My mirror is fine

February 2, New Year's Eve.Although there were only two of them, Shen Zhao was still doing his best to cook the New Year's Eve dinner. During this period, Gu Xi came here from time to time to collect some vegetables to eat.Gu Xi was watching a piece of news at this time, and the content of the news could be said to have nothing to do with the festival. "Recently, a lawyer died in a car accident, which is suspected to be the work of a defendant's family..." "Xiaoxi, what are you looking at? It's not auspicious at all." Shen Zhao asked, feeling a little guilty for some reason. .Is it about time?he thinks. "I'm watching the news. Well, then I won't watch it." Gu Xi replied lightly and turned off the TV.Xiaoxi is a little bit wrong today.Shen Zhao was a little puzzled, and the doubts in his heart became more and more heavy.He lowered his head to cook, no longer thinking about what happened, he believed in Gu Xi very much, he always believed in Gu Xi.

"Shen Zhao" seemed to be calling his name in the dark, "Shen Zhao"'s voice was fragmented, half of it was blown away by the wind, and the remaining half, hazy, seemed to be a call from another world.Shen Zhao was a little taken aback, is it Xiao Xi?He casually replied, "I'm in the kitchen, what's wrong?" There was no answer. "Gu Xi!" Shen Zhao shouted, but there was no answer, the room was empty, and there was no one there, except his own lonely reflection.Shen Zhao seemed to realize something and ran to the room, but there was no one there. He saw his sad silhouette on the bedside mirror.There was a piece of paper on the bedside table, and it was resolutely written in his most familiar font: Shen Zhao, goodbye.I'm sorry I lied to you.Behind it is a large smudged black patch, and you can vaguely see the words below: Can you always remember me.The owner of the letter seemed to be too sad, with undried tears dripping from it.At the back, the owner of the letter wrote a line of crooked words in messy handwriting: Actually, it doesn't matter if you forget me.He seemed to be extremely sad, the following signature, no matter how many times he wrote it, he couldn't write it right, as if he had lost the ability to hold a pen.A smiling face, poorly drawn, for fear that the reader would not be able to see his insincere words.It was such a short letter, but Shen Zhao read it again and again, like a tired traveler longing for a sip of water after traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, even if it was the smelly liquid from a ditch of stagnant water.A tear fell slowly, and he was sobbing in pain, like a caged animal.He was a tower that had stood upright for so many years without ever getting tired, and now, he thought—fallen.Gu Xi, you still like to leave without saying goodbye so much.He thought bitterly.But even resentment couldn't fill the void in his heart.He felt as if there was a hole in his chest, and the wind blew through it, making a hollow echo.It was so cold, he hugged himself helplessly, it was really cold, hot tears could burn him.

Gu Xi, you little liar.

Gu Xi, are you coming back?

Gu Xi, you promised me that you would stay with me for the rest of your life.

Gu Xi, Gu Xi, Gu Xi...

Shen Zhao woke up suddenly, he patted the side beside him habitually, and said in a warm voice, "Xiaoxi, it's time to get up." But this time, the voice of "Let me sleep again, Shen- Photo-" coquettish voice.Only then did Shen Zhao remember that Gu Xi had already left.Standing up in a daze, Shen Zhao looked at his phone subconsciously. Today is February 2th.Strange, he held his head in pain, why he had no memory of what happened on the 13th, could it be that he drank the fragment?He logged on to WeChat and asked in the group, "Did you take me to drink yesterday?" "No," they replied.Yan Zhen silently sent a sentence: You came to my place yesterday.

Yan Zhen is a psychiatrist, Shen Zhao has no idea what to find him by himself.Yan Zhen on the other side sighed, not knowing why.

It is very cold today, and the withered and yellow leaves rustle on the branches, making a dry sound, like countless dull bells ringing on the branches, like the mysterious ravings of a witch.There was a knock on the door, and when the door was opened, it was found to be a courier.When I opened it, it turned out to be hawthorn.The memory that has not been frozen came roaring, "Brother Shen Zhao, next time I want to eat something without pits, and I want to add chocolate in it!" At that time, Gu Xi was tugging at the corner of Shen Zhao's clothes to show off his cuteness, while he nodded at Gu Xi with a smile. With the tip of his nose, he said: "Xiaoxi, if you eat your face again, your face will be rounder." Gu Xi looked at him with puffy face.He said helplessly: "Okay, I'll make it for you." Gu Xi still looked at him, Shen Zhao understood, and said, "Oh, my Gu Xi is very thin, I should eat more." His wounds that had just begun to scab were torn to bloody flesh, but he couldn't escape, and he didn't want to escape.

He will never forget the person who is on the tip of his heart.He will carry the incomplete voice and smile of the old man at the beginning, and continue to walk firmly like this, even if the summer is exposed and the winter is cold, the memories of the old man are blurred.

It's useless to persuade anyone, because he, Shen Zhao, has always been such a person, stupid and stubborn, unable to change.But no one will not be touched by his long love.

Shen Zhao picked out the biggest one, washed it and took a bite, how could it be so sour, it made him want to cry out loud.Recently, Shen Zhao walked around the house in his spare time.The kitchen, where Gu Xi used to cry and looked at him with joy; the bathroom, where they met for the first time; the living room, where they used to drink and laugh; "They" left countless marks here, Shen Zhao raised his eyes, and looked sadly at a photo, which was the only real image left by him and Gu Xi.In this photo, for some reason, the brows and eyes of the two are slightly green, like teenagers.He knew that the photos on the phone were related to Gu Xi, and the portraits were erased for some reason, as if this person had never appeared in the world, and the past days were all his own imagination.Don't you even want to leave me with a little thought?Xiao Xi.He is a little tired.Not wanting to stay in this room that only hurt him anymore, he opened the door and left the house that broke his heart.

He went downstairs wrapped in a single shirt, and the passers-by looked at him in amazement, is this man crazy?They thought, eyes whispering in the air.He ignored it, he was used to this look.He sat on the cold stone steps without hesitation, it was so cold, the air was icy cold, and he inhaled hard.There was a sudden warmth in the air, and the snow flew down. He stretched out his hand to catch it, and he felt a little warmth.Ha, are you going crazy?he thought to himself mockingly.Snow covered him, and he sat still, like a mountain.Tiny ice crystals fell on his face, melted and condensed, and the last layer of ice on his face was either snow or tears.He didn't know how long he sat there, and it was 27:[-] when he finally returned home in a daze.

He showers and eats at will.Stiff and numb, like an expressionless puppet under the hands of a puppeteer.He was manipulated by fate, he hated this damn fate, but was powerlessly under the wheel.The gears of fate turned slowly, and his true heart under the wheels was ground to a bloody mess.Does it hurt?It doesn't hurt anymore.He made a malicious announcement to fate from the underground: "Come on, turn around faster, it hurts me more!" I don't care anymore, fate.With Gu Xi's departure, he seems to have become even crazier, or, under his rational appearance, there is already a crazy heart.

He got up suddenly, and he remembered a sentence that Gu Xi said a long time ago, "In that world in the mirror, the number of water droplets represents the code." He filled a glass of water and hurried to the bathroom, his clothes were wet Also ignored.He returned to the mirror, looked at his red eyes in the mirror, stretched out his hand, and tapped the water droplets carefully like a fool.His hands gradually became sore and numb, and he almost lost consciousness. He gritted his teeth and repeated the stiff movements one after another.Gu Xi, Gu Xi, he wholeheartedly called out to the old friend who hadn't returned.

Finally, he leaned wearily against the wall, losing all his strength.The mystery buried in his heart suddenly burst out.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the passage of time seems to have lost its meaning.Shen Zhao felt someone squatting in front of him, he opened his eyes, ah, it was "Xiao Xi"! He wanted to hug Gu Xi excitedly, he was too afraid that this was a dream.But his hands have already exhausted their strength and hang down feebly.Gu Xi reached out and hugged him. "I'm back."

"Don't leave me again, Xiao Xi."

"Okay, I promise you."

Shen Zhao suddenly remembered what happened on the 12th, and smiled faintly.

Even if it's a mirror image, I'm happy with it.As long as you are by my side.

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The author has something to say:

Who still remembers that 27:[-] was when Little Mirror went out (to buy groceries). (proud)

I have been very restrained, not very sharp. . . . . .Pay attention to details.

There will be a special episode next week, which is very important! ! ! ! ! !