Spider thread

It was like it was yesterday that Clow Reed saw Lucas Shaw Andersen for the last time.He could recall the temperature of the sun that day, it was very cold, it just passed straight through his body.

Clothed in a black trench coat, he walked from one end of the street to the other, and finally stopped in front of a three-story building.He stretched out his hands, brought them together, and breathed into his palms.This move did nothing to change the coldness of his hands.He hesitated for a while, then walked in.He was received by a serious lady. When he made the request "I want to see Mr. Andersen", she only said "I see" indifferently as a reply, and then led Crow up the stairs.

Lucas' room was at the back of the third floor. She knocked on the door and said, "Lucas, someone wants to see you." After that, she left.Crow pushed the door open.What he saw was a ward that could accommodate four people. The bed on the left near the door was tightly covered by a white curtain, while the two beds on the right were empty, with only white sheets and beds. Covered on it, Lucas sat on the bed by the window on the left, showing his profile to Crow.

"It's you. I just dreamed that someone came to visit me. I was wondering who it was, and you came." Lucas said, turning his eyes from the tightly drawn linen curtains to Crow, "So It's you." He repeated, then pointed to a wooden chair next to his bed, "Sit down, you can't always stand."

Craw took off his trench coat and hung it on a hook by the door.Then he walked to Lucas and sat on the wooden chair. The moment he sat down, he noticed that Lucas's feet were placed on the wooden floor without any barriers.He didn't put on socks, in this cold winter, in this ward that was as cold as the outside world.

"Isn't it cold?" Kuro asked, he clasped the fingers of both hands loosely, and his cold fingertips shared the remaining heat with each other.

"It's not cold at all, I'm the son of the wind, you know." Lucas said with a smile, his left hand clenched the white sheet tightly.

There would probably be creases that were hard to smooth out, Craw thought.

"How are you doing?" Lucas looked at Clow, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"It's not good, it can even be said-terrible." Kuro still smiled, but the smile showed powerlessness, "We--them and I moved from our original residence, or were forced to move Gone. And," he paused, "I think they know the lie about that courtyard."

"Forced to move?" Lucas asked.

"There was a fire, and it took the whole yard down, and we had to move to the British Isles," said Crow. "I don't know why, the fire was the fire of the candles in the stone lanterns, and it was such a small cluster, Obviously nothing happened in the long days before, why did it suddenly cause a fire."

"A fire in the forest is started by a small spark," said Lucas. "So what do you want to ask me?"

"I was wondering if that was your prank?" said Craw, with a gentle smile, "you used to like to do it because it was 'too lonely', and with that motive, you burned my house down .”

Lucas tilted his head to the right, and then he looked at the glass on the bedside table, which was half full of water. "Put your smiles down," he said without answering Crow's question, "how about both of us?"

"I really don't want to agree to this request that was made with a smile." Clow said, but he still put away his smile.

Lucas shrugged, "Maybe you started the fire, because 'you can't hide the lie', and you destroyed your house with this motive."

"I don't own fire," said Craw. "You know it, Shaw." He twisted his fingers together.

"It's the wind." Lucas closed his eyes and turned his head, as if listening to something, "It was the wind that started the fire."

Crow was silent and did not answer.He didn't notice that he was pushing too hard on his hand, which made one part of his finger red and one part white.

"What do you do with a lie?" Lucas asked. "Spend your life hiding it?"

Crow frowned, "Yes, of course...but they might..." He answered vaguely.

"What's their name?" Lucas asked, "You don't have to hide it so far, there's nothing to be wary of, I'm just a third-rate writer who can't even get out of this room."

"You are top-notch," Crow lowered his head halfway, looking at Lucas's left hand, which was still tightly clutching the bed sheet. "The friends I mentioned in the letter think so too."

"It's all in the past tense." Lucas sighed speciously.

Once again they fell into silence, which had been common in their past interactions.

After a while, Kuro spoke again, "Yue, and Kerubellos." He said, "The name you want."

"Beautiful kids," said Lucas, who kept his eyes closed, "but also sharp... sharper than anyone else... blessed by God... no, God." He broke As he spoke, he suddenly opened his eyes again and smiled brightly, "I've been wondering if we are people loved by God?"

"Who is the god?" Kuro asked him back.

"God is your belief, everything you believe in." Lucas said, paused, and then added, "It's just what I think."

Probably, no, Craw thought, it would be more appropriate to call him "abandoned by God".

"How are you doing now?" Kuro asked.

"What does 'now' mean?" Lucas asked Clow.

"The days when you and I temporarily stopped communicating," Crow said. "You mentioned earlier that you couldn't leave this room."

"Because I have a very special condition, at least the people who sent me here say it is special," Lucas said. "Most of the time there is silence, it's boring. When I first came in, I was going crazy. gone."

"When I first came in." Crow repeated.

"Later, I found that as long as I listened carefully, I could hear the voices of the next ward. Although it was very faint, I could still hear it." Lucas said, "It made my dull life slightly more interesting."

Crow listened quietly.

"There is a little girl named Xuefan living in the next ward. She has a very thin voice. She is only about seven or eight years old, and I don't think she will be more than ten years old. She has red-green color blindness and can't tell red from green bell peppers. "Lucas said, "Her life is not as boring as mine, this hospital..." He hesitated, "There is an orphanage near the hospital, which was founded by a nun named Juana. There is a pair of twins in the orphanage who often come to play with Xuefan, the names are Marianna and Arianna." Lucas smiled at Crow, "It is always lively there. And Xuefan has other patients in the ward It was a pleasure talking to her."

"Are you alone in this ward?" Craw asked.

"No, that's not exactly the case." Lucas said, "The bed next to me," he pointed to the bed covered by the white curtain, "is a person who cannot see the light and cannot be seen." The sun was shining, so the curtains were drawn. I don't know what his name is. He would go out at night and come back near the morning. Once, when I was about to fall asleep, I heard the door open " Lucas smiled, and Clow couldn't distinguish the authenticity of this smile, "It's cunning, isn't it." Lucas finally let go of his left hand, and the sheets were crumpled and shrunk together.Crow saw the scar on his palm, and felt a pain in his left hand too.

"Haven't you thought of leaving here?" Craw asked.

"No, never." Lucas said, "This may be my final destination." He sighed, opened the first drawer of the bedside table, and took out a dozen papers that seemed to be filled with words , placed on the surface of the cabinet. "After you leave, please help me contribute, you know which one it is." Then he stood up from the bed, and staggered to the window.Craw guessed he hadn't gotten out of bed for a long time.

"Give me your hand, left hand," Lucas said, "and I'll give you what you don't have."

Although Kuro was puzzled, he still did it.Lucas held his hand, and Kuro felt a burst of warmth. His hand was originally cold, and a hot current spread from the fingertips and spread through the body along the veins. "Your hands are so cold," Lucas asked, his other hand gripping the curtains. "Since then?"

"It's been that way ever since," Craw replied.

Lucas opened the curtains, and a burst of bright light shone into the room.Crow saw dust in the air—those plankton dancing in the sun, as if celebrating.In the palm of his held hand, beneath the surface of the skin, something was throbbing, struggling, throbbing, jumping for joy.Crow's glasses fell to the ground with a crisp sound.He covered his eyes with his right hand, and in the darkness, he saw the knife with silvery edges in the sunlight, the lit candle, the dancing candlelight and the palm gradually approaching it.

After what seemed like a century, Lucas finally let go of his hand.Craw picked up his glasses, luckily there was nothing wrong with the lenses.He looked at his left hand, the center of the palm was abnormally red.He clenched his hands into fists and was surprised to find that his fingertips were no longer cold.

"Goodbye, I'm going to take a nap." Lucas said, he muttered "Why is it cold?" he crawled under the covers and lay down.

Clow put on his windbreaker again, put his glasses in his pocket, took the manuscript papers, and prepared to leave. "Goodbye." After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and left the room. On a whim, he planned to take a look at the orphanage that Lucas mentioned, so he asked the lady who led him to the ward on the first floor. Is there an orphanage nearby? After a few seconds, he got an answer.The lady told him in a cold tone: "There is no orphanage in this block, but there is in the block next door. To get there, you need to cross several streets." Her cheeks were rosy, like the afterglow of the setting sun. Dyed ridge.

Kuro felt a little puzzled, but left after thanking him.On the way back, he sent the manuscript to the editorial department of that third-rate magazine. Before that, he flipped through it. On the piece of paper that served as the cover, the words "Day of Weeping" were written in a big way. It says "Teel" directly below, and the strange thing is that Lucas put another bracket under the word, like a supplement, and Lucas's full name is written in the brackets - Lucas Shaw Andersen .The lady sitting at the counter of the post office stared at Craw with a strange look until his figure disappeared outside the door.

A few weeks later, Craw received the magazine, announcing on the black-and-white cover, in a font nearly the size of the headline, that the writer under the pseudonym "Till" had died on ▊月▊▊.

That was the day Craw visited him.

Kuro suddenly found that his glasses were missing.