Chapter 62 Chapter 62

With the bed as an example, and with the stool, I began to feel a certain pleasure.My shoulders were flat, almost lying on the edge of the bed, just like that, my full posture began to relax slowly, let me take a look at my image, from behind, it looks more like a hardworking tailor.The sky outside slowly dimmed on the window, and the room returned to that kind of silence. It seemed that only the slight whistling of the wind on the window could be heard. I was imagining whether Feng, the old woman, was still in the old house. In my guess consciousness, she should be there, and she never opened the door, even if the husband and the student were in the sunny afternoon visit.My sight has never left that door, from the pair of white hands knocking on the door, and my fictional assumptions have been denied again and again.How many sleepless nights, how many dwelling moments, have I passed in this double contradiction.

I stopped writing, and I felt an unprecedented difficulty. The indecision of the husband and the student was not my indecision, but the time, and the people and things in the story.You see, the story doesn't scroll forward now, so I feel powerless.And not far from me, I can see that the professor's thinking is flowing and unimpeded, which is enviable.I stared at his figure for a long time, and I found that he really looks like my father.Especially his broad shoulders. I was in a daze, looking away at the professor, but the professor didn't notice my gaze. In fact, I didn't get the story rolling until dusk.I really felt powerless, and it was the first time I realized that the reality of the story can be so hard and stubborn sometimes.This was both unexpected and expected.I had to temporarily interrupt those, those lights, those walking characters, so that they stopped, standing in the wilderness of the story and no longer easily move half a step.

Probably in order to seek some kind of turning point, my wandering started at this time, of course it was driven by curiosity.I still remember the world in the crack of the wall, the courtyard, house, and patio with noisy voices and heavy footsteps.I was looking for the passage leading there. In fact, I have been searching for a long time but have not found it. In my doubts, I constantly analyzed and judged, and I was very stubborn about the existence of the passage.I conclude that it exists, but it is relatively hidden and unknown.The more certain I am of its existence, the less my enthusiasm will wane.I wandered around the hotel, acting suspicious even to myself, but I told those people over and over again that I was looking for someone, which of course was my prevarication.I won't announce it to everyone until I figure it out.Every time there is a suspicious door, I have to knock and pull, hoping that there will be a light of surprise in front of me, and sometimes I have hallucinations myself.

…After the door was opened, the light from the courtyard over there almost shone here, and people walked hesitantly on the grass. The brick and stone road was whitened by the sun, and the grass was shining golden... Who are you looking for?A fat man opened the door and he asked me.There were two or three other people in the room. They sat on the bed and stared at me, while I scanned the corners of the room to see if there were any suspicious doors or door openings.The glass windows on the south side were open, night had fallen on them, and the lights of the room shone on the window panes, giving off a chill.

On the wall in the southeast corner, where a long garment hung, there was a nail driven deep into the wall.I am familiar with it, and I know it, because it is in every room to facilitate the needs of travelers to hang their coats and hats. The fat man felt a little displeased with my gaze, and he asked me who I was looking for, so I had to lie temporarily, saying that I was looking for my friend, and I didn't know where he was. Those three people chattered a few words on the bed, I didn't hear clearly, what I heard clearly was the bang of the door, and what the fat man said, there is no friend of yours here.Neuropathy--

The words dangled like a dagger stuck in the door. Almost all my searches ended in this way. I found no suspicious things in countless doors. Some people were like fat people, scolded me loudly, and even pushed me out forcibly before I even said a word. It was relatively better, with a gentler attitude. They asked me what I was looking for, and after asking clearly, I was invited out.Some could even see my intentions. They almost leaned on the door frame and said, it seems that your eyes are not losing friends, but something.Just after this sentence, I heard someone say a word very loudly, and the voice inside said, I lost my soul.This sentence touched my heart, and just like that, I stopped looking for that passage.I kept convincing myself to forget it, to forget it.When I got to the room, I was still undecided.One door after another was flashing in my mind, and strange faces emerged one by one.

Every door opened is a world opened to you.I got a glimpse of some people's indoor scenes, which I didn't mean to do.My curiosity was only to prove the existence of an imaginary road, but to no avail.In the end, I understood that their night was no different, chaotic, smoky, and those people in the smog were more suspicious than I was.