After closing his eyes again after more than 30 hours, Zhou Jinheng had a lucid dream.
The so-called lucid dreaming is knowing that you are in a dream and still have self-consciousness. But even if everything in front of him is illusory, he can only watch it as a bystander, unable to move, unable to speak, and unable to participate in everything, even if there is something he has experienced and what really happened.
He saw Yi Hui sitting curled up in the corner, and he was the only one in the small and cramped room.
He held the phone tightly, and after two minutes, he turned on the screen to check the time, calculating something in his mouth. After finally waiting until the whole hour, he hurriedly took a breath of warm air into his palm, and hurriedly opened the dial interface and dialed a number named "husband".
The long beep turned into a rush, Yi Hui listened, and recalled what the people who sent him up the mountain said. They said that Zhou Shao went to find his first love, who was beautiful, smart and could draw, so now It's definitely not going to be late.
Every time he thought about it, Yi Hui's face turned pale, and the hand holding the phone kept shaking, but no one answered.
In the dream, Zhou Jinheng was anxious, and was about to step forward to hug the trembling body, when the scene suddenly changed, and he came to a department store in the city center of S.
He saw himself and Yi Hui walking side by side on the road. It was after the blind date dinner arranged by the two two years ago.
Yi Hui blushed unnaturally and walked very slowly, obviously nervous to the point of death, still trying to find a topic: "You, do you like to draw?"
Zhou Jinheng, with his hands in his pockets, still looks like a young man, he frowned impatiently, remembering the first love who left him in order to learn to paint, his tone couldn't be better: "I don't like it."
Yi Hui let out an "oh", and was a little disappointed at the same time, but quickly regained his energy and continued to look for topics: "Then do you like catching dolls?"
Zhou Jinheng was very annoyed and just wanted to get rid of this fool quickly. He took the lead in turning into the department store on the side of the road with a cold face, and stood in front of a row of doll machines at the door.
Yi Hui trotted to keep up, saw Zhou Jinheng exchanging money for coins, and said in surprise, "You know how to catch dolls?"
Zhou Jinheng ignored him and started to catch him after changing coins.
When he got angry and raised his legs to kick the broken machine, Yi Hui waved to him in front of the machines that were separated by a few: "Grab this, this round head must be easy to catch."
He hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly walked over, put in a coin, and manipulated the joystick. Seeing that the position was about the same, he hooked, and sure enough, he caught it.
Yi Hui applauded and cheered like a child, and when he took the Doraemon doll, his face was full of disbelief: "This, this is for me?"
Zhou Jinheng said perfunctorily: "Well, for you."
Yi Hui's face turned even redder, and shyly said "thank you", a thin layer of conspicuous powder appeared on the auricle.
I thought this would make this fool quiet for a while, but he didn't know what to say soon after going out: "How do you know that I like Doraemon?... This Doraemon is so cute, I want to It's at home, it's on the bed, and I see it every day... by the way, what do you like, can you tell me?"
Zhou Jinheng got a headache from his arguing, and stopped suddenly, Yi Hui didn't stop the car, knocked his head on his shoulder, covered his forehead with an "ah" and screamed.
"I like to be quiet." Zhou Jinheng turned around and said to him with a cold face, "It's best to set up your home on a barren hill in the future, and no one will disturb you."
Yi Hui was so frightened that he shrank his neck, and when Zhou Jinheng turned back and continued to stride forward, he rubbed his head and immediately followed with his doll in his arms: "Mountains, I also like mountains, and I will get rich when I sell my paintings. Now, let's build a small house on the mountain and invite you to come and play, okay?"
Zhou Jinheng, who was on the sidelines, wanted to step up and tell him that this was casually said, don't take it seriously. After a while, he came to the next scene without warning.
In a cafe, they meet for the last time before getting married.
Yi Hui imitated Zhou Jinheng and ordered a glass of iced Americana, opened his mouth and took a sip, frowning in bitterness. Seeing that the person on the other side drank half a glass, his expression remained unchanged, so he hurriedly put away his exaggerated expression and asked him unintentionally. Hobbies: "Do you usually drink this?"
Zhou Jinheng didn't come to chat with him, thinking of his father's words, he said bluntly: "Let's get married."
The coffee he just swallowed choked in his throat, and his mouth was instantly filled with bitterness. Yi Hui's tears were about to fall, but his heart was bubbling with sweetness. Before the coughing stopped, he covered his mouth and said "OK".
After a while, I realized that my promise was too fast and not reserved enough. I glanced at the handsome boy sitting opposite, and shyly withdrew my gaze, and then I couldn't help but look again, plucked up my courage and asked in a low voice, "Then you... do you like me? ?"
Zhou Jinheng was a little surprised, and then smiled: "I like it, of course I like it."
Yi Hui, who heard the answer he wanted, also grinned, missing the contempt that flashed through his smile, just as Zhou Jinheng ignored such a sincere and strong love.
When he woke up, the sun was in the sky outside the window, Zhou Jinheng was sweating coldly, panting and looking up at the time, less than an hour had passed since he lay down, but three years had passed in his dream.
Raising his hand to cover his eyes, in the darkness, the unfinished images of the dream are still seen one after another.
He saw Yi Hui huddled in the corner of the hut with his back against the cold wall, dialing a number that had been turned off and abandoned over and over again.
The night in the mountains was gloomy and cold, Yi Hui only wore a thin shirt, his lips were frozen white, and his hands were shaking violently. Worrying about someone coming later, he didn't want that person to see him crying ugly.
Besides, it was that person's birthday today, so he couldn't cry.
He put his ear against the wall, hoping to hear footsteps, but the wind was blowing on the mountain, and all he could hear was the swaying and rubbing of grass and trees. After a while, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, as the tears in his eyes disappeared, the light of expectation dimmed.
He picked up the phone, calculating that the time had not yet come, afraid that he would disturb the person too often, and stumblingly pressed "110" on the number key with his stiff fingers. When he was about to press the dial, he suddenly remembered that he was an adult. The child just looked for the police uncle, struggled for a while, but deleted the number.
He waited and waited, the locked wooden door was never knocked.
When I was so cold that I couldn't feel it, my breathing became weak, and I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't even squeeze my thighs, bit my lips, and forced myself to wake up.
In a daze, he somewhat believed what those people said.
After a while, perhaps because he wanted to understand or had a premonition, he forced himself to open the text message interface, propped his head against the wall, tapped the keyboard dully with his frozen fingers, and sent a message to the phone that was far away in the capital. brother texting —
[Brother, he treats me very well, you don't care about me in the future]
As long as this is the case, my brother will not blame him.
After sending the text message, Yi Hui dialed that number for the last time, and in the rush of beeps that came close and far in his ears, he tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, and said into the cold air in a hoarse voice that was almost inaudible: "Happy birthday. "
Once again at the foot of Qingdai Mountain in the suburbs of S, the police have already evacuated the scene.
When he found the owner's house, the owner said through the door that he would not accept the interview. Zhou Jinheng said that he would buy the cabin and reported a large number, and the door opened immediately.
Walking on the winding and steep mountain road, the owner of the house led the way, and from time to time he turned around and boasted to Zhou Jinheng: "This house is really nice, it's cool in winter and cool in summer, don't you rich people like this kind of natural scenery? Come on vacation. It's better to stay for two days, what's that word called? Oh yes, back to basics!"
He went to the place to open the door, changed his face again, and hurriedly left before stepping into the house, for fear of hitting a ghost: "The key is here for you, I've got someone to clean the house, it smells like a dead man. It's almost gone, if you mind, you can replace all the furniture here, be careful, don't let the city management see it and check the illegal construction."
Zhou Jinheng almost didn't listen to him after talking a lot, and he didn't worry about what the owner said.
He came to verify that Yi Hui didn't like him that much.
He was not good to Yi Hui at all. He coaxed him to get engaged for his personal freedom, and he was not satisfied with taking advantage of it. He scolded him and hurt him because of his temper, made him cry so many times, and made him look down upon by his friends. , was humiliated and bullied like that.
What is there to like about him? How stupid is Yi Hui, being treated like that and still liking him
Zhou Jinheng tried his best to find excuses to prove that Yi Hui didn't like him that much. As long as you don't like him that much, you won't die because of him.
With this thought in mind, he went into the hut and checked all the places that he couldn't turn carefully that day because of his haste.
There was nothing on the chair, and nothing on the wooden table. The small wooden bed about one meter wide was empty. His eyes touched the corner of the wall. Thinking of Yi Hui sitting there waiting for him, Zhou Jinheng looked away in a panic, as if he didn't look, Yi Hui was not there There, it is still alive and well.
The wooden house is less than ten square meters, and there are very few things that can be called furniture, and it is even more impossible to have a design such as a hidden compartment. After confirming that the window sill was empty, Zhou Jinheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and just wanted to go out for a breath, when he turned around, his toes touched something on the ground.
He lowered his head and saw nothing at first glance. He squatted down and leaned over to observe carefully, only to see what looked like a wooden plank buckled under the bed beside the wall. The backlight here is hidden in a hidden position such as the bottom corner of the bed. The brown wooden board is almost integrated with the ground. It is no wonder that the police did not find it.
Zhou Jinheng gently dragged the wooden board out from under the bed, turned it over, and placed it on the table face up.
The heart rate that had returned to calm not long ago was out of balance again, when he touched the cover on the wooden board.
He started brainwashing again to make various assumptions—perhaps it was just a piece of ordinary wood that was left over, maybe it was a decorative painting that the owner forgot to take away, or maybe Yi Hui wanted to use it to paint the mountain scenery, He has always had a soft spot for landscape painting.
Zhou Jinheng didn't even want to lift the canvas, he wished that he would run away now, if he didn't look at it, it could be regarded as non-existence.
But he had to watch it. He wanted to know where Yi Hui had gone, and he wanted to make sure that Yi Hui didn't like him so much, that he liked him to the point of losing his life for a casual promise of himself.
After calming down a little, he took a deep breath, grabbed a corner of the fabric, raised his hand, and Gebu fell in response.
The moment I looked up, time seemed to stop.
Zhou Jinheng wanted to step back, but was pinned to the spot and couldn't move. In the gap where his breathing was stagnant, a fierce torrent broke through the embankment, broke into his mind, and washed away the self-deceiving assumptions he made, one after another, one by one. can't escape-
Raise white snowflakes because he likes white;
He often boils hot water because he does not like to drink cold;
I sleep with that Doraemon all day long because it was given by him;
Running away from home and squatting at the door of the department store, because that is where they first dated;
I bought this house as a gift to him, because he once said that he likes quietness and wants to live in the mountains;
He didn't get angry when he burned his hand and was trampled by him again and again, because he really liked him.
The little fool is doing his best to be nice to him every minute and every second. His "like" is the purest "like" in the world. As long as the person named Zhou Jinheng is happy, he will be satisfied.
But what did Zhou Jinheng do
He used, hurt, and deceived the little fool who loved him the most in the world time and time again. He left him behind when he needed him the most, and chose someone else without hesitation.
He even said the phrase "like" first. With the thought of perfunctory coping, he said it, and the little fool took it seriously. Loved him for three years.
Until he was about to die, he was using the most clumsy method to exonerate him, not disturbing him by himself, and not letting others cause him even a little trouble.
A beam of slanting sun fell on the table through the window, illuminating the painting that had been hidden in the darkness for a long time and had just come to light.
It was a portrait. The man in the painting had a high nose bridge, deep eyebrows, and a good face that the world envied.
The person with the exact same face outside the painting was so depressed that he seemed to have lost his soul. The setting sun stretched his lonely shadow, and his sloppy gaze fell on the painting, staring at the arrogant and stupid self before.
He's a fool, he's a real fool.
Yi Hui promised to give him things, and Yi Hui personally delivered them to him one by one, but what he promised but didn't do, there was no chance for him to do it again.
His little fool is dead.