from his stomach and filled his entire mouth.The tongue seemed to be pierced severely by thousands of thorns, stirred, and even the gums were numb.

The pain gave the boy a strange sense of security and emptied all the thoughts in his mind.He threw away the empty box in his hand, and returned to the mirror of the sink like a marionette.

The person in the mirror was panting heavily, his entire lips were red and swollen, and the chili oil remaining at the corner of his mouth stood out against his pale face, like muddy blood.

"Don't let anyone know you're crying."

The voice rang in his ears again, and the young man lowered his head, propping his hands weakly on the edge of the sink.He opened his mouth and tried his best to suppress his panting, the tingling pain suppressed by the twitching breath immediately amplified.Under the intense stimulation, the glands on the tongue began to secrete saliva quickly, and the nasal cavity was wet, followed by mucus.In the end, there were tears, one by one, falling into the sink, mixed into the pile of muddy liquid.

"I didn't cry, I just burst into tears."

The corners of the boy's eyes were scarlet, and he kept repeating in his heart, as if he was answering the voice, or trying to convince himself.

After the stabbing pain in his mouth gradually subsided, the boy turned on the faucet and washed the messy marks on his face with cold water over and over again.

When he raised his head again, the boy's entire cranial cavity was empty.The previous anger, sadness, and grievances all left the body with the overflowing liquid.

The face of the person in the mirror was covered with drops of water, and there were more bloodshot eyes in the eyes, almost covering the entire white of the eyes.It seemed that something had disappeared from his eyes, but the boy didn't want to recall what it was, and his body relaxed like never before.

A smile unfolded, the corners of the mouth were raised, and the canine teeth were playfully exposed.

If you ignore those weird bloodshot eyes, those eyes seem to be smiling.

"Yes, laugh."

Li Fan opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a dry sting in his eye sockets, he had no choice but to close his eyes again.The last "I want to laugh" seemed to reach my ears through a dream.

After a while, Li Fan slowly opened his eyes again, and after blinking a few times, his vision became less blurred.His mind was still a little unclear, and his eyes stayed on Han Sheng's face for a long time before he realized:

Oh, Ah Cheng got up earlier than me, and is frowning at me now.

If it was in the past, Li Fan would have jumped up immediately, rushed to the kitchen, and seized the last bit of time to prepare breakfast for Han Sheng.But today, he didn't want to move.

"Are you okay. You... have been crying and panting, go to the hospital?"

Han Sheng looked at Li Fan with a complicated expression and stood stiffly.

It was only then that Li Fan noticed that there were water stains on his face, and his throat was dry enough to smoke.He moved his face under the quilt, avoiding Han Sheng's gaze, and said:

"I'm fine, it was just a nightmare."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat was burning with pain.

"Your throat is so dumb, are you really okay? You should go to the hospital to see..."

"No, I'll be fine if I sleep for a while. You go to work first, sorry, I can't make breakfast today."

Li Fan huddled under the quilt, and after a few words, there was a bloody smell in his throat.Han Sheng didn't move, remained silent for a moment, and spoke with difficulty:

"I tend to forget things when I'm drunk, yesterday..."

Li Fan was stunned for a moment, then poked out a little from the quilt, looked at Han Sheng and said:

"Yesterday you were drunk, it was Lin Dong who sent you back."

Han Sheng's expression froze, he hummed in a low voice, and said:

"Go get some rest."

As he was about to turn around, Li Fan stopped him in a low voice.

"Ah Cheng, is Lin Dong a new employee? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Han Sheng turned his head, frowning even tighter.

"It's an intern introduced by Lu Qiu. It hasn't been long since I came here."

"Oh."

Li Fan smiled at Han Sheng, with pointed canine teeth and slightly swollen eyes bent into the shape of crescent moons.Seeing that Li Fan stopped talking, Han Sheng lifted his legs and walked towards the door.Just about to push the door, Li Fan's voice sounded again:

"Lin Dong... he has a nice voice."

Hearing this, Han Sheng turned his head and looked at Li Fan suspiciously, who was still smiling.Han Sheng didn't understand what Li Fan meant, and didn't ask any questions, and walked out the door sullenly.

After the bedroom door was closed, Li Fan buried his face in the pillow.

"Yes, laugh."

As soon as he closed his eyes, the gloomy voice rang in his ears again. Li Fan suddenly raised his head to see where he was, and his violently heaving chest slowly calmed down.

Li Fan turned over and lay flat, staring blankly at the ceiling, not daring to close his eyes again.

In the back of my mind, a box that had been dusty for a long time slowly emerged.The box was covered with rusty chains, and inside was locked a memory without a gleam of light, like a cloud of black mist, as long as the slightest leak was enough, it would be enough to spread to every part of the blood.

This box was born during the winter vacation of freshman year. In that year, Li Fan broke his leg and left home, only to meet that white rose-flavored kiss.

Li Fan spent a winter vacation reborn, shed an old bloody skin, and locked that dark life into this box, sank into the deep sea of ​​memory, and never took it out again.

A long time has passed since then.

It's been too long, so long that the memory has become a dream.

However, that scene is still so clear.