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When he was a boy, Bo Chi once prayed for his mother's safety and health in Yanqing Temple.

The reason why he chose Yanqing Temple instead of the Catholic Church was not because the Goddess is a local god who is easy to talk to, but because Bo Chi had carefully thought about it. Buddhism talks about reincarnation, and Christ lives high in heaven. The continuation of life is more convincing.In order to make his wish come true, he even told the Goddess Empress that he was willing to share his lifespan with his mother, but what he got in exchange for his reason and filial piety was Mrs. Bo's premature death.

God can't hear his piety, and the goddess is unwilling to protect him.After his faith collapsed, it was rebuilt into an invulnerable heart. After his mother passed away, Bo Chi hadn't been so afraid to return to a place called "home" for a long, long time.

It's really too cold today.

It was very cold when he was sitting in the jury box. Bo Chi was like a traveler who had trekked in the ice and snow for too long. His eyes were snow-blind. He was talking about everything, but he tried his best to keep himself under the skin of indifference and indifference. The only thing he remembered was that he and Mr. Ren never looked at each other from the beginning to the end.

The trial time was too long. During a short break at noon, Bo Chi went to the open outdoor area to breathe. He was in a trance, and even saw a vision of Ren Shuhan.The boy was really wearing the off-white down jacket, standing on tiptoe at the other end of the colonnade and waving to him.With a secret shameful expectation, Bo Chi took two steps forward anxiously, but after a soft cry of surprise and joy came from behind, the phantom disappeared completely in an instant.

"Bo... Bo Chi... Are you Bo Chi?"

The girl blushed and wanted to greet him, but Bo Chili hadn't spoken yet, and the companion beside the girl had already said "sorry" and pulled her away quickly.They walked quickly, and Bo Chi could vaguely hear the other girl comforting her friend in a low voice: "Everyone has the right not to be disturbed in their personal time."

Well said, but really nothing.

Bo Chi thought, anyway, no one will really occupy his personal time in the future.

The memory is too long, but in fact, he has already finished everything and returned.It's just that Bo Chi has been walking outside for too long, and he still doesn't want to really go into that cold house to face the desperation that is doomed to be empty.But it's useless to escape, every wall and every garden around here has the shadow of him walking alongside Ren Yin when he was young.It was terrible.

Is this what I'm asking for?

Is this why I know that I will get such a situation but still put all my eggs in one basket?

Standing outside the fence that looked extraordinarily cold tonight, Bo Chi lowered his head, took a deep breath of the icy cold air, raised his hand and pushed open the prison door that would imprison him for the rest of his life.

When Ren Shuhan left, she even forgot to lock it.

Bo Chi reluctantly moved his fingertips away from the place that Ren Shuhan must have touched.He turned around and looked at the small building without a single light on. He squinted his eyes slightly, and the soft leather soles landed step by step on the carefully laid garden floor tiles without any hesitation. He pressed his fingerprints on the door lock, and after allowing himself a deep breath for the last time, he turned and opened the door without changing his expression.

There was a light in the living room, and it spread to the entrance, dimly illuminating the off-white down jacket hanging at the door.

Bo Chi didn't even dare to touch it.

I'm afraid it's fake.I'm even more afraid that it's not a fake, but that he even guessed Ren Shuhan's preferences wrong.

It's useless, but it's really frustrating.If it is false, it is a hallucination, then he is indeed suffering from a mental illness as Ren Shuhan said; How long will the coat that was easily abandoned here be hung here by me?

With his pockets in his pockets, Bo Chi is like an outsider of Camus in prison. At the beginning of his life in prison, which is destined to become infinitely long, under the guidance of his ancestors, he tries to pass the time with endless memories and imaginations. .

He thought of a Greek film he had seen at the end of the last century, which was just a fictional "Alexander" that borrowed the name of Alexander the Great.In the film, Alexander admired his mother since he was a child, and married his mother as he wished when he grew up. However, on the wedding day, his mother was shot dead for resisting totalitarian politics-but Alexander only loved this woman in his life.

He thought that he might be like Alexander in the future. When he returned home from the war, there was only a bed and the bloodstained mother's white bridal dress hanging on the wall. Alexander said to the dress, "Woman, I'm back", Bo Chi also looked at the down jacket and said "Yinyin, I'm back", then lay down quietly to sleep.

Thinking about it this way, the tragic color seems to be diluted a lot by the comedy of drama misplaced in reality, and it seems to be more.All in all, Bo Chi just spent five minutes and 13 seconds in his imagination, a remarkable achievement.

He raised his wrist, glanced at the time on the watch that Ren Shuhan gave him in the morning, and thought with ease in his heart: Don't be surprised if you find Ren Shuhan lying on the sofa when you pass by the living room later, it's a good thing—even if it's because of After leaving himself, he can still imagine a reason to accompany him.

But it is best not to speak out for the imaginary cause, because once you speak, it will not seem real.After all, he is very clear in his heart, because there is one and only one in this world.

do not speak.

But even the imaginary cause did not listen to him.

"You're late again."

Ren Shuhan twirled the Irish whistle in her hand, leaned her head on the sofa, and lazily looked sideways at Bochi who was covered in cold by the wall.

After hesitating, the warmth on his face formed water droplets on his eyelashes and fogged his eyes, but Bo Chi still didn't dare to blink, for fear that if there was a gap, the illusion in front of him would fall into the abyss forever.

Silly?

Ren Shuhan put the instrument aside, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and walked up to Bo Chi silently step by step like a cat, as if curious about this person's reaction, he tilted his head, approached actively, and moved his hand from the overlong The sweater sticks out from the cuffs, sticking to Bo Chi's cold cheek in an incomparably real way.

"Isn't it cold?" he asked.

Bo Chi suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

But despite his strong movements, his posture was so stiff, his trembling palms and complicated eyes all clearly revealed his humble desire to crawl under Mount Fuji too early.

Ren Shuhan squinted her eyes, looked at him for a while, and after a while, she suddenly felt blessed and smiled: "You don't think I'm fake, do you?"

Bo Chi didn't speak, he seemed to pinch the other party's braid, raised his head in a funny way, and said casually: "Well, I'm fake, you're dreaming, I..."

The words that were not finished were suddenly clasped from the back of the waist and lifted up on tiptoes, and they were stuck between the gaps in the spine that instantly softened and went numb.

Bo Chi lowered his head and kissed his lips—it was a bit polite to say it was a kiss, he was biting Ren Shuhan, and Ren Shuhan held Bo Chi's coat that was still cold, and sneered, also unwilling to be outdone.

Like a war, they must bite each other until they are bloody.

Like Alexander, they will love, be loyal to, and end at the same eternal bond from beginning to end.