The raindrops hit the car windows, and the wipers swept out a blur of water marks. The light from the headlights was drowned out by the heavy rain, leaving only a shadow, and the flashing road signs quickly retreated, like terrifying ghosts.
"Shen Jiankun, tell me clearly!"
The voice was loud, familiar, and full of anger. His body trembled slightly, and his eyes were pitch black and cold.
"I said, we can repay the money together! There is news that the stamp duty will be imminent..."
The wheels slammed over the speed bumps, and the bumps were accompanied by squeaking rubber.
"Can't play? What do you mean?!"
Clenching the phone tightly, the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the car.
"3 years old? I'm not 3 years old?! You fucking have a younger brother!... Don't fucking talk about Song Bureau, don't fucking talk about that money, you tell me! You fucking tell me the truth !!"
The roar was replaced by a whisper, soft and painful, full of apology... Dudu blind sound rang in my ears.
Something slipped from the eye socket, and a bright light suddenly penetrated the rain curtain, penetrated the haze in front of him, and hit him straight. There were screams in the ears, and the tires slipped and screamed, the glass shattered in an instant, the iron bars were inserted into the skull, the knees and ribs were crushed and torn, and the pain was overwhelming.
"woo..."
With a slight tremor, Chen Yuanming opened his eyes. The pain was so real, it was like a shadow, and cold sweat ran down his back, soaking his clothes. He was panting hard, trying to escape from the nightmare, but the heavy quilt pressed him like a boulder, and he couldn't even move his fingertips. .
He panted for a long time, letting the pain sweep through him until two other voices came from the silence. One deep and one shallow, two breathing sounds. The heavy one snorted slightly, smacking his mouth from time to time, his teeth rubbed slightly, and the other was much softer, just snorting steadily, breathing in and out, as peaceful and quiet as any person who fell into a sweet dream. Accompanied by these two voices, Chen Yuanming finally relaxed his body and escaped from the nightmare.
As I imagined, the pain had all faded away, leaving only the sticky and sweaty feeling. The autumn clothes and johns were all soaked through, and the body was as cold as immersed in ice water. After hesitating for a while, Chen Yuanming put his hand into the quilt and took off his clothes slowly. It's early January, and it's already past the warm season, but there's no warmth in the room. The cold wind swept in through the cracks in the windows and swept the face. It's old cotton, thick and heavy, and it doesn't always get hot, and it's a torment to be soaked in cold sweat again.
Under the influence of the cold, the brain gradually regained clarity, but the movements became slower. This room is only about ten square meters. The small bed under me is squeezed into the corner by the window, and it is only three or four steps away from the other large bed. If I accidentally wake up two people on the bed. The autumn clothes are very wide, but when they are taken off, the neckline still rubs against the gauze bandage on the head, which brings a real pain. Chen Yuanming didn't make any sound, and gently put the two wet clothes on the pillow.
The moonlight came in through the thin curtains, and the bright silver light like a street lamp shone down on the pillow, reflecting a thin arm. The complexion is a little dark, there is almost no flesh on the wrist bones, the fingers are very long, and the middle knuckles are dry and bulging. Only from here can I see the appearance of an adult. Looking at this hand, Chen Yuanming was a little dazed. In his impression, this hand should be large and strong, with blue veins on the back of the hand, because the joints were deformed due to labor in the early years... It should have been a man's hand, not a boy.
The cold wind burrowed into the quilt along his elbows, making the bed that was not warm and cold. There was a rustling sound from the buckwheat hull pillow, pressing hard against the wound on the top of the head. Chen Yuanming slowly retracted his hand and tucked the quilt tightly. It's been the seventh day, and since the fight, there are suddenly many things in my head, many people, on the contrary, everything around me has become unfamiliar, as distant and vague as if they had been away for decades. He once thought that he had been beaten to the head and suffered from some kind of mental illness, but the continuous and extremely real nightmares made him unable to deceive himself anymore.
In the dream, it was a car accident. Slow down again and again, accurate to the second tragic car accident. He can still clearly remember that he was driving an oyster gray Audi a6l, and he was driving along the 318 National Road to the Chengdu-Chongqing Expressway. , that heavy rain, that stalled lorry ruined everything. In the car accident, he died, not even the whole body was left.
Yet everything is so absurd. Because now, right now, is 1991.
In this era, there should be no Audi, no "FAW-Volkswagen", no such terms as "318 National Road" and "Chengdu Expressway" in his memory. But the memory in his mind was so vivid, so creepy that he seemed to have finished his life, just like an old tape that was quickly reversed back to side A.
What deviates from the normal trajectory and makes him fall into endless nightmares, who is dying? Is it himself? If that's true, who are you now
The thoughts in his mind were overflowing, and the wound on his head was throbbing. In this pain and confusion, Chen Yuanming slowly curled up and closed his eyes.
The author has something to say: Note: On February 6, 1991, FAW and Volkswagen of Germany jointly established FAW-Volkswagen, and Audi a6l was produced in 25 years.
The Chengdu-Chongqing Expressway opened to traffic in 1995.
hehe~~ the nest is back again! This time, the truth is to be reborn, and the textual research still exists, but since I am not a financial professional at all, if there is any unreliable mistake, it is all wrong! (escape
In addition, this article will involve some real companies and people's names. Those nests in China will be replaced by pseudonyms, and they will be used abroad.
ps, the title and copy are incompetent again qaq who will save the nest! ! ! ! 【Tears