[Notes on Tomb Raiders] Return to Wushan

Zhang Qiling's illusion.

In the autumn weather, the wind is a bit cool, and occasionally some dead leaves will be rolled down.

Zhang Qiling sat on the steps in front of his house, looking at the teahouse halfway across the West Lake. He often repeated the same action at dusk or early morning.

The teahouse didn't have a lot of customers, just in twos and threes. Over the years, Zhang Qiling traveled to many places, trying to find the missing parts in his memory. He couldn't remember the whole story of that memory, but he knew clearly that he must have forgotten something important.

He couldn't think of a single star of the world, the mountains and the rivers. Later, his journey gradually turned from the inaccessible place to the city.

When he first came to Hangzhou, he had a strong sense of strangeness. Following this feeling, he walked to West Lake almost instinctively.

On the edge of the West Lake, a teahouse was being renovated, Zhang Qiling stopped for no reason, stared at the workers coming in and out, and was stunned for a long time.

The old man in the neighboring shop was basking in the sun under the tree, he looked at Zhang Qiling's expression, and guessed that he was looking for someone, the old man said enthusiastically

"Young man, this shop has been vacant for more than ten years, and it has just been sold out this year. You should look elsewhere."

Zhang Qiling came back to his senses, with a dazed expression on his face, the uncle continued:

"This used to be an antique shop. I heard that the owner was seriously ill and left. The shop has been locked and no one is taking care of it. Later, an intermediary came over and sold it. A young couple just came here a few months ago. They said the view of the West Lake is good, so they bought it. Opening a teahouse, jingle-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang decoration, it is estimated that it will open soon.”

Zhang Qiling thanked him, his temples ached slightly, he didn't leave the West Lake that day, the night was full of stars, he was dazed, as if he saw a familiar shadow in front of the teahouse, but the shadow disappeared in an instant.

After dawn, he decided to stay.

Zhang Qiling sat under the setting sun for a long time, the sun shone on him, coating him with a gentle luster, and the clouds burned into a fiery red in the sky.

Zhang Qiling got up and went back to the room. On the desk in front of the bed, there was an empty sandalwood photo frame, which was the only decoration in Zhang Qiling's luggage.

He couldn't remember the origin of the photo frame, maybe there was a photo in it, recording his long-lost past.

The proprietress of the teahouse found something in the warehouse, she thought about it, and asked the boss to call the young man over.

The teahouse just opened two months ago, and a strange young man lived opposite the shop. He didn't like to talk, but often sat at the door of his house facing the direction of the teahouse in a daze. The old man next door said that the young man came to find someone. I didn't take it to heart.

Zhang Qiling stepped into the old storeroom of the teahouse, which was full of sundries, most of which were old tables, chairs and benches. Gold characters, inlaid with gold powder, but now the gold powder has darkened.

"Wu Shanju."

"Young man, this is the signboard of the previous shop. Check to see if it's the place you're looking for."

Zhang Qiling's fingers slowly touched these three words, a strange sense of familiarity lingered on his fingertips, and some incomplete fragments flashed in his mind one by one. He saw a blurry figure, exactly the same as the one he saw that night.

In the end, he remembered nothing.

Three days later, the boss came to the door in vain, holding a photo in his hand, which was found by the boss's wife on the corner of the plaque after the young man left. There were three young men in the photo, and they immediately recognized that one of them was that young people.

The owner was tidying up the room, and he told the boss that the young man had checked out two days ago.

The boss sighed, returned to the teahouse and finished talking to the proprietress, then put the photo aside and continued to greet the guests in the hall.

-

Wu Xie's eyes were half-opened, and his consciousness was weak. Before the nurse finished changing the medicine and left, she hesitated and said to the fat man.

"If you have something to say, just say it. The doctor said it's only two days."

After hearing this, the fat man wanted to curse, so he stared away at the nurse abruptly. Wu Xie twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a forced smile, and he said angrily.

"Come here, let me tell you something."

The fat man hurriedly agreed to sit in front of the hospital bed, Wu Xie stretched out his hand, and grasped the fat man's arm feebly.

"My little brother will come to see me with them tomorrow, you go to his house and take that group photo away...cough cough..."

After Wu Xie said a few words, he coughed non-stop, with an unhealthy flush on his face. The fat man patted him on the back to help him calm down, and said hesitantly

"Does it have to be like this? That's his only thought."

Wu Xie managed to catch his breath, and lay down on the head of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling

"His life is too long, the two of us can only go here. I am in front of you and you are in the back. He has a mental disorder, and no memory can last forever. After he forgets, he can start a new life. We have to pass the stick. "

"What's the deal? Why don't you think about whether he is happy or not? You are his father and you can make the decision for him."

Fatty's last words are very familiar. In the past, when the fatty teased the little brother, when Wu Xie stopped the fatty from talking nonsense, the fatty scolded Wu Xie like that.

There is a dim light in Wu Xie's eyes

"After so many years, don't you know him? You'd rather stab yourself than others if you have a knife. Let's just do it."

The fat man held back his red eyes. He tucked up the quilt for Wu Xie. Not knowing how to answer, Wu Xie turned his head vigorously and looked at the fat man.

"Promise me, don't let me die with regret."

Fatty cursed

"You fucking threaten me with yourself, I know."

"This is the last thing I can do for him. If I had known today, I would rather—"

Before Wu Xie finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, blood spilled out, the fat man was so frightened that he rushed out to call for a nurse, Wu Xie coughed heavily and collapsed on the side of the bed, muttering half a sentence in his mouth.

If I had known today, I would rather he would not know love and hate in this life, would not suffer, and would not have to bear it.

-

Wu Xie's prediction was right. Zhang Qiling's loss of soul occurred on the day Wu Xie died. When he woke up again, the nurse was drawing blood for him.

"You woke up, and a kind person took you to the emergency room. He left a note saying that it fell out of you, and it may be your home address."

Zhang Qiling pressed the center of his eyebrows, his mind was blank, and scattered memories were distributed decades ago. The nurse used a cotton swab to press the needle hole made by the blood draw.

"That man has stubble on his chin and is fat. He seems to have just come out of a funeral. He paid for your medical bills. Is he your friend?"

Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand to press the cotton swab. He felt tightness in his chest, as if he had experienced great grief and pain. Zhang Qiling looked out the window, the sky was gloomy, and the raindrops fell slowly on the glass, and soon became hazy. color, he was stunned for a moment

"No."

-

Zhang Qiling didn't know how he got out of the passage. At the beginning of the hallucination, he had already noticed that the picture was unreal, but he didn't leave. He followed the hallucination and experienced scenes after scenes, just like watching an old movie.

After the hallucination dissipated, Zhang Qiling's thoughts seemed to wander outside his body. He looked down at his hands and found that his fingers were trembling slightly.

It turns out that what he fears the most is not death.

but forget.

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The author has something to say:

After finishing writing, the child will be fooled by the knife T^T

It's okay, as cruel as the illusion is, the reality is as sweet as it is!

20 words, the number of chapters is also very auspicious, Sahua~