Wintering

Mo Dong woke up from the dream.

He pressed his heart that was throbbing with extreme fear, and stared wide-eyed in the darkness.

Painful gasps echoed in the silent room.

"It's disgusting, Mo Dong, you're disgusting." The disgusted voice of the man in the dream just now kept echoing in his mind, "I really regret knowing you."

Almost nervously, he kept repeating what Chen Yue had said to him in his dream.

"Rats in the gutter."

"Cockroaches in the corner."

"What are you thinking about, you monster?"

"Why do people like you live in this world and make garbage?"

"Why don't you die?"

……

In the end, he couldn't tell whether these words were in a dream just now, or whether they had been hidden in his brain long ago, like a tumor, which developed to a certain extent and would explode on a large scale at the right time come out.

Mo Dong murmured for a long time in the empty room by himself, until he was tired, and then slowly lay down again, pulled off the quilt, and buried himself tightly in the airtight quilt.

After he walked out of the airport that day, he dragged his suitcase and wandered on the street for a long time. A taxi stopped in front of him and took him to a nearby station.

A van was parked next to the station, and a man was standing by the door, and after a few glances at him, he beckoned him to get on the bus.

There were a lot of people in the van, shoulder to shoulder, pushing and shoving.He was squeezed into a corner squatting.

The car was rickety along the way, and someone suddenly insulted him loudly, Mo Dong instinctively followed the reputation.

It turned out that there was a child who was motion sick and couldn't help but vomited in the car.Only then did he dully realize that there was a smell mixed with fox sweat and sour smell spreading in the car, but he didn't think it was too bad, but he thought it was strange that the person next to him was frowning and covering his nose.

He didn't know how long the car had been gone, anyway, it was already dark outside when he got off the car.

In front of it is a noisy and crowded old alley.

The light from the high-hanging signboard lights on both sides is exactly the same color as the lipstick on the mouth of the heavily made-up girl standing below, which is cheap and corrupt.The wall next to it was covered with rental advertisements for marriage, mottled and curly, like the faces of devils under the unpredictable lights.

Mo Dong dragged the big box and walked on the street, turning a deaf ear to the charming greetings from both sides.

He doesn't know where this is, and he doesn't know where he is going now.

Almost by instinct, he was moving his body.

The Walking Dead.

He didn't know how long he had walked, staring down at his shadow as it lengthened and shortened under the light, and finally disappeared under the direct light.

amazing.he thinks.

Will all traces of the world be erased so easily?

Because he kept looking at his feet intently, he was knocked to the ground by the oncoming drunk.

He was used to being pointed at his nose and scolded a few dirty words, and even nodded in agreement.

After the drunk man left cursing, he looked up and found that there was a small hotel in front of him. After thinking for a while, he felt that he should rest now, so he stood up and patted the ashes off his body, and walked in.

Sitting behind the dirty front desk was a fat woman who was looking down at her mobile phone. When she saw someone coming, she raised her eyelids with interest and told the price of a few rooms.

Mo Dong asked for a single room, paid for it, and handed over his ID card. The fat woman looked at him strangely and said that no ID card was needed.

So he took it back and carried his suitcase into the innermost small room on the second floor.He didn't feel sleepy before going to bed, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

In the dream, he turned into a dirty and smelly mouse, circling around a pair of shiny leather shoes. When he just stretched out his tongue to lick the tip of the beautiful shoe, it was caught by the shoe. Unceremoniously kicked out.

Then a lot of words were thrown down, every sentence made him flustered and trembling.

Who doesn't hate mice?He hid in the quilt and thought.

So mice should not live in this world.

What a simple truth, he actually figured it out now.

When a prisoner who had been in fear for a long time finally heard his trial, he was so grateful that he wanted to kiss the ground.

He stayed in the hotel for two days without eating or feeling hungry.

Because he has been vacillating between taking sleeping pills and cutting his pulse.

Take sleeping pills, but he doesn't have a doctor's prescription now.

Cut your pulse, dying in someone else's shop will cause him and others a lot of trouble.He didn't want people spitting on his dead body after he died.

After thinking about it, he suddenly thought of a perfect solution.

The restless heart suddenly calmed down.

But before that, he had to do one very important thing.

Mo Dong took out the computer from the suitcase, placed it upright on the edge of the bed, sat down on the floor, opened it solemnly, and typed on the keyboard seriously.

……

goodbye.Chen Yue.

goodbye.Chen Yue.

Chen Yue.

Goodbye.

After typing the last period, he lightly clicked send.

He closed the computer contentedly when he saw the message that the sending was successful was displayed on the screen.

He was not worried at all that Chen Yue would be worried after seeing this email.

Who would worry about a mouse's life or death?

He packed his luggage, put them back in the box, pushed them into a corner, opened the door, left the key on the door, closed the door, and went downstairs.

He hummed happily while looking for a nearby river on the navigation.

The nearest river is three kilometers away from him, and it takes about an hour to walk.

He was not in a hurry, he paced slowly, and for the first time enjoyed the night scene on the street with great interest, this worldly fireworks.

No matter how commonplace, everything becomes interesting and lively once the hat is put on for the last time.

He even stopped to watch it with relish for a while when passing by the farce where the reckless man was fighting the shrew and cursing the street, before continuing on his way.

Getting closer to the destination, he couldn't help blowing a light whistle.

Passing under the overpass, several beggars huddled together, and there were several broken tea mugs in front of them, with only a few coins in them.

He was in a good mood, walked over, took out all the cash in his pocket, and put it in.

One of the beggars was staring straight down his neck.

He lowered his head strangely, and it turned out that the pieces of Jade Guanyin strung together with red strings fell out of his collar.

Mo Dong grabbed them and put them back, shaking his head and walking towards the river.