black.Black as a blind man.The world is prehistoric, and the chaos is as black as before. There are many voices overlapping in the darkness: the whistling of the wind, the muffled flow of the river, the sound of imps flicking their whips to drive away the souls of the dead, the crowing of gnats, the singing of birds, and in the distance there are miserable screams like wolves It's also like a tiger, I don't know what kind of beast it is, maybe it's a human. Wuyan suddenly realized that it was really a human being, the howling of a person in extreme pain. Some people were more ferocious than beasts in life, and some people were more painful than beasts after death.This is the cry of a person who is tortured in purgatory and the pain is unbearable.

So many flower souls and bird souls, when they bloom, their shadows are sparse and slanting, and after death, their fragrance floats.Wuyan walks on the bank of the river, following the fragrance of dead roses, listening to the sobbing of the cuckoo soul, but sees no light.But she has long been used to seeing nothing, and she doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with it—she was blind during her lifetime. She just felt thirsty. After driving for such a long time, she walked forward in a daze, without stopping. Don't they say that death is an eternal rest?Why was her death journey so hard?

The wind blows across the water, bringing with it a gloomy, muscular atmosphere.That whimpering one is Huang Quan, right? She stood still and listened quietly. The sound of the water was gurgling, distant and ethereal. The river must be bottomless.Wuyan didn't want to go anymore, she didn't have a direction, and she didn't want to go anywhere at all—if she couldn't reach Pei Lingzheng, then where would it make any difference? The river surged greedily, as if it was eager to devour it. It could not be filled with the souls of tens of thousands of years. Even if the whole mountain sank, it would leave no trace, right?

Standing on the bank of the river, Wuyan felt the urge to jump—she was already dead, even if she threw herself into the river, it would only be her second death, so what's the difference?The sound of water made her thirstier, she was tired from walking, and desperate, she really wanted to stop and take a sip of water.Even if people say that the water in the Yellow Spring is gathered from the tears of the world, and it is bitter and astringent, they don't care about it. However, there is some kind of force that pulls her in, and she is not allowed to jump, and she is not allowed to stop for too long, so she can only continue to move forward... from life to death, from human to ghost.

How did you get to this point? "My name is Zhong Wuyan. Two thousand and five hundred years ago, there was a famous ugly girl in China named Zhong Wuyan. She had mediocre facial features and no beauty at all, so she was "wuyan"; and I, I am a blind girl who cannot see any color in my eyes. , so it is called 'no face'. Since the day I was born, the world has been dark to me. I judge day and night by the change of temperature, distinguish the types of flowers and food according to the fragrance, feel the shape and material of things instantly, and feel so sensitive that I can hardly make a stranger realize I'm blind.

I hate when people call me blind. Blind people also have names, and their names are called by people. Who would call a sighted person on the street 'Hey, stop that man', but when they talk about me behind their backs, they only use the pronoun 'Hey, that blind man recently okay? ''Do you know the news about the blind? ''The blind man got the first place in the whole grade again this time. I really don't know if she is overworking or the teacher is too sympathetic? ' It's just a problem with my eyesight, but everyone thinks I'm a monster, almost tramples me to pieces, and expels me from the earth.There are so many morally deficient people in this world, and it is unlikely that others will find fault with them in the same manner—is it more shameful to be blind than a jerk? "

This is Wuyan's diary written when she was fifteen years old, full of cynical remarks.However, after the age of fifteen, she stopped complaining, her smile became clearer, and her attitude became more calm. She wrote in her diary: "The sun is very warm, and there is a lazy feeling when it shines on my body, which reminds me of the joy of being a human being. I finally got admitted to the History Department of Jiangzhong University, and it feels like a new life has begun." From childhood to adulthood, Wuyan gave all his emotions to his diary. At first he used Braille, but later he insisted on writing with a ballpoint pen like ordinary people. Later, when he had a computer, he began to learn Wubi Kaizi.

What you want to say is first recorded with a tape recorder, and then typed on the computer. Ask Rachel to proofread it, tell her the mistakes one by one, memorize the position of each root and the method of splitting characters, and even the same splitting method can When typing several characters, the code of each character. Wuyan insisted on studying in ordinary schools until he graduated from university.But she still can't be a normal person in the eyes of ordinary people. But it is not easy for her to do this, and this is really thanks to the help and companionship of her close friend Rachel.

Wuyan has always insisted that Rachel is an angel sent to her by God.It is God's will that Rachel can stay with her forever. It may be common for two people to go from kindergarten to elementary school to middle school together, but it is a coincidence that they can enter the same school, the same major, and happen to be assigned to the same class even in high school and university. They share the same dormitory - of course, this is what they actively strive for. People almost regard Rachel and Wuyan as conjoined twins, as long as there is Wuyan, there must be Rachel. However, when Rachel acts alone, she doesn't have to be faceless.

It was a third party who separated them—Rachel was dating. Originally, such a kind and lively girl would not be pursued by anyone in college.Although Rachel is not beautiful, her gentle and easy-going personality is very popular with boys. Even if they are not in love, they are willing to chat with her for a while. And her homework is good.To be Wuyan's close friend, even if you can't figure out the homework, the two of them are almost stuck together. Wuyan has to do homework, and Rachel has to review with her.Sometimes she had the textbook read to her, and sometimes it was recorded on tape.

Rachel is Wuyan's eyes, she sees for her, judges for her, and chooses for her. Almost all of Wuyan's clothes, shoes and socks come from Rachel's taste.It was she who told Wuyan that red is the same color as fire, and white is the same color as the wall, then she held Wuyan's hand and approached the candle light and touched the wall, Wuyan smiled: "I don't want to dress like a wall." She told Wuyan that blue was the same color as the sky, while green was like grass and leaves, and Wuyan lay on the grass and said, "If I got lost in the garden wearing green clothes, grandpa would I can’t find mine; but if I put on blue clothes, it’s like the sky fell on the grass.” Rachel laughed and took her to the supermarket to touch various fruits, saying that it was pink, This is apricot yellow, this is apple green, this is strawberry purple, and in the end, Wuyan chose mango yellow.She said mangoes were so smooth and intimate to the touch and smelled so sweet.Since then, Rachel has been buying lemon yellow clothes for Wuyan, dressing her up like a mango doll, and when she feels like, she will mix colors and dress her up like a Christmas tree. It's not that Wuyan doesn't know that Rachel sometimes teases her, but she doesn't get angry.After receiving so many favors from Rachel, it is right to return a little joke, otherwise how boring would it be to spend all day with a blind friend who can't see? No matter what Rachel does, Wuyan will never think she is wrong. Even she and she fell in love with the same person. Wuyan knew Ling Zheng first. It was the weekend and Rachel had a date.Wuyan went to evening self-study alone, doing homework with headphones on.When he was about to leave the classroom, the electricity suddenly stopped. Female voices were screaming, boys were laughing, some were crying like ghosts, some were laughing and cursing, footsteps were making noise one after another. Wuyan stopped and didn't leave, not because she was afraid of bumping into someone, but because she was afraid that people would bump into her in the dark. After a while, the corridor gradually became quiet.Wuyan closed the door of the study room, and when he heard someone fumbling down the stairs upstairs, as if he had bumped into him at the corner, he groaned in pain. Wuyan asked softly: "Student, do you need help? What building do you live in?" "Male seat B." It was a boy, he held Wuyan's soft hand, followed every step, all the way down the stairs silently, through the corridor, vaguely saw that this was a girl with a slim figure and clear face under the moonlight, he couldn't help but secretly called Yanyu. In front of the male seat B, Wuyan said, "Here we are." The boy was a little distracted all the way, and only then did he realize that he had arrived at his destination. He couldn't help being nostalgic and very curious: "Aren't you afraid of the dark?" "I'm Zhong Wuyan, a first-year history student." Wuyan answered him like this because he thought that as long as he reported his name, it would be equivalent to saying "I am that blind man, so I am not afraid of the dark". However, Pei Lingzheng didn't know about Zhong Wuyan, so he couldn't help but misunderstand when he heard this, and said that the girl reported herself as a reminder to show herself. It is the instinct and obligation of boys to please girls.Pei Lingzheng happily bought a bouquet of flowers, and sent them to the history department classroom with great fanfare during the self-study class the next day. Although it was only carnations, not roses, it still caused a small sensation. When he stood in front of Wuyan, he still didn't realize that there was any difference in this girl. If you look at her clearly under the sun, her face is a little expressionless, but her eyes are bright and she is indeed a beauty. Ling Zheng said: "Thank you for saving my life last night. You saved me from the darkness and gave me a chance to see the light again. Ah, you are my Prometheus, and you are my Moonlight Goddess." His exaggerated performance caused a roar of laughter.Wuyan was also smiling, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes, she choked up and said, "Thank you, this is the first time I collect flowers, thank you." She leaned her face on the flowers and sniffed them gently, taking the opportunity to wipe them off tears. It was only then that Ling Zheng realized something was wrong. He looked around for help, and heard snickers coming from all around.It was the short-haired girl next to Wuyan who came to the rescue. She smiled softly and naturally invited, "How about going out for a cup of ice cream?" While eating ice, Ling Zheng and Wuyan chatted very enthusiastically, but his eyes couldn't reach the ground, he was really not used to this - when communicating with a person, his eyes couldn't communicate. It was Rachel who caught his eye again, she was silent, but not stiff, just gentle.She has been watching the two of them talking intently, with a smile on her lips and appreciation and approval in her eyes.Maybe it was because she was with Wuyan, when Lingzheng felt that he had never seen a second pair of more understanding eyes, when he was fighting with Wuyan, his eyes looked at Rachel without blinking.After eating a plate of ice, the two had exchanged thousands of words with their eyes. Wuyan, just like that, somehow became a matchmaker. "I hope that there will be a minute of light, just one minute, let me see Ling Zheng's appearance, and then engrave him on my heart, then in the days and months to come, I will always remember his appearance, without fear of darkness. " Wuyan walked in the dark, on the bank of the turbulent Huangquan, wishing to hold Lingzheng's hand. Hold Lingzheng's hand and walk through the world again. If she can get it, she is willing to give her life. However, she gave her life, but she walked alone on the road to Huangquan, Lingzheng, where is he? How long has she been waiting for Ling Zheng?It seems that from the beginning of Pangu to the vicissitudes of life. Friday. Every silent Friday, she would wait under the stop sign of the 19th Road station, watching the bus come and go, some got off and some got on, but none of those people were Ling Zheng or Ling Zheng. Friday.Friday.every friday.How many Fridays. She waited and waited forever, planning to wait from the creation of Pangu to the vicissitudes of life, planning to spend a hopeless life while waiting like this-everyone in this world is waiting.Where there is waiting, there is hope.However, what has no face to wait for is waiting itself, despair. She is doomed to be disappointed and doomed to wait for nothing.However, if there is something to wait for, there are things to do and dreams to do. She has no face, no complaints, and is meticulous. She still stands at the 19th Road station on time every Friday, waiting for her lover to arrive. She kept thinking that one day she would wait for him. It never occurred to her that she would actually meet him. She didn't expect Rachel to be with him when he came. Rachel yelled at her from across the road: "Wuyan, it's Wuyan, Wuyan, don't move, we'll be right over..." us.Rachel is talking about us, of course she and Ling Zheng. Wuyan has been waiting for Lingzheng at the 19th Road Station at five o'clock every Friday afternoon, but she didn't expect that she would wait for him, she didn't expect that he would bring Rachel with her, at that moment she already understood, He is deliberate. He wanted her to wait for him, he wanted her to wait until he was with Rachel so she wouldn't wait. He was rejecting her forever in such a way. Rachel was shouting: "Don't move Wuyan, we'll come right over..." Wuyan heard Rachel's words.Wuyan has always obeyed Rachel's words. But this time she didn't want to listen, Rachel said don't move, a car pulled into the station, a car came, it was very close, Wuyan rushed out, and rushed to the opposite side of the road. Don't move without face.Rachel yelled at her.Wuyan refuses to listen, Wuyan rushes out.The brakes were slammed, the wheels slammed into the ground, and there were ear-piercing screams. The crowd moved and surrounded them quickly, and fell faceless in a pool of blood. Ling Zheng ran over, Rachel ran over, Wuyan fell into a pool of blood.Ling Zheng grabbed her arm, held her in his arms, and called her name: "Wuyan, Wuyan..." Wuyan was in a pool of blood, Wuyan was in Lingzheng's arms, Wuyan heard Ling calling her name, Wuyan grabbed Lingzheng's hand, and told him very carefully: "I hate this useless Body, if she can't be used to get close to you... So, I will use my soul to love you." I hate this useless body, if she can't get close to you... So, I will love you with my soul. Now, the faceless soul walks on the road to the underworld, lonely, wandering, with nowhere to turn.Lingzheng, Lingzheng, where are you? Wuyan finally said what he wanted to say.Wuyan finally confessed her love boldly. Before she died. Then, she came here, to Huangquan. "Falling in love with your back again and again, We meet again and again in dreams, Even if you turn around, you can't forget, You are the farthest star in the sky. Whose love never sheds tears, Whose infatuation will not be sad, If your name is called out loud, Will it startle the flowing clouds in the sky? " Wuyan hummed a song in a low voice, hoping to resist the terrifying voice from the darkness. There was finally a little light ahead, it was two lamps, no, it was a phosphorous fire, and the kid led the way with a phosphorous handle. Wuyan felt a little shaken, she quickened her pace and chased after two steps, and followed the spark - it was just a little bit of fire, but it was already a raging fire to her - this was the first time she saw light in her life. That starlight is getting closer and closer in a trance, becoming clearer and brighter.A bridge appeared in front of it. The stone bridge, perhaps white marble, was green and cold. The carvings on the bridge were very fine, and the polishing was extremely mellow. That bridge became a ghost.If you escape that bridge, you still have to become a ghost, a lonely ghost that hell will not accept. Wuyan collected herself and saw three words written on the bridge. She had to calm down and think about it, and traced the strokes in her hand to recognize what the words said—Naihe Bridge. Wuyan was in hell, and she finally opened her eyes and saw something. This was the first time in her life that she "saw"—she saw hell. What is it about "seeing"? Wuyan has always longed to see it.Desire to be a normal person. She insisted on not writing Braille, not using a cane, not wearing sunglasses, and even learning how to move her eyes with the sound so that her eyes would not be dull. However, wherever she passed, all the details told her that all her efforts were just self-deception. The faceless eyes couldn't see the pointing, but the sensitive ears could catch all those whispers, narrow words that she thought she was clever, and meaningless sighs of pity for her. No, whether it's ridicule or sympathy, it's shameless. What she expects is for people to let her go and allow her to live like a normal person. She longs to pass through crowds as calmly as a butterfly crosses flowers. But she can't. Her careful listening and overly cautious gait would have given her away, calling attention to a blind woman who couldn't see.And blind people, shouldn't they have a pair of iconic sunglasses and a cane? Her obsession with being normal makes her look even more abnormal. But now, on Huangquan Road, beside the Naihe Bridge, the ghostly Wuyan can finally "see". She stared blankly at everything she could see, looking at the river, the railings on the river bank, the bridge, the mother-in-law on the bridge, the mother-in-law was wearing a black straight dress, her face was wrinkled and expressionless , holding a bowl of soup in his hand, persuading everyone who crosses the bridge to drink it. Everyone was tired and thirsty, took the soup without thinking, drank it, and hurried on.They forget the previous life and don't care about the next life, and their humble life here only depends on a cup of soup. Wuyan was also eager for that bowl of soup, but just as she was rushing forward, someone—no, a ghost grabbed her arm: "Xiao Cui, you're finally here?"