Extraordinary relationship

There is an old saying that snow does not turn snow into cold. Today's snow is not heavy, and the temperature cannot be raised too much, but there is no wind on the street, and it is not too uncomfortable to walk.

Jin Shuan walked with Han Su on his back for an hour and a half, stepping firmly on the ground with every step, the front was cold and his back was covered with sweat.Han Su has grown from a doll who is not as heavy as a suitcase to a well-rounded and elegant mature man.

Listening to his heavy and simple breathing, Jin Shuan felt a different kind of peace in his heart.Han Ju has been thinking about him for 70 years, and he also met Han Ju for the first time 70 years ago.

The light glance at the gate of the mental hospital is a pure white shell sunken in the depths of the sea of ​​memory. When life is involved, the shallow relationship becomes heavy and full—since Han Su traveled back to 1950 and left his life, The more than 5000 days and nights that he walked through in the future were all related to Han Su.

It can be said that obtaining each other is the best compensation given by the Creator after they were persecuted.

Jin Shu'an thought of this, lowered his eyes and smiled warmly.

As the New Year approached, the streets and alleys of Liangcheng began to be bustling as usual, but as the atmosphere of the New Year became more and more intense, Han Su's anxiety in his heart became more and more uncontrollable.

At this time in previous years, most of his parents have returned from their travels, and the whole family has started to prepare things that are needed for the big day. All kinds of frozen chicken, frozen fish, and frozen apples will be piled up in the window interlayer. Hang a few strings of long bright, small colored light bulbs or little red lanterns, Chinese knots and so on.

His brother would write the red pairs himself, and then told him to turn the big lucky characters upside down and paste them on every door in the house.

On the night of thirty children, his mother would chatter with the family while chopping dumpling stuffing. At seven or eight o'clock, the whole family would sit around the round table and watch the Spring Festival Gala while having New Year's Eve dinner. Every time before twelve o'clock, His father would fall asleep first because he drank too much... But this year's Chinese New Year, these are gone.

Never again.

Not only will there be none in the future, even those in the past are all fake.

His parents have never traveled before, they have stayed in City C all their lives, and have never seen the scenery outside.He doesn't have an older brother, he is his elder brother Han Dong himself, and the real Han Su has no chance to help him paste the blessing at all.

In fact, every year during the Chinese New Year, he is the only one who is busy with his own business. He alone goes to the market to buy chicken, duck and fish meat. One person watched the Spring Festival Gala and finished the table-full New Year’s Eve dinner, one person said “Happy New Year” to himself twelve times in the New Year’s bell, and the last person watched the huge fireworks at the beginning of the New Year, and fell asleep in his arms.

He lived happily alone for more than 40 years.

False dreams are not terrible, what is terrible is the cold and dirty reality around you when you wake up from the dream.

Han Su looked at the mottled spots of light on the curtains, and felt extremely bored. He closed his eyes, and scorching sparks spewed out in front of his eyes.In the past few days, he almost falls into a dream when he closes his eyes, and the dream has no structure. Sometimes it is some fragmented past, and sometimes it is a sea of ​​swords and flames. of.

Being tortured like this, even good people are tortured crazy, not to mention Han Su's mental illness is not good at all.

His emotions began to get out of control, and he was bored by looking at everything every day. He drooped his old donkey face in class, as if he was ready to swallow gunpowder and explode the earth at any time. Just a joke, let him give him a scolding.

Except for the cautious teachers and students in the studio, no one in the architectural office dared to greet him now. Teacher Xiao Han, who was always pleasant, seemed to have turned into a black-faced Rakshasa.

Not only that, but he is also very annoying to see Jinshuan now. He was fine before eating in the small apartment at noon. He didn't say a word to deal with it during the meal, so he suddenly lifted the table, kicked the pots and pans, and talked. I also pick up hurtful words, anyway, whatever hurts my heart.

At the beginning, Han Su was in a coma for more than a week, and he has been fine since he woke up. Jin Shuan thought that this matter was over. Although he knew that he must still be somewhat sad in his heart, he always felt that after a few years of recuperation, he would be able to see it completely. .

"I didn't expect him to suppress so many emotions in his heart, so that he broke out completely and couldn't live anymore." After Han suddenly fell asleep at noon that day, Jin Shu'an called Dr. Song to the office, and said with a very ugly face.

"That can't be helped, this step has to be taken sooner or later." Dr. Song was really helpless for their hiding their heads and tails. "The reunion of the Qi family is an illusion created by Mr. Han. It's a deception, but it's because he can live the only means of getting down."

He paused, went to Jinshuan's desk and asked for a book, drew a table on the white paper, and listed Han Ju's personality beside the table, "Look:

Han Dong hides the most original self

A personification as a father, entrusting his thoughts

A personification as a mother, digesting guilt

A personification becomes a younger brother, assumes the ideal

A personified neighbor who is also seen as sinful, bearing fear.

Mr. Han split himself, turning the small tree with slender legs into a four-legged table, each personality bears a corner of the table, and jointly supports the weight of his life. "

"But now his illusion is broken, he can't hold on anymore." Jin Shu'an looked at the small wooden table with a low tone.He took out a cigarette from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, then took it down and threw it into the ashtray next to him.

Dr. Song felt that he was a little anxious, and patted the table with his hands, signaling him to hold on.Then he pulled the chair behind and sat down, holding up the notebook to show him: "Did you find that there is an emotion missing from his personality burden?"

"What emotion?" Jin Shu'an looked at the tadpole-like black words on the white paper and asked with a frown.

"hatred."

Doctor Song wrote the word "hate" on the small table in the painting.

"Mr. Han has suffered serious injuries, how can he not have hatred in his heart?" Dr. Song tapped four points on the four corners of the small table with the tip of a pen, "When the personalities are still there, they can spread the hatred and divide the big hatred into A few small hatreds. But now the personalities are integrated, and the scattered small hatreds are re-condensed together."

He connected the listed personalities with an arc, "The previous personalities are just like the Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons, they check and balance each other, so except for special circumstances, no one can do whatever they want."

"What do you mean..." Jin Shuan gradually clenched his hands on the table.

"Yes..." Dr. Song pondered, and then said, "I think Mr. Han has split into a new personality—a terrifying personality."

Longing, guilt, and fear have been suppressed and fermented for a long time, and finally burst out through the two overlapping fuses of parting and year-end, forming the ultimate pervert that can compete with the main personality. Those who use violence to control violence excessively hate the murderer who hurt his family, the world, and himself.

Because he hates himself, he has nightmares and self-mutilation day and night, and because he hates his own sexuality, he desperately wants to destroy love.

"Mr. Han has always longed for and feared same-sex love, so Han Dong tried his best to prevent you from being together in the first place, so even if he didn't give Han Sudden the ability to fall in love at all, you are still in the end. Fall in love." Dr. Song said in a low voice, hesitantly: "But I have to remind you, this new personality should release the six-year memory of the accident in the Han family."

After Dr. Song left, Jin Shu'an sat alone in the office for a while, and when he went up, he saw that Han Su had woken up.

Han Su glanced at him without saying a word, and was about to go downstairs with his clothes on.

"Why don't you go to work for the next few days." Jin Shu'an stopped in front of him, "Anyway, it's over soon..."

"Hmph!" Han Ju only heard the word "Pass", and immediately snorted coldly, "So what, I've already been a lonely ghost, haven't I!"

Jin Shuan: "I can understand that you are in a bad mood, but..."

"You understand shit!" Han Su flipped the cup on the table to the ground with a "slap", pointed at Jin Shu'an and said, "Without you, I wouldn't be alone. My parents are gone, and my brother is gone." Now, if I don't fall in love with you, nothing will happen!"

Jin Shu'an was taken aback for a moment, staring at the broken ceramic cup on the ground, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and finally lowered his hands, looking at his eyes a little red: "...I'm sorry."

I don't know why I say I'm sorry, and I don't know what to be sorry for, but at that stall, Jin Shu'an felt that apart from these three words, nothing else was suitable.

"Excuse me?" Han Su raised his chin and smiled sarcastically, pushed Jin Shuan away, threw off his coat and strode out.

"Don't go!" Jin Shu'an wrapped people around him from behind, and he continued after being beaten, scolded, wronged, humiliated, and even injured. He didn't care about Han Su's illness, but he couldn't let him go Get out of sight, otherwise, if you really hurt someone or frighten the students, after Han Su wakes up, you will have to live in the shadows for the rest of your life, not to mention that once you aggravate your loathing for yourself, you may really be broken. The jar is broken and there is no cure.

On the other hand, Han Su seemed to be suffering from mad*cow disease. The moment he was hugged, he suddenly let out a heart-piercing roar, crazily thrashing, beating, tearing his clothes in Jin Shu'an's arms, and biting his last bite. On his shoulder, blood flowed all over the ground, and finally he became a different person again, and collapsed in fright.

Han Su lightly licked his tongue on the palate, and a thick blood melted in his mouth. He stayed for a while, and then untied Jin Shuan's clothes with trembling hands, exposing a piece of flesh on his chest, where the wound had already Healed, but the blood that flowed out was still bright red.

"I..." Han's eyes turned red suddenly, severe colic arose in his stomach, and his head began to be in severe pain as if it was on fire. masochism.

"I know you can't control yourself, I know, I know, I don't blame you, don't do this..." Jin Shu'an didn't feel much pain when he was bitten just now, but now he looks at Han Su who is distorted by pain , but my heart was almost unbearably sad.With tears streaming down his face, he hugged him to the bed, but he didn't want the band-aid on his chest to be unintentionally torn off by Han Su's writhing.

"Hiss—" The crisp sound of the adhesive tape being pulled off the skin made Jin Shu'an suddenly startled.

Although Han Su's memory came back, he still couldn't remember where the scar on his neck came from. Jin Shu'an thought, it must be left over from the six years of blankness, because he was afraid that it would be bad for Han Su to be aroused. He has always insisted on sticking plasters on his chest, anyway, he never told Han Su the specific shape of the scar.

The adhesive tape fell off, and Han Su didn't notice it at first, but he couldn't hold back Jin Shuan's nervousness, and subconsciously let go of his hand to cover his chest, but with this movement, Han Su's eyes fell directly on the scar.

It was a scar the size of a coin, in the shape of a "G" as a whole, with a missing corner at the end of the letter - the scars of the two people were exactly the same.

Han Su's convulsions stopped suddenly, he tilted his head in the direction of his scar, stared blankly at Jinshu'an for a while, then his pupils shrank, and he pushed Jinshu'an away with frantic hands and feet.

Jin Shu'an was shocked, quickly put on his clothes and took two steps back, but at this moment, he saw the person in front of him burst into flames, and a gloomy face appeared on his face.He was shocked, and he reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly, he only caught a piece of empty clothes——Han suddenly disappeared.

Jin Shu'an clutched his clothes, his hands froze in the air for a while, then turned around and looked around the room, quietly, without any movement.

"Han Su?" He couldn't help calling softly, his eyes were filled with fear or confusion.

A few minutes later, Jinshuan, who had searched for the studio and his own house as quickly as possible, staggered to the door of the house where Han Su lived.He took out the key tremblingly, and after opening the door, there was still silence inside.

He had been here before, and the half-open door was empty, and the rest of the large open area was clearly empty.

Finally, he stood at the stairs and looked up. There was a corner in the middle of the stairs, and a dark blue door curtain hung on the top. When the light was not good, it looked like a dark hole.

He stepped up the steps with one foot, and unconsciously relaxed his movements, as if there was some forbidden place above, which inexplicably made him nervous until the hairs on his back.

When he got to the top, his hand hesitated for a moment at the curtain, and he opened it to see a short corridor. There were two doors on the corridor, probably a bedroom. There are some rice paper, painting utensils, and some easels and other traditional Chinese painting supplies around the table.

Jin Shu'an stood at the same spot and looked at it for a while. This was his first visit to Han Dong's studio, and it was similar to what he imagined, with monotonous and clean furnishings and a slightly depressing gray-toned environment.

He stopped looking there, and walked into a room in the corridor next to it. This was an ordinary bedroom, and there was no one in it, but just as he was about to leave, his eyes were attracted by the half-open drawer under the bedside table.

Because in it, he saw a blue stone the size of a pigeon egg. The stone was bright and moist. Apart from the faint light shining against the light, it was also vaguely reflected by something underneath. .

This is the double-sided starlight sapphire that Jin Shu'an's father gave Han Su.

Jin Shu'an slowly opened the drawer, and there were three or two old items that were almost as exquisite as the moon meteorites lying in it. Most of them were Han Ma's dowry, and they were preserved somehow.Next to the dowry was a stack of old and new red envelopes. Jin Shuan didn't think much about it at first, but then felt a pain in his heart—this was the red envelope Han Su gave his "brother" every year during the Chinese New Year.

Jin Shuan's hand lost strength, and the already loose drawer slid out two inches with the movement, revealing the narrow and long wooden box inside.

The whole body of the box is black and red, and the size of a fan box is not special at first, but for some reason, when Jin Shuan touched the edge of it, his finger was shocked.He instinctively withdrew his hand, and his heart beat wildly, and an unspeakable ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

The sky changed outside, the sun was covered by dark clouds, and the light in the house turned from strong to dark at a speed visible to the naked eye. In addition, there was no heating bill here this winter, and the air became a little chilly in an instant.

"Are you so curious about my stuff?"

Han Su's voice came from behind, and Jin Shu'an was startled.

But maybe because the tone was too cold and evil, Jin Shu'an felt a little trembling in his heart, and didn't turn around immediately.

"If you like it, I will give it to you. What is mine is yours, dear!"

Han Su called "Dear" rather lamely, because he often didn't call Jin Shu'an that way, and the tone of his voice sounded indescribably weird.

Hearing his giggling and twitching smirk, Jin Shu'an clenched his fists violently, and finally turned around slowly holding his breath, but the moment he saw Han Su's face, he almost died of shock on the spot.

That couldn't be called Han Su anymore, his facial features were distorted and old, and on his dry bark-like face, there was a pair of gray eyes that were turbid and hidden, and these eyes, no matter how old or how many years old, Jinshu An I will never forget that this is...

"...George Fiennes!"

When Jin Shu'an called out this name, a ball of flames seemed to rise up all over his body instinctively, and the black evil spirit permeated around the fireworks, instantly blackening the surrounding furniture and walls.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" The person, who didn't know whether it was Han Ju or Fiennes, helped the doorknob and walked inside, saying, "It's been a long time since I was called by my name. In this country, they all call me Yang ( foreign) lame."

He walked up and limped, only then did Jin Shuan realize that his right foot was a little limp.

"This leg is still crippled by someone under your hands." "Fience" knuckles the stumpy leg, "You have hunted me down for more than ten years, but you can only take one of my legs away. Is it particularly frustrating?"

"What do you want?" The fire on Jin Shu'an's body gradually extinguished, but the person still stood in the distance, not knowing, and only his eyes moved with the person around him.

"Give me my life back." "Fiennes" was by the window, the gray sky covered him with fog, "Didn't I say, mine is yours, you always wanted my life, I Of course I'm going to kill myself, my dear."

Jin Shu'an stared at him motionlessly, then turned around and took out the box in the drawer, opened it, and it turned out to be a soldering iron with a "G" on the top.

He threw the soldering iron as if it was burning his hand, and instantly moved to a meter in front of "Fiennes", and looked at him face to face for a while.

"What's the matter?" "Fiennes" smiled slightly, he touched his face, "Do you not like that soldering iron, or am I too old for you to recognize?" He stretched out his hand and touched it with his fingertips. Jin Shuan was caught by the wrist before his face.

"What's your relationship with Han Su?" Jin Shuan held his wrist and spoke in a low voice.

"Han Ju?" One side of "Fience"'s eyes narrowed, and his entire face began to deform. In the pain, Han Ju's face gradually emerged.

"Uncle..." Han Su's facial features seemed to be absent, drifting as if he was being held under water. His tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, but after rolling a few times, he was pulled back to the bottom of the water and changed again. Back to Fiennes.

Han Su only showed his face lightly, but Jin Shu'an felt a tearing pain in his heart.

"Fiennes" laughed so hard that his body began to tremble, "See? That's the relationship, I am him, and he is me!" He moved his face closer, released one of Han Ju's eyes, In a overlapping buzzing voice, they said: "Kill me!"

Jin Shu'an stared at him, and said after a while, "I have seen Han Su's family, and you are just the fear of his hatred."

"Fience" broke free from his hand, and said in a leisurely manner, "I am not Han Su's transformed image, on the contrary, Han Su is my transformed image."

He leaned against the wall by the bay window, hid half of his body in the shadow, and spoke slowly.

"I do know the Han family. Do you still remember that in a dream Han Su used to mention that when his younger brother was thirteen or fourteen years old, he often stole wine from Li Cripple? Yes, that Li Cripple is me."

"After I found out that Han Dong had a homosexual orientation, I often used wine to trick them into talking about family affairs, because I wanted to experiment with Han Dong again. You know, I created an undead person like you before, which made me Very excited, but my legs and feet are not good, and I haven't been able to find a chance to start."

Jin Shu'an clenched his fists and couldn't help but interrupt him: "Is that why you imprisoned the Han family for six years?"

"I didn't imprison them." Pain flashed on "Fiennes"'s face, as if Han Su was struggling for control of his body. It took a while to calm down.

He also said: "On the day Grandpa Han passed away, they were taken away by the people involved in the cultural movement. You know, their family background is not clean. It just happened that they were found by people who came to mourn at the time of the funeral. There are paintings at home, so I just reported them."

He tightened his facial features, and seemed to be struggling with another soul in his body in pain, "I thought I had no chance at all... But I didn't expect that six years later, the cultural movement was over, and I heard that their family would be released ...just... hurriedly ran to the place where they were held and waited, pretending to be enthusiastic neighbors to pick them up, and then it was logical...to take advantage of the situation."

"I want to thank this movement, otherwise their family would not have become so weak and let me get it easily."

"You...burned them to death?" Even if it was just a simple description, Jin Shu'an felt a lot of unbearable.

"Yes." "Fiennes" pressed his palms on his temples and banged his head against the wall behind him, but struggled to say, "I tied Han Dong to a chair, and his family One by one, they were dragged to the front and burned to death, do you know how long it takes to burn a large living person... ah... I burned his first... ah—"

Before he finished speaking, he wailed bitterly, slid down the wall, almost squatted on the ground, and his speech speed became extremely fast: "I drew a sacrificial pattern beside him, and I read in his ear With the sacrificial words, I told him that as long as he can endure the fire, he can come back from the dead to avenge his parents and brothers, ah—”

He knelt down on his knees, put his hands on the ground, his eyes were blurred with tears, but he still raised his head to look at Jin Shu'an: "But by accident, the iron didn't hit him, but burned mine instead. neck, so Han Dong who shouted that he wanted me to die sooner or later did not come back to life like you. Instead, I crawled out after being engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, and turned into the Han family and wandered around the world, waiting for you—kill me! I love you Yes, I want to give you the best!"

"Kill me!" He tugged on Jinshuan's trousers, gritted his teeth to provoke him, "I made you fall in love with me just to make you suffer, I want you to feel the pain and bliss when I killed you back then !Kill me! Only you can kill me in this world, kill—”

His words were incoherent, and his face was sometimes old and ruthless, and sometimes young and struggling. Jin Shuan squatted down and frowned, seemingly puzzled: "Since you want to die, why do you struggle so much?"

"Because, as a human being, I also have the idea of ​​survival. If I don't want to live, I won't run away in the mental hospital. I... Let me tell you this, isn't it, isn't it sure that I will die! I am really split, and I want to live I want to die again, but I also... really love you..."

Jinshu looked at him calmly. After a long time, the hostility in his body exploded again. Finally, his hand slowly touched the neck of the person under his feet. His fingers gradually exerted force, gradually, gradually...

"Fiennes" was lying on the ground and was strangled. He was extremely frightened and extremely happy. He heard a soft voice like water dripping from the top of his head, and stated lightly: "You are all fake when you say you love me, and our love is certainly not true. Existence, you don't have to act hypocritically, you don't love me, and I don't love you either."

"You..." Han Su's face suddenly became real, he was like a drowning person struggling to jump up, grabbing Jin Shu'an's hand and pulling it down desperately.

Jin Shu'an didn't seem to care, and put more force on his hand again, while Han Su's face was already full of tears.

"Please kill you, how can I not kill you!" Jin Shu'an gritted his teeth, "You have been sent before my eyes, why should I not kill you!"

"I wasted my time for a year, and my true feelings fed the dogs. If I kill you today, there will be no such person as Han Su in this world. I only love a lie. Since I am so ridiculous and pathetic, I might as well be with you." !"

"No, how could you die..." Han Su's throat was blocked by an external force, and his voice was barely clear.

"Of course I will die." Jin Shu'an laughed coldly, "I was transformed by my thoughts. After I fell in love with Han Su, I had put down my hatred and lived for him. Now that this love has been cut open, there is actually a Only rotten cotton, love is fake, do you think I will die!"

A drop of tear fell from above, like a small flame, it sizzled into flying smoke on Han Su's almost disappearing face.

"Don't!" Han Su screamed almost shrill, he flung Jinshuan's hand away, and hugged Jinshuan's body that was also beginning to be empty with a nuclear force, and felt his whole body in an instant. The black shackles of the bondage were dissipated, "Don't die..."

I can die, but you can't, if you die because of me, then I live.

……

After a long time, the two crying in each other's arms finally let go of each other. They lay on the floor under the bay window and talked to each other.

"When did you find out that 'I' was lying?" Han Su rested his pillow on Jin Shu'an's arm, rubbing his eyes on his sleeve.

"At the beginning." Jin Shuan touched his face with his thumb, "Art needs talent, and Fiennes has no talent. He can't become a master if he practices every day for 100 years, and there are many loopholes in the words after 'you' .”

"Then you still pinch me so hard?" Han Su pulled off his collar to show him his neck, pretending that there was a handprint on it.

Jin Shu'an looked at his smooth neck, and suddenly found that the brand mark on it had disappeared. He put his hand on his chest, and his own was gone.It turned out that their resurrection had nothing to do with the sacrifice, they survived because of a certain obsession in their hearts, but now, the old obsession has dissipated.

Jin Shuan leaned over and rubbed his teeth between his neck, subconsciously brushed the skin with the tip of his tongue, nothing happened.

He raised his head, his eyes were wet and distressed: "I don't pretend to be a little bit, I don't irritate you, can you completely break through the restraint?"

At that time, even though Han Su was almost possessed, he still refused to deny the relationship between the two of them. Go crazy.

When love is strong enough, it can break through the shackles of hate, not to mention that Han Su hates himself, he doesn't hate Jinshu'an.

Although if he hadn't traveled back to 1950 and released Fiennes for the safety of Jinshu, Fiennes would not have had the chance to kill his family, but from another perspective, if Fiennes hadn't killed his family, he would not have been able to come back to life. It's not like going back in time to let Fiennes go, that would be the grandfather paradox.

To put it bluntly, the relationship between him and Jinshu'an is like a circular causal chain composed of several Penrose ladders. Cause is also effect, and effect is also cause. Or did the past lead to the present.It can only be said that fate in the world is a chessboard played by the Creator, and every step is predetermined, no matter how powerful you are, you will never be able to help yourself.

Since it is established, how can there be right or wrong?

But even if there was nothing wrong with their love, Han Su still couldn't stop hating himself.

If ideology wants to be revived, it needs a strong mind. This obsession may be hate or love, or even both. Now Shu'an is definitely placed in the position of love by him, otherwise he would not Breaking up with Han Su according to the appearance that Jin Shuan likes, let alone try his best to come to Liangcheng, become a teacher, and live on Art Road.

Those who hate die for hate, and those who love die for love. Only Jin Shu'an can kill him among the existing people in this world.

Although Jin Shu'an had already told him that if he could kill Fiennes himself, he would die himself, but Han Su thought that it had to be the real Fiennes, and he was just a fake. Of course he's fine.But just now when Jin Shu'an said that he lived for love, of course Han Su had to fight his way out of the siege and live with him.

"Is it true what you said?" Han suddenly turned his head, with hope and fear in his eyes, "Just what you said to live for me?"

"It's true." It was only when Jin Shu'an put his hands on Han Su's neck that he realized that he no longer lived for hatred.He hugged Han Su and kissed him devoutly on the forehead, "If you die, I will die too. If you don't love me, or I don't love you, I will die too. No matter what happened in the past, from now on In the end, my life will be yours, and I only live for you."

"That's a coincidence, and I am the same." Han Su hugged him sourly, feeling both scared and happy, and then he saw heavy snow falling outside the window.

On the day of the accident at home, Han Su kept his eyes open from the beginning to the end. He opened his eyes to see his relatives and loved ones from freshness to ashes, and opened his eyes to see Fiennes was also buried in the sea of ​​flames. He didn't feel any pain, and he didn't know if he was dead or not. He just kept his eyes open, from night to morning, and at a certain moment, a snowflake fell from the sky and fell into his eyes lightly, making him shudder. I woke up, as if I had just woken up, and saw my family members standing beside me.

"As long as the snow is big enough, no matter how dirty the world is, it can be wrapped in white and clean, quietly, as if nothing happened."

……

After a week of rest, they planned to go on a trip on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. They have been busy this year, but like the four seasons, life will never go smoothly. Fortunately, there will always be sunny days after the snow, and the fruits of work that I want to pick are full. If the person you want to love has already arrived, then there is nothing to be depressed about.

Days, you should be happy, and enjoy as much as you can.

However, since the two of them are quite busy, they can't spare a lot of time, and this season is too cold to be suitable for strolling, so they decided to go back to the beginning of spring this year after get off work, and go to various places in Guanzhong.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Han Su and Jinshu'an interlocked their fingers, and started their first time-traveling journey.

"Old Jin, do you know that I used to travel around as 'Han Dong', and when I got inspired, I would go back and paint." Han Su took Jin Shu'an's hand and walked aimlessly on the Huimin Street side by side. Go forward.

"I guessed it. After all, if you have never been out, it is really difficult to draw so many majestic landscapes." Jin Shuan handed him a cup of hot yogurt, then sorted out a few snacks bought along the way, and put them in the in a bag. "Actually, I am the same. When I was in business, I was planning to go back to my own business in the future, but the vision of architecture is not good enough, so I went to various places for inspections when I had nothing to do."

"Actually, we are quite similar, in many ways." Han Su smiled, thinking that the two of them lived as brothers. Now Shu An Zeng was a young man, and now he is stable, while he is an introverted teenager. Cheerful, although the order of speaking is reversed, it is also a different kind of commonality.

Jin Shu'an nodded, understood what Han Su meant, but joked in a low voice: "For example, we are both dogs?"

"Yes!" A drop of water dripped on Han Su's face, he was startled, and when he looked up, he saw the sunlight forming a circle of light in the tree branches above his head.

In April of the Spring Pass, the light rain just fell in the early morning, and the new shoots on the tall trees on both sides of the road were washed green and new, but if you don’t think carefully, who would have discovered that they were at the time before Han Su crossed over? Here, it has long since decayed into a handful of fallen dust.

Perhaps time is such a thing, there is only the present moment, and there is no before and after.

Han suddenly lowered his head, stood in line in front of the bacon stall, and bumped elbows with Jin Shuan: "By the way, we have to go to the market to buy a piece of beef when we get home. I don't know if the sauce will be served when we are thirty." Can the market still have a good tendon at this time?"

"Yes, take a look at the supermarket near home." Jin Shu'an stood next to him, "Do you want to make sauced beef?"

"That's right, you're so bullish, aren't you? You must eat at thirty!" Han Su put his hands in his pockets and let out a sigh, "I also need to buy some chicken feet and pig's trotters, which are used to scratch the money, and then stew a piece of fish and scratch it back." If you have more than enough money every year, if you want to make soup, let’s make cabbage soup, a hundred fortunes..."

"Didn't the dumplings also contain cabbage and pork? Let's skip the soup and make something else." Although Jin Shu'an is not picky eater and can eat anything, he actually doesn't love cabbage.

Han Ju looked at him and blinked: "Then change the soup to be made of cabbage, the green one, and the meatballs with boiled chicken in it are just right." Two people in front of them finished shopping and left, and he took Jin Shuan a step forward , "Think about what kind of meat dish we make, Sixi meatballs or braised pork? By the way, there must be a stir-fried dish, and some fried spring rolls and sticky cakes. The living standard hits a new high every year."

"Our living standards are quite high now." During the conversation, Jin Shuan had already walked to the bacon stand, ordered a few taels of beef bacon with the boss, and said at the same time: "But Comrade Xiaohan, you have to order again, before the third year of junior high school We all have to eat leftovers, and the quality of life has not improved but decreased.”

"That's not called leftovers, it's called 'Fuyu (Yu)'." Han suddenly rolled his eyes at him, "Who doesn't celebrate the New Year like this, your big family used to cook four dishes and one soup for the New Year? At least you are a hundred years old I'm dead, I won't even pass a year!"

Jin Shu'an rubbed his head, went to the open-air bakery next door and bought two freshly baked steamed buns, and asked the butcher to make Roujiamo directly when he came back.

The hot and firm bread sandwiched the crispy and salty bacon, so tempting that the two couldn't help but take a bite in the street, then put the pancakes in their hands, chatting and going elsewhere.

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The author has something to say:

Penrose Ladder: A ladder that always goes up or down but never ends (that's the picture on my cover)

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This is my first concluding article. Although there is only enthusiasm and no level, the previous writing is still very smooth, and a lot of foreshadowing has been laid. Unfortunately, because of the poor data in the middle, few people read it and there is no list. I gradually began to feel lost. I fell into self-doubt, which led to a decrease in the number of updates in the future, and the rhythm was not stable. I felt suffocated in the depths of the sea when I opened the backstage every day.However, as the plot progressed, I gradually fell in love with my two protagonists, and even a few heart-warming little angels have not given up on me, so I still finished it, and here I would like to say thank you to the fateful little angels , thank you [fold your hands together].

In terms of writing, let’s not talk about the characters. There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people. Everyone may have their own ideas.

The story involves life and death, and it is inevitable to be suspended, but I always regard Jinju as an ordinary couple in my heart, as if there is really a place called Liangcheng in the north. As soon as Jinshu An on the high-rise building approaches the window, he can see the row of green broccoli on the window sill of the small studio below him. Han Su in the low-rise building can see a certain household on the 22nd floor opposite as long as he looks up. Sunlight reflected on the window.

As for the wonderful and magnificent fate between the two, I think it is probably a delicate snowflake formed under suitable conditions

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There may be some foreshadowing in this article that I have forgotten, and I may look for Xiuxiu later. I heard that after the end, I will increase my collection a month. If possible, can the little angel not cancel the collection for the time being, maybe I can feel it someday Once you get into v, then more people can see it, please!And after the end, if you want to rate, I hope you can give me a high score (put your hands together and shake