Chapter 2 2

2 At night I dreamed of him again—his hair was all gray, and in the dream I was amazed at the fact that he had grown old.I reached out and stroked his hair, filled with pity... In fact he's never going to get that old. Nine months ago, I saw Chen Tian's anthology in Sanlian Bookstore, and when I opened the front page, there was a photo of him.Chen Tian never put his own picture on the book, and now he doesn't need to ask for his permission.I looked at the face in the photo, the nose, the eyes, the lips, the chin, this person seemed familiar, as if there was some kind of connection with me, it felt like when I saw him when I was eighteen years old, but what kind of Contact is unclear.

I bought those four books and got 10% off with a book card. I had been reading those books that night, and before dawn he appeared. I was in a deep sleep, I saw myself in a deep sleep, he was clinging to me, flying over my body in parallel, his face was very close to the tip of my nose, he said softly, "I am Chen Tian." As if I didn't know it was him.Indeed, that flying face doesn't look like Chen Tian, ​​it looks like a portrait drawn by a beginner, completely out of shape, with wrong features, but I know it's him, there is no one else but him. Chen Tian used to occupy my dreams for many years, lingering there.

At this moment, in the afternoon in Beijing, in the lazy afternoon just waking up from the night, in the morning of all the gods of the night, in the morning when there is no bird song, no bicycle jingle, no smell of fried dough sticks, I think of him, I think of vampires , thinking of their love. I try to talk about him.