please don't hold your breath waiting for me

10

When sitting in that classroom again, Lin Sheng touched the shadow of Xiong Pei lying on his desk with his hand.

A person's life is not without any obsessions.

Lin Sheng looked at the shadow in his hand

He knew that his time had been reset and turned backwards again.

If some feelings cannot be cultivated, and some deliberate approach is just a kind of artificial injury, then should we be so eager to shorten the distance between the two parties? Lin Sheng looked at his fingers without saying a word.

The delusion is hard to break, the obsession is too deep, and the noise of the past looks real. All the scenes, characters, dialogues, colors, and smells seem to come alive again.

But he knew that none of this would be real, it was just the abrupt end of reality, the ambiguity created by virtualization.

Only then did he seem to have such a weightless stubborn and empty obsession, like a sigh.

When Xiong Pei looked over with fluorescent eyes, Lin Sheng pinched his fingertips, there was nothing here, he said to himself, stop looking over.

I can't give you anything, Lin Sheng pressed the tip of the pen with his fingertips, oozing blood full of lifelessness.

Somatosensory, or somatosensory, is touch, pressure, temperature, pain, and proprioception.

The sense of body without consciousness has become the only real thing in such a dream.

Until he accidentally touched Xiong Pei's hand, the back of his hand suddenly seemed to faint with a mist like frost, and he discovered that it was cold.

Lin Sheng almost forgot how many years he hadn't felt warm.It turned out that Liang was like this, he gently held Xiong Pei's hand back, and he could feel this feeling like little frost flowers blooming in his hand.

Perhaps even in this virtual dream, what is more real to him than the physical sensation is that he still cares about whether Xiong Pei's hands are cold or not.

The person in front of "Lin Sheng" called his name, as if after the gunshot passed through his chest, he sat back on this chair and had just waited for him for 5 minutes.

After covering Xiong Pei's body with his coat, he looked at the paper in his hand, and endured alone the heart in his lower chest being howled by the wind, leaving behind those violent and restless hollow sounds.

I have no future.

And what people fear most is that they seem to have enough time for everything.

That night they walked this road for a long time one after the other, Xiong Pei couldn't help but speak when he looked at the person in front of him.

"Lin Sheng" Xiong Pei lowered his head for a long time, "...can I have your future? Or let my future have you." His voice was so exhausted that it seemed to put other things together Broken together.

"No." Lin Sheng stood there with a stiff body, as if the dead were stopped by the partition wall.

Surrounded by such silence, indifference can make people uneasy.

With the expected answer, Xiong Pei naturally smiled to cheer himself up.

On the way back alone, Xiong Pei looked at the shadow under his feet, but suddenly began to deeply doubt whether he really did not deserve to have a lifelong relationship, like a person suffering from hunger and cold in winter, begging for a love that is as warm as a fire. Isn't it just a futile illusion?

I can't always see through the world of life, suddenly like a traveler from afar, rather than going to the poor and falling to the underworld.

He looked at his lonely shadow and waved at it. In this life, he was only accompanied by this dark patch of color.

He smiled and sighed deeply, like a broken-hearted smoker, drugging his misfortune with nicotine.

As in the past, when Xiong Pei arrived home, the little light in the darkness lit up again, illuminating the shadow that had been hiding downstairs.

Lin Sheng, who was standing below, looked at the square grid, staying in the position that had been set up by the rules long ago, emitting a temperature that is only suitable for people to watch from a distance.And under the light, he seemed to have stood there thousands of times.