straight to heaven

Nostalgia ignores suffering and magnifies happiness.Pei Yanlai and I, who are as cold and polite as superiors and subordinates, were once regarded as "precious" friends of each other.

The attributive "precious" is too mixed with my subjectivity, but one thing that even Pei Yanlai has to admit is that I, Lin Xiaoshan, are indeed one of the few people who have seen his true face under his mask.

At first, I thought my unrequited love for Pei Yanlai would be a one-man mime without an audience.

Although I unilaterally have unethical feelings for him in a certain sense, in fact, in the eyes of everyone except me, we are just classmates who may not even say hello when we meet.

There is no contradiction, that's all.

Those sweet moments that are not sweet to me can be explained away by the night road that only belongs to me.

But God is sorry.

My ramblings in the middle of the night were heard by a certain god in the sky. He fiddled with the spindle of fate with his little finger. An accident accidentally entangled the threads between me and Pei Yanlai.

The day before the final exam, the evening self-study was released early.

I followed behind him as usual, and followed, only to realize that Pei Yan's destination was not home.

An old alley with messy graffiti sprayed on the walls, no one can be seen during the day, and even farts can be heard when it gets dark.It's easy to get lost because of the black and white road.

Pei Yanlai has long legs and usually walks very fast. According to my normal pace, it is reasonable to say that I should be more than 20 meters behind him.But that day he was always not far in front of me.

I followed to the dimly lit underground passage, and Pei Yanlai disappeared.

The stairs are rusty and mottled, blue and red intertwined, as if they would fall down if pushed, and the dilapidated iron door is closed, separating the inside and outside into two worlds.

To say there is no hesitation would be a lie.But in the end, beauty deceives people, I scolded myself, and opened the rusty door.

Sweat, low-quality perfume, spirits, and tobacco are occasionally mixed with burning rot, and the spicy and chaotic smell fills the humid air, passing through my somewhat sensitive nose, peeking into this strange world before my eyes. corner of .

Although I knew that Pei Yanlai might not be a good person, I was still surprised when I entered here.

Where did Pei Yan go?What is the business here?Bar or casino?What is he here for?

Too many questions climbed up my heavy head, and I almost fell to the ground with the sound of heavy metal music.

I stood there without moving, but someone bumped into me accidentally.

He looked unfriendly and frowned at me: "Damn it, don't you look at the road when you walk?"

"Sorry." I didn't want to be entangled, and continued to move forward.

I was like a headless fly passing various visitors, and soon, cheers and screams broke out in the crowd.Then the large chandelier in the center of the night scene suddenly lit up with a "buzz", which led the way for my sight that had nowhere to rest.

Two drops of tears were shed by the pale light.A sunken plaza the size of a football field is illuminated in harsh, pale light.

I blinked, and my vision gradually became clear——

Two people who were empty entered the arena and stood side by side, both wearing masks covering their faces.

A sharp whistle sounded, and strangely shaped flying saucers were ejected from the other end of the venue.

Far from the speed common in competitive games, the ejection posture is more like a frightened bird.It's just layers upon layers, and the number is terrifying.

The two people on the field picked up the Blaser F3, and there was almost no time to aim, only a few chugs were heard, and the flying saucer exploded in the air one after another.

Because of the special design, a radial red mist explodes after aiming.

The scene was violent and cult, and the viscous red was reflected on the retina, sparking a pungent heat wave.The audience applauded and scolded mothers mixed together, making people so noisy that people didn't know what night it was.

With a wooden face, I squeezed to the edge of the stands.

The man wearing the dark blue mask shoots at an extremely fast speed, unlike the opponent who shouts with excitement from time to time. From a distance of [-] meters, I seem to be attracted by the mysterious beauty. eyes locked.

Am I prey?

I thought this way, and then the flying saucer flew by, and suddenly, I was shot by this person.My eardrums hurt, and the red mist exploded in front of me, splashing half of my face.

The illusion of being headshot made me shudder.

Reason warns—as an outsider among fanatics, I don't fit in here.

But instinct nailed me to the spot.

There seems to be a voice in my ear saying to me, if it’s just like this, I’m going to run away, then my curiosity about Pei Yanlai should come to an end here.

I am not in the same world as him.Those who cross the line will get out.

These words flashed through my mind, and immediately made me sweat all over my body.

Am I afraid?is a bit.But I don't want to go away.

Instinct overwhelmingly defeated reason, and I watched a conflict full of blood in chaos.

When the last flying saucer was blown up, the blue mask led by more than 100 points.

The veins on his arms were obvious, and he lifted the corner of his clothes to wipe the sweat on the side of his neck, revealing the conspicuous scar on his waist.Like a knife cut, dark brown, inseparable from the flesh.

The referee yelled something and blew his whistle.

The spectators screamed and cheered, the enraged loser smashed Blaser and walked off with the middle finger, while the blue mask was raised to represent the right arm of victory.

Unlike the winners I've seen in competitions.Winning didn't give him enough stimulation.In a state of adrenaline rush, he is calm and hardly Homo sapiens.

He put down his hands and walked down the stage.When he was about to walk out of my sight, he lifted the mask with one hand, hung his fingers, and moved his wrist a few times with his head down.

I removed my eyes from the hood, and what I saw was a handsome, familiar, manly face dripping with sweat.

——Pei Yanlai.

The moment he showed his full face, the duel just now flashed in my mind like an electric shock.

It turned out to be Pei Yanlai.

It was he who was carrying out a calm and brutal hunt.

Oddly enough, double standards are probably really human nature.

I have never faced violent aesthetics so closely. The muscles at the corners of my mouth twitched a few times, and the words that didn't spill out of the corners of my mouth were actually "so fucking sexy".

Literally, the moment he pulled off the mask, I heard something inside me crumbling.So clear, so harsh, I couldn't ignore it.

On the edge of the glaring and inferior white light, he cast a glance from a height, and his extraordinarily deep eyebrows and eyes showed a different sense of coldness than usual.

He seemed to see me.I am not sure.

I instinctively wanted to hide, lest he find my heel.But before I buried my head in a panic, he was gone.

The noise in the crowd returned to the wave frequency before the game, I looked up again, and he was gone on the stage.

This time I didn't hesitate.

I turned and left, because there was nothing I wanted here.

Back outside, the cold air rushed into my neckline, freezing my body that was heated up by the rapid heartbeat.

There are a lot of clouds tonight, sometimes covering the moon and sometimes revealing it.Right now it is hiding behind the clouds, and the cold light draws a dark edge around the clouds, making the sky a little lower.

I stomped my feet on the spot, worried about being exposed, so I took a breath and wanted to walk.But as a newcomer, facing the fork that blocked me, I didn't know where I should go.

I decided to choose by intuition, but footsteps suddenly sounded behind me.Very steady, slightly faster pace.

It sounds familiar, I'm afraid it's Pei Yan.

Those with a guilty conscience are not only in danger, but also dare not look back.

I lowered my head subconsciously, only looking at the concrete floor at the corner, leaning against the wall and trying to hide myself in it.

Someone passed by me without stopping, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.I don't even know what to be happy about.

Without taking a breath, the footsteps suddenly stopped.My heart was hanging in the air again, and I was afraid to look up.

The cool wind blew across my neck, and the familiar voice was covered with unobvious sarcasm, blowing into my ears along the wind.

"It's a coincidence."

I froze in place.

Raising my head, not far away is the shadow of my back that I have been lingering in my dreams and carefully peeping at for dozens of nights in the past.

Damn it, it was really Pei Yan.

He is talking to me?When did you find me?Do I want to respond?What should I say?

The language center seemed to be stiffened by the damn winter wind. I slowly stood up straight, and after a long time, I could only utter one sentence: "Ah... ah? What?"

Pei Yanlai loosened his wrist, the tiger's jaw was wounded, bleeding, and the recoil was shocking, but he didn't seem to be afraid of pain.

When he turned his head to look at me, Yun made way for the moonlight, intentionally letting me see his face clearly.His brows were lowered, and all the "gentle spring water" and "vast river wind" were completely blown away by the cold wind.

The point of the knife pressed against the artery, the chill and sting so obvious.

"Three seconds." The tone was calm, but the bad-tempered tyrant finally showed me his true colors under the mask: "Come on, or sleep on the street."

"three."

I looked around, and there was indeed no other person here except me and him, and my brain, which had been chaotic all night, suddenly woke up.

He was talking to me.

I tentatively took two steps forward, but had to stop again.

"two."

I snapped my knuckles in a panic, and tried to say something: "Pei..."

He interrupted mercilessly: "One."

As soon as the words fell, he really lifted his legs and left.Unlike when he came, he walked very fast. If I don't catch up, I will definitely not see him at the next intersection.

I cursed in a low voice, and rushed up quickly, but because my center of gravity was unstable, I almost fell to the ground head-on, so I could only grab something quickly with my eyes and hands.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was grabbing Pei Yanlai's clothes.

I shook and let go.

"Wait, Pei Yan is here." Under his indifferent gaze as if looking at that dog, I finally said: "My feet are numb."

"..." It is almost certain that if I lived in the comics, I would be able to see these six black dots on the top of Pei Yanlai's head, and I would be praised as "stupid" by the way.

Maybe he was speechless because of my trouble, he stopped in his tracks.

I stomped and jumped on the spot, struggling like a clown for a long time before I regained consciousness.

I looked at him and stammered, "I, I'm fine."

He didn't give me any more glances, and I hurriedly followed behind him, walking through the dark alleys full of graffiti.

The silence at the moment was unsettling.

I tried to break the silence, but obviously said something stupid again.

"How do you know... when did you see me?"

Pei Yan didn't look back.Just when I thought he would not answer me, he opened his mouth, "Did someone teach you that the stalker should at least take off his school uniform first."

"..." I was stunned, and immediately looked down at the red and white school uniform, only to feel that I really had cerebral palsy, and explained: "It's true that no one taught it."

I heard him laugh, lightly, sarcastically.

The lights and car horns of the main road are not far away.A few more steps, and you can walk out of this alley where there are only me and him.

I couldn't hold back: "You have nothing to ask me, aren't you angry?"

My response was thick and uneasy silence.

At the end of the alley, he stopped suddenly.I didn't stop the car and hit it head-on.Immediately, the eyes became sour, and physiological tears were about to flow out of the eye sockets.

In order to avoid this ugliness, I took a quick step back and blinked while turning up, just in time to meet his sideways face.

Pei Yanlai stood on the line where light and darkness meet, with half of his silhouette facing the light and half of his face sunk in shadow.

The light split him apart, something crumbling.

Can the bridge of a human nose really be this high?

I was distracted for a moment, missed the topic, and took a step closer unconsciously, like a prey lured to LIMBO.

Pei Yan no longer had that well-proportioned smiling face in the daytime,

"Do you want me to ask you, or are you asking me?" The man finally stopped using those polite bureaucratic accents to me, he said softly, "Frankly speaking, I'm not interested in why you followed me."

I was stabbed by this sarcastic remark, but unexpectedly, I didn't feel sad, but laughed viciously.

He looked down at my neck.I don't wear a high collar, and my eyes seem to scrape at the throat.

Like anticipating a murder.

"If you are sensible, then this matter should stop here."

Don't come close, don't follow, don't provoke.

I was so blessed to understand the threat inside and outside the words.

But being obedient and obedient and retreating despite difficulties has never been my label, Lin Xiaoshan.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to walk on the mountains: "...you just pretend that I don't exist."

Pei Yanlai didn't show any surprise.He glanced at me without emotion, turned his head, and stepped out of the alley with one step.

There were still cars coming and going on the road at this time, because it was not a residential area, so the sound of horns sounded repeatedly, intermingling in one place, creating a chaotic night.

"beep--"

There was a pause for a car horn, and I caught Pei Yanlai's voice in the wind.

"You can try." He chuckled lightly, obviously not a good word.

The spring water broke the ice, the river wind dispelled the frost, and I could hear the whispering of the distant mountains in a trance—but it was clearly winter in February.

? Aleph Zero

"Nostalgia ignores suffering and magnifies happiness." From García Márquez: "To Live Is to Tell"