Lunch was prepared by Peng's mother.
Just a few ordinary dishes. Zhao Yuankun sat in a chair and looked out the door. This house was surprisingly quiet.
If you live in a city, people have long been accustomed to all kinds of hustle and bustle, and what you think of as being quiet is not actually quiet.
The faint sound of water flowing in the sewer, the slight electric current caused by the operation of electrical appliances, the dripping sound of the outside of the air conditioner, the mechanical sound of distant vehicles passing by, and the sound of people. They have long been integrated with the quiet. When these sounds really disappear suddenly and completely, people will really understand what is the clearest silence.
This house is very quiet, the clearest kind of quiet.
There is no sound of electrical appliances running, no human voices and mechanical noises, not even the chirping of birds in front of and behind the house.
Zhao Yuankun couldn't help but recalled, when he was a child, was it so quiet here? It's quiet, even the bugs and birds in front of and behind the house are silent
Ma Peng served the last dish and left quietly, as if blending with the tranquil atmosphere.
Zhao Yuankun stopped her: "Peng Ma."
The arched old figure stopped and tilted his head slightly. Zhao Yuankun asked her, "Is this yard always so quiet?"
"Quiet?" Madam Peng asked back, "What is quiet and what is not quiet?"
Zhao Yuankun was speechless, there was no comparison, she didn't know what quietness was.
Ma Peng continued to move forward, blending into the shadows, "But recently, there have been fewer birds calling outside."
Zhao Yuankun raised his eyes and glanced at the stacked tree crowns on the outer courtyard of the courtyard. He only felt that there were too many trees planted near the house, which was frightening. Whether you are coming in or going out, there is a tortuous and dark forest trail that runs in front of you, permeating people.
He was very uneasy. From the time he got up in the morning and bent over to look at the dark red staircase floor tiles, this uneasy feeling lingered. He was able to confirm that someone was looking at his room in the yard last night and also stayed outside his door.
Zhao Yuankun decided to buy back tickets to Wenzhou. Although the city was crowded, it also gave people a sense of security. When I came to this country, the area I felt safe shrank sharply. The dense trees, the ghostly figures, and the audible silence of the needles made only one bed seem safe.
He just wanted to shrink in his vagina, nest in the quilt, feeling warm, and being wrapped, just like a baby returning to his mother's womb, so that he can be safe.
The night came soon.
Night and day are different, but they are equally quiet here.
Zhao Yuankun locked the doors and windows before going upstairs, and closed the vents in the toilet. He returned to the room and locked the door, closed the windows, and tightened the curtains.
This is a feeling of safety. The curtains are thick and can isolate all sight and unknown dangers.
He shrank under the quilt, leaving only his nose to breathe fresh air. Originally thought tonight would be a sleepless night, but Zhao Yuankun, who was exhausted, fell asleep quickly.
In his dream, he returned to Tokyo, back to that weird night. In the corridor with a dimly lit yellow light, there was a closed door, and footsteps came from inside, as if stepping in a puddle, getting closer and closer, and then there was a violent slamming of the door.
Zhao Yuankun woke up suddenly.
Sitting up from the **, gasping for breath.
Cold sweat dripping.
Someone is staring at him. (End of this chapter)