death office

In the depths of winter, the dawn is very late, and the climate of L City is very similar to the famous fog. In winter, a vast expanse of white fog covers the entire city, and it doesn't slowly dissipate until noon.

Lin Jia and a few friends came back from a morning run, and hurried home with their hair wet by the thick fog.

When taking the key to open the door, Lin Jia habitually glanced at a man standing at the corner of the street not far from the door. The man was always wearing a well-tailored dark suit and a black jacket Overcoat, holding a black umbrella, blocking the whole person in a shadow.

Lin Jia had been paying attention to this man for a long time, he didn't know when this man appeared, and he didn't know what he was doing standing on the street corner, but it seemed that this man didn't do anything, just stood there quietly , staring at himself.

Yes, just look at yourself.

Lin Jia felt that this person didn't look like a stalker, but he couldn't explain why he would always look at him secretly.He seemed to be aware of his work and rest time, he always stood there, waited for him to go out, then looked at him silently, and then left quietly when he left home.

As for why Lin Jia knew that the man would leave on his own after he left home, it was because he had secretly installed a video camera on the window in order to find out whether the man was watching him.

And when Lin Jia came home, the man stood there again, watching him enter the house, but did not leave, just staring at the closed door, motionless, like a silent statue.

What a strange man.

Lin Jia thought about it, but didn't plan to open the door for the time being.Pulling the key out of the door lock, he turned around and walked in front of the man, stopping to look at him.

Only then did he notice that the man had blond hair and a pair of sea-blue eyes. He was so handsome and delicate that he looked like a mixed race.

Lin Jia felt that this man looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he was sure he had never seen it before. After all, in his only ten years of life, his knowledge of the world was limited to L City and those The falseness and prosperity that can only be seen on TV and the Internet.

"Why do you always stand here?" This question was a little rude.

"Because I'm looking at you." The man's voice was nice, and it was obviously a plain sentence, but there was a trace of warmth in his mouth.

Lin Jia asked, "Who are you?"

"Lian Xi."

Noticing Lin Jia's wet hair, Lian Xi tilted the umbrella a little, casting a shadow over the heads of the two of them.This natural act of concern deepened the familiarity in Lin Jia's heart a little bit.Lin Jia noticed that there was a hideous scar on Lian Xi's wrist holding the umbrella, which looked a bit abrupt on the fair skin.

"Do we know each other?" Lian Xi shook his head.

Lin Jia looked at his face: "But where do I think we met?"

The corner of Lian Xi's mouth slightly curled up: "Maybe it's in your dream."

"You are such a strange person." Lin Jia shook her head, paused and said, "Speaking of dreams, I always dream of some inexplicable people and things, in fact, I have never seen those people. "

"for example?"

"The girl who was hit and killed by a car, the roof of an old house covered with paintings of sunflowers, two men going to climb mountains, and the house that was destroyed by fire, and the endless sea," Lin Jia frowned and told those troubled people. All his dreams for a long time were told to the man in front of him, "Ah, there is also a man who always has an expressionless face."

Lian Xi has been watching him quietly, and when he said the last sentence, a clear sadness flashed across his face.

"It's a pity that I didn't appear in your dream." Lin Jia felt that when Lian Xi said this, she was really sad.

He wanted to say something to comfort him: "Your eyes are like that sea, blue and deep, maybe the sea I saw in my dream is your eyes." Lin Jia never expected, After Lian Xi heard this sentence, her whole body froze, and the hand holding the umbrella handle trembled slightly, almost unable to hold it.

But this gaffe was quickly controlled by him, Lian Xi looked at Lin Jiashang's immature face, and said quietly: "Do you believe that people have past lives?"

"……what?"

"Those people and things you dreamed about may be what you met in your previous life."

"Maybe." Lin Jia himself could not explain these strange dreams, although he did not believe in these illusory statements about past and present lives. "By the way, why are you looking at me?"

"You look a lot like my brother."

"Really?" Lin Jia touched his face unconsciously and asked, "Where is he?" He wanted to meet this person who was very similar to himself.

"he died."

Lin Jia was stunned for a moment: "...how did he die? Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't mention this."

"It's okay," Lian Xi's soft eyes fell on Lin Jia's apologetic face, "He has been dead for a long time, he committed suicide by jumping into the sea."

"He..." Lin Jia didn't know what to say anymore, Lian Xi looked so peaceful, maybe time had faded the pain in his heart, but looking into his eyes, I always felt that he Things are still unforgettable.

"He was already suffering from severe schizophrenia. I didn't notice it in time. By the time I found out, it was too late. He was playing the role of a rebellious younger brother and wanted to draw a line with me so that I would not worry about his death. It's too sad, and lonely on the other side, I hope I can always be by his side." Lian Xi recalled many years ago, with some sadness in his eyes. "It's my fault. If I hadn't been so indifferent to him, maybe everything could be salvaged."

Lin Jia patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, you can visit me often in the future." Lin Jia pointed to her face, "Seeing things and thinking about others."

Lianxi smiled slightly, reaching out to stroke his soft hair.

"Go inside, it's cold outside," Lian Xi paused, and then said, "I hope you have me in your dreams tonight."

Lin Jia smiled, turned around and ran back home, the moment he closed the door, he saw Lian Xi was still standing there, the black umbrella blocked his face, revealing only a tall and straight figure in black.

Lin Jia felt like she had seen this scene somewhere before, but the subject seemed to be a different person, that person's face was blurred, but the eternal black clothes and trousers had already been engraved in her heart, as if she had seen it a lot Year.

Time went back to many years ago, stopped on a golden beach, Lian Jia, who had lost his memory, looked at the man with a cold face in front of him, and tried to put on a fierce look to conceal the panic and anxiety in his heart about losing all memories.

"who are you?"

"Lu Xuan."

"where do you come from?"

"From your dream."