Chapter 8 Please leave me in a certain piece of blue sky-1

1. The so-called world is a series of adjectives that are connected end to end and run around.Unrestricted, ever-proliferating, and ambiguous elementary grammars narrowed into narrow lanes, no longer able to hold the stack of all its footprints. The so-called world is extended by the lines at the corners of the eyes, constrained by the shape of the lips opening and closing, and held by large or small palms, but it will become clearer or more blurred. The sunshine, as clear as the sweetness of summer, broke free from the messy shade fragments, and stretched out its arms to caress the young man's forehead, so fast and so hot, it only had time to tremble into a shining drop of light between his temples.

Blurred as if the moist and greenish wind collided with the purple iris in mid-air, charmingly interspersed in a waiting ten light-years away.The thoughts drawn from it cannot be integrated with any vocabulary. Maybe that's why I chose to paint. SKY walked slowly to the "wing" of the ostrich. This extremely unified yet extremely chaotic world, if opened up and used as an umbrella, can always quickly isolate a quiet and faint space.The patchwork of any color blocks around is covered in dust, only my own silhouette glows slightly, and the colors are so bright that I feel heart-palpitating, messily arranged in every inch of the line.

He is fascinated by dipping a little bit of the color on the shadow and painting it into another world—the world that is absolutely impossible for anyone to knock on the door or capture it. There are two "wings" in total, so an ostrich can only carry two people at a time. When SKY sat down, he looked at the boy sitting next to him. The broken hair on his forehead was as shy as a little daisy, and his eyelashes were like the eaves of the roof suppressing a little light. It seemed superfluous to say hello, he was clearly wandering in his own world—his expression was invisible and turned into the color of fantasy.

SKY properly arranged all kinds of documents one by one. His fingers were as white and firm as marble, and he gave pressure to the things in his hands with a sense of weight. The brown-haired man who had watched him fill out all the formalities collected dozens of cards and gave a little admiration: "You are the first person to say thank you to me." In fact, due to the cumbersome process, both the practitioner and the recipient of this work feel inexplicably anxious, and the word "thank you" is quite unfamiliar to both parties. When SKY gently put the pen in his hand back to its original place, stared at the brown-haired man with the corners of his eyes slowly overflowing with a smile, and said a word of thanks in a low voice.The stiff lines on the latter's face were completely relieved, as if the chest could not restrain the whisper of the wind, and there was an urgent desire to confide.

"Did you know? Last time, one of my clients beat someone here...Look at the scar on my forehead..." The brown-haired man picked up Liu Hai, and suddenly found the desertedness in front of him. The sunlight was a little pale, and the entire corridor was soaked in that kind of melancholy.The long gauze curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were slightly rolled up, grazing SKY's slender back bit by bit.When the dark green outside the window swayed down a large piece of fragrant shadow, SKY disappeared at the end of that colorful piece. The way the ostrich runs is always clumsy and stubborn, as if there is no turning back even if it rushes into the sea of ​​fire.The wind was stretched infinitely by the ears, almost coherently forming a kind of filament. At the moment of taking off, the boy turned his head slightly.

With a clean arc, the overly strong white light slipped from the long hair and condensed into the eyes. Every time the elegantly stretched eyeliner turned to one side, it occasionally splashed out as cold as raindrops. SKY held the youthful beauty in the corner of his eyes, appreciated something ancient and elusive and mysterious, and responded with a smile.He smiled very lightly, but it fit tightly with the whole face and could not be cut. The turbulence after entering the clouds was palpitating, almost shattering some emotions in the body that had been silent for many years, and they could not be completely let go, but it seemed futile to catch them back.At the same time, that stomachache happened again.

Seeming to have sensed something, the boy looked straight over.The lips were thin and tight, almost closed tightly, and looked at SKY without the slightest expression. Then, a clear and slightly cold voice floated in, "Let me hum a tune for you." The solitary voice is transmitted in the clouds, which are thick and heavy, without any warmth. If you pay attention for a long time, you may even see slippery moss.The young man softly hummed a tune, it was empty and desolate, but he was looking for light or warmth. In an instant, SKY saw that those gorgeous and hastily withered emotions of youth flickered in an instant. A woman's smile rose and fell with her breath, like the distant and gentle pale golden light on the canvas, shaking down on her eyelashes little by little, until Spread out a crystal clear piece.

SKY lowered his head little by little, and slowly stretched out his fingers towards the light... He closed his eyes, then opened them again. The dream-like mist in SKY's eyes dissipated just now, and his hazy pupils instantly became clear, and then they were wet with a smile, without much sadness. "The emissary of the cloud..." SKY stared at the bottom of the boy's eyes with great interest, his smile remained unchanged.The latter obviously shrank his shoulders, and SKY leaned forward slightly while his body was receding, "You sing very well..." He sighed almost to himself.

The ostrich stumbled under its feet, and the "wings" swayed up and down like clothes on a hanger, and the range became larger and larger.The river in the sky broke through the ice for the first time, and there was a slight sound everywhere, and five or six tributaries meandered, slowly passing through with bright coral color.This is the comfort between the sky and the sky, which can withstand the polishing of eternal time, but does not know where it will flow.The birds passing by are always small ones, with swiftly flashing chestnut claws, never refusing to perch.The sound of breaking the ice came from this, as if it was a kind of retention that he knew he couldn't do.

If he hadn't come here in person, who would have known that there was such a silent and lonely river flowing above the sky? The young man stretched out his arms, the black skirts trembled, as if he couldn't control himself, he rushed towards the river - it wasn't the young man who was jumping, but the ostrich turned upside down at an incredible angle.The young man turned his face to the wind, his eyes sparkled, and he hummed the tune without stopping, like falling flowers, swaying on the water surface one by one, and finally obliterated everyone under the water. Suddenly, the end of the song was cut off in vain.The boy let go of his hand, and fell vertically from the ostrich, like a stone falling into a deep pool in the dark.

SKY instinctively reached out to grab it, but only managed to catch the boy's teasing eyes and strands of black hair floating in blue.It's very soft, and the curvature of the bird's wings is nothing more than that. When the ostrich turns over again, the boy's toes touch the ground on a cloud, which is no more laborious than the withering of a flower. But at some point, a small gray package appeared in SKY's hand. SKY knew that FA must be waiting at the exit, and their sight became shorter and shorter.Both of them stopped, and for a moment, it was extremely quiet, only the breathing sound of the surrounding vegetation fused with the blood. "You're here." FA stretched out his arms. The silver-gray military uniform matched his straight and regular lines. Everything seemed to be calculated and docile, without even a single wrinkle.Those hands were well kept, clean and cold.But SKY wrapped it with the warmth and softness of the palm. "Your invitation is irresistible. What's more, to be a test pilot for a new route—" SKY bowed his head, bent his right hand and stuck it to his heart, "It's my honor!" Yes, almost only when flying can one feel self and life, infinitely close to the sky, there is indeed something in one's heart that is slowly spinning and budding, blooming in the universe.At that moment, I and the world are indistinguishable from each other, and I can't find the edge of the seam. "Well, how about this new line? See that river?" "Why do you care so much about my evaluation?" "Maybe, because you are an 'outsider'. The stars always don't know how their own trajectories travel, but they can give humans light and reference. Isn't it interesting?" Without a direct answer, SKY leaned forward slightly, glanced at FA's shoulder patch, "Congratulations, you've been promoted again." "Well, it's expected. It's just that the CEO is still a Memphis bitch—sorry," FA seemed to be inadvertently bowing his head slightly, with a sneering arc on his lips, "concurrently—you saw it on the road Is it someone from Yunshi Zhize?" "Those legends use illusion to confuse people's hearts, and then take an ostrich aircraft and jump to the cloud envoy on the way? It is said that the other passenger on the ostrich can only remember those beautiful dreams in the illusion, but no matter what I can't even remember what they looked like." "So you met?" "Well, what Yun Zhishi said——" After a pause, SKY's dark chestnut eyes narrowed slightly, with the tails of the eyes raised, showing a strong interest, "Why do you think I have met? Since you have met The probability of arriving is one in a million." "Yunshi Ze is the place that Mephis wants to destroy. And you, since a long time ago, you have been a guy who is not normal in every way. I am just too worried about the harmless appearance but the poison. You just hurt those little creatures in advance." On the top of the head, the early-blooming cherry branches have already extended their arms, and the sparse and clear sky has been wiped bright and clean by them, but they are so intact that they cannot be touched, and they will break apart between the branches with a little weight.The air was filled with two streams of heavy and light air, and when they disappeared into SKY's chest together, FA heard him say: "I love you!" At the end of the path surrounded by freesias, there is a small bend in a brick red, and then there is the dripping white house under the red tiles.Facing the setting sun and opening the long French windows, a small rose trembling fell down, FA suddenly caught a glimpse of the gray package in SKY's hand, "What is that?" "Lunch. You know, for a wandering painter, it is necessary to carry a meal with you." "It's specially prepared for your old stomach pain? How about you eat it in front of me, I don't have time to buy stomach medicine for you at the beginning of the ceremony." Inside the package is a piece of cake, the color is not very attractive, more like the color of honey has been mixed with water layer by layer and faded. SKY looked up at the sky, and a large white cloud was rolling over the grassy slope in the distance. He bit it down, gasped immediately, and had to spit out all the food he ate. "What's wrong?" FA looked over, and then showed an indescribably weird expression, "You actually wrapped cement in the dough?" "Well, it's popular." SKY smiled suddenly, it was the kind of smile where the whole expression moved, like clusters of weeds fluttering in the wind.So I can't forget the meaningful and sarcastic smile of the young man I met on the ostrich flying machine, when he jumped off the ostrich cleverly and threw this package at him... It turned out to be like this, so the child had already seen that he was not deceived by his illusion, so he used this little trick to get revenge on himself?Thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing out loud. "Well, it's interesting." Sweeping the broken hair on the forehead, the wind shuttled back and forth, escaped, floated, and fell again.Together with the shadows under the eyelashes, the bright look in the eyes became more and more clear. Until the face was closed behind the door, and gradually faded away with the pace of walking away, the expression like a flame that could burn even in turbulent water was still deeply ingrained. FA sometimes even suspects that SKY's flame that only belongs to artists will jump off his fingers at any time, even if he just touches him lightly with his fingers. "It's only you, SKY. Obviously I wanted to come here, but I asked me to write a special invitation letter to invite you solemnly. With this level of self-esteem-it's only you, right?" FA raised his head slightly, the sky was unbelievably beautiful, It was a kind of power that settled down after being extremely silent, powerful, yet clear and pure.The eyes float and sink, the sky and white clouds are dense, and then a face slowly emerges, under the black hair, the smile never falls, but those eyes are still, wrapped in an indescribable emotion middle. "Why, why are you called SKY?" He frowned in distress, but was unexpectedly interrupted by another hoarse voice—"Master FA, please give me pain with your hands!" As if profanity was mixed into the sacred organ performance of the church, the sudden sound made FA somewhat displeased, and he grabbed the fire mark floating beside him with his backhand - after this kind of technology is extremely developed, science and madman's imagination The product of the mixture, with white wings, but only to find the way to self-destruction. "Fire seal, as a messenger, you seal the sender's thoughts with yourself, and then fly to the recipient, ending your mission with death, how does it feel?" "My lord, I am proud of this!" "That's because you don't know what it's like to die, and you don't have enough information to make a judgment. Beliefs are not the same as how you feel when you actually experience it." "My lord, I only know that what I want to convey to you today is Lord Mephis's latest decision on Yunshi Ze - stop all attacks on him and wait and see what happens." "Understood. By the way, you are not a popular brand." "I'm ashamed——" The exhausted ending wafted between FA's fingers into a wisp of fireworks, which dissipated easily. Walking out of the long corridor, the moonlight is spitting out light gray shadows from between the lips, and the toes are stepping on the shadows of the trees, soaking in the fragrant fragrance of plants and trees.It seems like a long picture scroll drawn by soft brushstrokes, and what continues to extend is the flowing time. There are pieces of fallen flowers printed on the place where the footsteps are located, and the cornices of the buildings are floating finely.It's just that the edge was rolled up on a small corner, and there was a pause where the FA stood, and a pool of dark green tears fell down with a shake of the hand. It was the third year of the color year, the late spring of the light onion year.The wind is not too strong yet, and everything has not officially started yet. 2. "Have you ever, wanted to find?" "Had……" "Looking for what?" "The true meaning of 'I'." SKY's fingers are hanging in the air on a torreya tree. He is sitting in front of this painting. In front of me is the grass along the street that has been teased by the wind and began to know how to miss. The small veins are flowing with endless pale golden rays of light. I don't know how to restrain the corners of my unrestrained mouth. SKY raised his head, and the fire mark that was originally floating on SKY's right hand changed its position, and asked slowly: "So, have you ever gone through it and want to leave?" "There are also..." "Where are you leaving?" "'my body." ...always. "Huoyin, have you been studying philosophy recently?" SKY put down the pen, and the water in which the pen was washed gradually filled with thin green and clear water to complement each other. After struggling for a long time, it was clear water that finally decided to give up.The wet part of the canvas is like a shoulder blade, with a flash of white light or two from time to time, and occasionally we can clearly see the weeds winding towards the sun, climbing into a wandering and winding road—this is a labyrinth that has just been established .The brush is very light and light, and the deliberate dusty posture can coincide with any road that does not know the beginning or the end. "Last time it was feminism, and last time it was suicidal consciousness, this time it's philosophy?" He wrote again, and a bird landed before the first dead end of the maze. "Philosophy is a shortcut to death, you are?" The fire seal uses flapping to dry the icy dew on the wings, "SKY, you are painting every time I come here, but I never understand what you are painting." The eyes that have always been hidden on the edge of true emotion flickered, and SKY's eyeballs were calm, just like any dark night, a little casual and elegant. "Painting is the painting itself, no need to guess and understand." "SKY, today is the last time I send a letter for you——today, it's the last time." "I will remember to burn incense for you." "SKY!" The scalded voice. "Well, this painting is quite a long story." The bird came just after leaving in the evening, its wings were wide and white, layered on top of each other, hiding too much tiredness.The bird is completely wrapped in it like that, and its impressive voice is like silk rubbing on the particles, calling out to the painter: "Please help find it!" The bird said it, a promise was lost. When it was lost, Mo Ruo said that he didn't know where it was hidden.Because it was so important, the bird hid it well from the moment the promise was made.Not in the folds of silk scarves being chased by the wind, not in the unbroken shell of a bird, nor in the temperature of any feather.The bird did not keep such an important promise so easy to find, so he hid it in a place that he thought no one could think of.In the end, even she couldn't remember the address herself. "So, what kind of promise is it?" "It was a promise made between me and him. It was a sincere promise, using the most intense but most indescribable emotion in my heart." Bird was silent for a while, and the feathers on his chest seemed to be in a large area because of the constant ups and downs. burst open. "I never tried to express my emotions to him. Because I was afraid of... being rejected, and also, I wanted to maintain the last dignity. Just behind him, using my shadow to deepen the color of his shadow, that's it Wouldn’t it be nice to watch and guard him in silence? I’ve been telling myself this over and over again.” "But promises often come from both parties." The painter reminded. "It's like this." The bird's feathers are like waves, deep and white, and its face is wet and blurred, "But balance exists because of imbalance... When the weight in my heart can't support myself At that time, all the thoughts came out in a distorted way." "What have you done?" "I decided to leave, although I was very, very unwilling. But the depression in my heart was like a ball on the water. I pressed it down and floated up again. I always had untimely stubbornness. It is one thing to decide, but another to execute it. It's the same thing." Bird said quietly. "Is that so, are you in love?" Bird raised his graceful and slender neck, and smiled slowly towards the sky.The wind brushed her feathers cleanly, and for a moment, it seemed that something shiny was sliding down the wings. "Yes, and at that moment, I knew that he also loved me. I only knew at the moment when I said goodbye." After a long silence, both the painter and the bird heard, bit by bit, the falling flowers hit the water surface, urging the crimson warm wind. "and then?" "No...no more." Bird's voice slid down the line of her neck tremblingly, "We all made the same promise to each other in the bottom of our hearts, and waited for each other quietly. It has been 20 years like this. Suddenly We were too caught off guard, and we have no strength to get used to the new situation..." "You are all on the same boat. The boat that can't be stopped, the water that can't be stopped, and you who can't get off the boat." The painter stopped the brush in his hand, but the gushing colors couldn't describe the emotion in front of him. Everything in front of me that I can perceive but cannot describe. "What we are used to is to stick to the old situation; what we are not used to is to change. In this way, we can neither move forward nor retreat, and each other is tortured. In the end, we chose to leave each other at the same time. Really, completely leave." "The promise you are looking for is the one you both made but failed to fulfill?" the painter asked tentatively. Bird closed her eyes as something unbearable hit her directly.Why exactly, why?That thing is so powerful that the sweet and fishy-sweet smell of blood from the wound is in his breath. "No matter who it is, please find that promise and kill it! Kill it and I can live in peace!" When Bird opened his eyes again, there was an almost hideous smile on the corner of his lips.That could only be described by the words that describe the little fairies who danced to death under the moon and the flowers who stumbled and fell to their deaths in order to pick up the stars, but now, only they are gone. "I can help you find it, but in exchange. Bird, you have to tell a story—you must have witnessed someone's life on the journey of searching, right?" said the painter. Then, Bird tilted his head in confusion and thought for a while before calmly narrating. They call it a kite. However, it is not a real kite, who can really be himself? The reason why the kite has this name is because it has the appearance and characteristics of a kite.What if you change your name?What is it?Which category would you fall into?Will my attributes change?If not, then what is the relationship between the name and oneself? The kite throws out these mysteries, like splitting the night sky with a silver coin under the moonlight. The colorful grids are used to divide the bright and dark roofs, swaying quietly towards the blue of the gentle sky.The kite is sandwiched between the two.That is a life that is completely involuntary, but must stubbornly guard that fate.Sad, but because of this, I have infinite hope, and it seems to have placed infinite possibilities. As part of the roof decoration, kites never touch the sky with their bodies.Under its butterfly-shaped body, there is also a kite string, which hangs directly from the roof into the room. Everything the kite thinks is told by the thread.Including, free. "What is freedom?" Kite asked the first time she heard the word. "Flying is freedom." "Then why don't you fly?" "Because my freedom is not flying. Your freedom is." "And what is your freedom?" "Your departure. In other words, your freedom." It was four years later that Kite was finally able to get out of the tiles that restricted him.It was just a sudden torrential rain, but the thread heard the sound of water droplets swirling and landing, and then, suddenly, it loosened so suddenly... The next day, the kite was gone.Fate is something that no one can guess after all. "This story is not about the kite. If you pay too much attention to where it goes, I may not be able to answer you. You know, just like you can never set foot on the path you want to walk, the story you hear is always Can't choose." Bird said calmly, his voice was low and kindly sad. What kind of tempering through the years, what kind of ups and downs must be endured, and how many times have you breathed through the wound before you can exchange for the tranquility that is close to compromise. So the days float like fallen leaves in the water like this, and Lin has lived a life without expectation or disappointment since then.But before that, during many sunrises and sunsets, this was not the case. One end of the line is already hanging in the air, and the other end can only bind the hole in my heart through constant searching. The thread asked the balloon in the room that was about to deflate, and it said, "Please let me be your serializer." "I don't need it," replied Balloon. "Then let me be your bondage?" "Thank you, I don't need it." Thread turned to ask about the giraffe toy that lost its tail, the sweater that was about to fall apart without a thread end, and the iron train that needs to be held by the end of thread so that children can pull it with their hands... but they didn't get it. What other answers. Winter has already solidified the air into ice flakes, even and thin, suspended in the air and attached to the wobbly wires.But no matter what, the inside is soft. Even though many "years" have passed, the so-called expectations have long been rejected and crumbled into dust little by little. It can still remember those small fragments when it belonged to a kite in those days when the wind lived in Chenxiang.Yes, they belonged completely—they owned each other, trusted each other, and appreciated each other, until the thunder on a rainy night completely tore apart this little connection.From now on, the warm residual temperature is like a sleeve worn by a man with a broken arm, hanging empty in an intangible place. In the future, it can only be like this, right? While hugging memories to keep warm, my chest feels cold.Until he gave up struggling, and when the orange warm air blew in the fireplace for the first time, Xian jumped in without hesitation. I can't forget until that moment. --Kite The original, the only, belongs to oneself... Then, the water vapor was torrential, and the turbulent rain and mist rose from the duckweed, layer by layer on the long tip of miscanthus.The wind comes from the south and quietly sends back what it takes away—always, the wind is always so happy.Maybe it's because the seemingly free wind is originally bound between the sky and the earth, and will never have real freedom, so it loves to tease the world so much. Kite. came back. The line is only one step away from its little happiness. When Bird lowered his eyes, his voice also fell softly.Indifferent eyes, somewhat see through but also somewhat blurred, the darkness wrapped in hazy tears. The moon-white ribbon tied on the treetop was rippling far and far away, drifting a few times, in the shape of waves.On the maze map he was working on, the artist threw down a kite with a paintbrush before the second dead end. With broken wings and a face that had been trampled and filthy, the eyes were always wide open, brightly different from any other. a moment.A short piece of kite string is randomly placed under its small body. "Maybe the so-called freedom never existed from the beginning to the end?" Bird couldn't help being excited in other people's stories.From the very beginning of his journey, Bird has weaved the pain and sorrow of others into his own life.A short lost monologue, a half-cut song, an extremely helpless life, there are too many choices.If a person wants to live comfortably enough, he only needs to be good at forgetting. However, a soul that is too persistent can only be partial to forgetting. "My story is over, and I entrust the promise to you." The bird bowed respectfully, lowered its body with its wings against the ground. Pushing open the ice-blue lattice window, Liao Dan's tender toon is stretching on the high and low branches, one piece at a time, when the light is full, wow--pour down, from the crown of the tree to the root of the tree, in the middle Occasionally, there are layers of pauses, like white withered flowers that are too late to go after a little attention. Facing the light, the bird spread its wings wide, so white that it was almost transparent.Looking back slightly, her sad eyes fell on her feathers, and even the wind swayed accordingly. Before the painter had time to infiltrate its expression with watercolors, stroke by stroke, from the long and sharp brittle red beak to the short and flat brown patterned claws, the corners of the eyes flickered, and the bird had already left. The painter sat firmly and exhausted all his stamina to keep himself from moving.In order to hide the bird, to hide a fact she long wanted to know ——All the birds in this world are once lost promises. "Why don't you keep it?" Huo Yin said to SKY, "The artist is you, right? That bird, that kite, is what you drew on the maze. —Why not tell the bird the truth?And why not give fullness to the life you created? " Smiling lightly, SKY lowered his crooked eyebrows, "I don't know either." He washed the pen clean, stared intently at the round water droplet at the end, waited heavily, and fell down with a thud. "I only know that everything has its own principles to follow. I am just a witness to their lives, but I am also an experiencer of my own life. In this world, everyone has their own position. Birds and kites There are also." "What is your position?" "Outsider." SKY silently looked at his own painting for a while, then leisurely picked up the pen, pondered for a long time, and then solemnly and softly put it down again. "By the way, what is the letter you want to deliver today?" "The Yunkong Grand Ceremony has already begun. Master FA said that this is what you have been looking forward to for a long time. I hope you have a good time." "Where? When?" "In front of you, at this moment." SKY raised his head, until now, he didn't notice the commotion in front of him. 3. Mevis' death was not deliberately concealed.Under the tree roots in spring, the soil is deep and shallow, and every step on it is a footprint, and there is a fresh and slightly painful breath.The corpse was thrown there casually, curled up into a ball, the corners of the lips were still stained with blood, deliberately provocative, a string of bright red that was more miserable than a pomegranate. For a CEO, Mevis' approach was too weak and indecisive.During his ruling period, he had no accomplishments and no ambitions. He just drank wine to get drunk and made tea in the teahouse on weekdays. He lived a leisurely and happy life.Because of his excessive love for wine, it is said that for most of his life, Mephis had to rely on alcohol to sleep every day, and those people who couldn't understand the erosion and importance of alcohol to him kept sending him good wine.Sometimes it is Huadiao, sometimes it is whiskey, and there are various fruit wines brewed in the workshop.Large and small, high and low, or transparent or translucent bottles, once the lights are on, they are like twinkling eyes, suddenly wrapping people tightly in them. But all of this is very applicable to Mephis.One-heartedly partial to the cups in his hands, and pushed all the official duties and rights to the FA, who was in charge of the government at the same time. He was self-righteous to please, but unexpectedly disgusted the latter. The FA, who came from a humble background but was extremely ambitious, never concealed his ruthlessness and arbitrariness. In just three years, he climbed to the position of deputy executive by relying on well-known assassinations or framing.The means are definitely not glorious, but he never hides it. For this arrogance and violence down to the bone, the higher-ups always turn a blind eye to it-sometimes it is precisely violence that achieves peace in an era.With such an attitude, even if the FA mentioned intentionally or unintentionally more than once that they would not submit to Mevis, no one would interfere. Perhaps it was because of the psychological foreshadowing, no one was surprised or held accountable for the death of Mephis.Someone once saw FA's valet enter Mephis' mansion with a jar of wine in his arms, and then calmly leave empty-handed.The next day, Mephis' body was found under the tree root. It was originally an oriental building built for viewing the moon, with octagonal buildings, small pavilions, and seven-story pagodas crowded up into the sky.On moonlit nights, the rays of light hang like bells on the abrupt cornices, mournful and simple. Never has he ever denied the fact that he poisoned Mevis to death, FA's cold eyes are always staring at the front, the straight, impurity-free, sharp bottom can't contain any warmth, just like that, instead of Mei Fez pulled off the prelude to the troubled times. Until this time, the "Yun Kong Ceremony", which appeared to show peace to Yunshi Zhize, but was actually to wipe them all out, was officially held. On the quaint streets, the envoys of clouds stand against the wind.There were thirty-six girls in total, and their long hair was tied up high as usual.There is a small folding fan between the black hair, purple bamboo bones, eighteen strands, the ivory white base is evenly spread out, and the fan surface is painted with freehand techniques like mandala or ink lotus, sometimes facing the wind, sometimes spinning As usual, it opens and closes slightly, and one or two branches are left outside the world, a little bit reserved, like a dream that collapsed in an ancient Chinese dynasty, long and elegant, and they all have unusually beautiful names. FA changed into a dark green military uniform and walked over alone through the crowd without being accompanied.The expression was arrogant and elegant, and his unquestionable eyes slowly fell on the tightly closed lips, outlining a cold and drawn downward lip line.The inconspicuous texture of the military uniform is always tightly attached to his decent and slightly ruthless body, and with every movement of the head or stamping of the feet, it is amazing to look closely at his sharp ridges. When passing by a small group of children repeatedly putting together the Rubik's Cube, I stopped. He almost snatched the Rubik's Cube from the hands of those children, and gave an order to the close guard: "Go and get a screwdriver." Soon, the small instrument was held in his hand. FA quickly dismantled the little toy, and reassembled all the faces into the same color.Screw on the screw and throw it to the already stunned children. Then he left behind such a sentence—— "Some things don't need to beat around the bush at all." SKY didn't move, didn't even put away the drawing board, just watched all this boredly.Suddenly, as FA's eyes fixed on something, FA, who was originally unmoved by everything, trembled slightly with his shoulders, and his whole arm tightened unconsciously.Then, as if confused, he stopped. That was the second time SKY saw that boy, the boy who sang on the ostrich flying machine, the boy who was faint and shining like rain.Wearing a black dress, blacker than the night, with a calamus green belt loosely tied around his waist, his long hair flutters too willfully, and it also has a bit of madness, like the tip of a reed by the lake Son.Just like that, it was entangled with the wind like flowing water, like a swallow, extended and flowed down, a bit coquettish, a bit elegant, and the subtle contradictions fell to the ground without a single shadow reflected . Like a parabola, SKY's gaze and FA's gaze were thrown out flatly, rolling slowly in the air, gathering on the black figure one after another, overlapping, and then falling a very heavy point of ink. That is something that hasn't started yet, and even I can't spy on it.It's simmering in some very hidden places, waiting to burst forth like a volcanic hiccup one day. FA的几个近侍早已上前，左左右右将少年团团围起。 “拿出证件。”近侍们别无他法，只有这样一个方法来辨认对方是否危险的云之使。 少年轻轻笑了一笑，撩拨了下自己的长发，然后伸出纤细而修长的手掌，“拿来。” “什么？”近侍们有些莫名其妙的望着眼前的少年。 “你们的证件啊。大典之际鱼目混杂，我可不想你们连自己是谁都搞不清楚，这是为你们好。” “我们若不给呢？” “你们的军装很不错，我是那么喜欢军人和军装。”突然岔开了话题，令对面的几个人一时无所适从起来。 其中一个反应稍快的侍卫愤愤开了口，“谁说喜欢军人我讨厌谁！不然我们交换，你当军人，我做自由人。” “哦哦，看证件看证件，军人证件的照片从来都拍得格外英武些。不然我拿我女儿的照片跟你换如何？” “你有女儿？你亲女儿？”无法相信的表情。 “领养的。我女儿那么可爱，不看太可惜了。你啊，好福气呢。”少年稍微靠得近了些，一边用手指夹出侍卫上衣口袋里的证件，一边漫不经心地扫视着他，后者却意外地连自己都不明白，自己为何丝毫都不想拒绝少年的任何动作。 “你长得有点像我女儿。”少年边说，边递上了一张照片。 “啊啊啊啊啊——”侍卫接过照片的一瞬间，从喉咙里直直地叫起来。捏在他指间的那张少年递过来的照片上，一只刚足三个月的蝴蝶犬穿着背带裤向上凝视着他。 “可爱的眼神！快看！”少年无辜地指点着，专心的样子连其他几个侍卫也把脑袋凑了过来。 “你欺骗了我们，总要补偿吧！”握着照片的侍卫委屈地叫了起来，完全忘记了自己在执行任务。 “我帮你拿军人证好了，反正你那么讨厌它。” 侍卫退后三步，不可置信地眨着眼，“你太狡猾了！” 其他侍卫突然想起来什么，一齐问道：“你叫什么名字？” “不告诉。” “那么就杀了你，告诉不告诉？” “把你们的军人证都拿来给我看看，就告诉。” 这次没有异议，少年手上把玩着几张证件，莞尔一笑，一字一句地说：“去看我给的那张照片吧。” 趁几个脑袋低下来的瞬间，少年一纵身跳出了圈子，扬了扬手中的几张证件，“我真的不是故意说你们笨哦，那上边怎么可能会有我的名字？这个就作为你们浪费我时间的补偿喽。” 风又旋转起来了，柔弱无骨的风，一点点降落在了指缝间，歇息时的震翅声却让肌肤充满重量感。 少年穿过被风卷得飒飒而立的少女，她们的面庞闪烁着这季节的光彩，湿润而柔媚，从两侧垂落的裙裾一直延伸到纤细的指尖，仿佛云霞有了形体，可以在手中一层层漂散。 与FA的近卫兵们完全不同的气质，周身捕捉不到一丝丝戾气，就那么，迎面走上前去，直到与FA只隔了一只手臂的距离。 极轻微，花瓣混合着呼吸声悠扬坠落，坠落，凋落的姿态无比轻盈，却也无比悲戚。 “FA大人，您的近侍们刚刚说我是'云之使'呢。”少年的眉目出奇的平展，却宛如一个深不见底的洞口，“我特地来请您捉我回去，解剖来看看。”伸出胳膊，那双手纤长得另人不敢碰触，只怕会像折断的树根一般劈啪作响。 FA张开嘴，却被少年的指腹按了下去，“嘘，您如果真的说我是'云之使'，我可是会心碎的呢。”轻轻舒展身体，悠长的袖口垂落，一两片慵懒而狡黠的碎片一闪而过，仿佛一只看不清羽毛的鸟儿临着发鬓疾行。“您到底怎么样才能感谢得起我呢？瞧那边，真正的'云之使'在那儿哦。” 袖口闲闲地一甩，抛出一褶子烟云，略微发白的手指抬起来，缓缓指向一个方向。一片模糊中，只有他的指尖和不远处的一团墨绿色格外突兀。静默中，谁都看到了，那是FA的近侍，手上还捏着照片的那一个。 “他有一张永远不会让你看清楚的脸，不信您可以试试看。'云之使'们向来最擅长易容了，他那张真实的脸一定隐藏在别处。” 少年目光闪烁，凝视着一个虚无的远方，几近妖冶而狰狞。回眸时低低在FA耳畔低语，“怎样，若是把那张面具一层层剖下来，可不知道是什么光景呢？” 嚓——话音未曾及地，不知是谁将一把银光闪烁的小刀便架在那位侍卫脖子上。后者那双茫然的眼睛显示自己还完全不清楚自己的处境。 刀尖一挑，已顺着那侍卫脸型的弧度顺畅地游弋开去，茫茫的白光看不清楚，只现出一双深沉而凝固的眼睛，却也只是转瞬间，便斜斜地滑了过去。 啪嗒，一张面具落在地上。少年俯身拾起，轻轻拍掉上面眼角便细心绘制上去的皱纹，他若无其事地拿在手上把玩时，紧闭的眼睑正向上空洞地映照着他。 “还有哦，大人，令您的人不要停下——再接下来又是什么呢？” 带了一点弯度的声音，在沉默中一点点上升，少年在FA面前镇静从容得过了分。随那声音一层层落下的，是一张又一张面具，或者没有鼻子，或者遗失眼睛，或者忘记嘴巴……少年一一捡拾，拢在指尖，以自己的温度轻微摩挲。 轻轻叹了一口气，少年贯来无所畏惧的眼角向FA的严整暴烈飞扬，如同潜伏在光明中的尘埃，“大人，您总算明白您的近侍才是真正的'云之使'了吧？” “在相信这个之前，我更想知道的是，你是谁？你从哪里来？” “我么……”少年微微仰头，任阳光流水一般淌过发梢、肩头，跌落在着草履的脚尖旁，滞留半晌，又一点点隐没，“如您所见，在下不过区区一介草民。” 少女们一舞接一舞地旋转，《春璀》、《月下香》迤俪地顺着水袖抛洒。悠然执起一把折扇，自少女漆黑的发鬓间伸长手指，少年闪着透明色泽的指尖催开漫天番木色的落英。 抱起一把七弦琴，信手一抚，一沉吟，细碎的流音顺着发际游走在衣服的褶皱间。 “你是从天庭昏睡的颠峰中第一个醒来的人，乌尔瓦希，你使得天空颤栗起阵阵不安。世界用她的泪珠沐浴你的四肢，用她心血的颜色染红你的纤足。你盈盈地婷立在被海浪托起的欲望的莲花之上，乌尔瓦希；你永远在那无边无涯的心灵中嬉戏，那里酝酿着上帝躁动的梦幻。” 铮……八音皆碎。 手起手落，苍洁的腕子旋转在琴弦的细密中，不嫌多一分也不嫌少一分，恰恰好与乐音一齐熠熠生辉，恍若夜间擦洗过少女眉梢的坠星，薄凉而料峭的一滴，却不见丝毫寒冷的意味。 如缕不绝，旋律张开，铺陈了整整一地，被摇曳的目光涤荡得很远很远，透明的弧度点点挪移，生生搅进了自天际边缘迟来的细斜雨丝。浅浅淡淡，一弦一歌皆在湿润地自在悠扬。 众人错目间，人已不在。 少年踏步在交错的影子尖儿上，卸下方才那分防备与凛冽的气息，所拥有的，也不过是一双孩子气般容易点燃的眼睛。自树梢坠落的光斑融成大大小小片圆晕，少女和大典上说笑着的游人混合交织的影子奇妙地凌乱其中，他踮起脚，几个踏步抢步上去踩着，好玩似的。颀长而略显清秀的轮廓被纳入过分明亮的白光中，使得看过去时需得略微眯起眼睛。 不知道怎么的，就发现了一路跟随在身后的SKY。 润泽着水气的脚尖收了回来，少年稍稍偏偏了头，一双眼睛婉转地侧倾，黑漆漆的底部始终有些白亮亮的东西无法长久驻留在一处，自在蔓延。 毫不介意地继续尾随，唇边无可抑制地现出一段弧度。SKY松开画板，装做漫不经心地向一片红得深深浅浅的樱花抛出目光，无法窥测到尽头的烟红自道路两侧熏染，绵延成一片旋涡。几小瓣嫩粉散漫地盘旋，盘旋，自在飞花轻似梦。 少年倏地回转身来，给迎面上来的SKY一个措手不及，好不容易才生生收住力道。 就差小半步了呢，垂下眼睛，少年的鼻子停留在自己的下面，笔直的，如同一小段山峰。SKY为这样刻意的再次相遇感到兴味盎然。 少年自腰间缓缓抽出一把刀来，亮得令人无法忍受，流水般的线条顺着目光蜿蜒。看不清哪里在闪，星星碎了一角，刀身削去了少年指头上的一片指甲。 一天一地淌进了少年红枫一般的眼神，嘲讽和歹毒交相在其中辉映，甚至带着几分快意的，在唇角现出一抹浅淡的笑意。 不为所动地扬了扬眉毛，但心里着实吃了一惊，SKY将画板慢慢收起。向下凝视着少年的眼睛底部，一点点探询的意味都没有，只是有些许悲伤，也或许是怜悯。 “我对你来说，就这么危险吗？”慢慢开了口，虽然是问句，声音却是笃定的。 “既然我的幻术对你无效，那么至少我可以毁了我自己，在你毁灭我之前。” “以第二次见面来说，这个开场白恐怕不是太浪漫。”依然慢吞吞的开口，眼睛里却分明是笑的意思。 “我并不想见到你——我不想见任何人。”少年昂起下巴，骄傲，却不过分。令人不可抑制地想到高山稀薄的雾起中那些若隐若现的树木，从根部开始，生发出一股孤僻高洁的姿态。极尽凛冽，却总让令人伸出触摸，哪怕冒着摔得粉身碎骨的危险。 “那是你的选择，而你无法拒绝我的选择。不瞒你说，我比较想见你。” “哦？不幸之至！又或者你是无线电搭错了路线？” “唔，好一介'区区草民'，”有意无意地讽刺着少年方才回答FA的问题，“却会用幻术的力量支配人心去做出残忍的事情呢。” 挑了挑眉，少年冷笑了一声，“残忍吗？残忍的意思是？残忍的标准是？我倒是分不清什么叫残忍，什么叫仁慈呢，倒是要向您请教了？” “唔，残忍嘛……”温柔地笑了起来，“就是要让分明不会被幻术控制的人想要被控制吧。” SKY的鬓角微微牵动，皮肤细小地舒展，掩饰不住的几分疏朗和豁达，却没来由地令人心头觉得温暖。 “你不轻视幻术？” “该被轻视的难道不是被施与幻术的一方吗？所谓幻，是一种把握人心，并左右人心的力量。换句话说，是对方心中已经有了动摇之处，才会被控制住的吧。” “你的意思是说，只要意志坚定就不会被控制住吗？” SKY点点头，又轻轻摇头，“不，自然不完全如此。你的语言本身也是一种幻术，是一种引导，即使意志坚定者，也会轻易跟随你的牵引，不知不觉间就已经陷入幻术当中了呢。”缓了一缓，继续说道，“依方才所见，你对FA他们说那位侍卫戴着面具。你如此说完，众人便看到那人果真戴着狰狞的面具，这是因为言语已经在他们心中留下了影响，而你不过是在那人面前扔了一片树叶，你手上的那种。” “可我让他们挑下那侍卫的面具来，其下却依然是面具，而且每一张都不尽相同。” “这不是很简单？你只要说着'下面这张面具没有鼻子'，人们就真的看到那张脸上没有鼻子，实际上，那不过是一片没有主脉络的叶子挡在他面前罢了。依次类推，没有眼睛的，就是抠了两个洞的叶子；没有嘴巴的就是下方抠掉一个洞的叶子……直到所有人都相信了这一切，把那位侍卫当做'云之使'逮捕为止。” “怎么，知道了都不害怕你也会落到那个下场？”少年抱起胳膊，顺手摘了几片叶子在指尖阑珊把玩，不一会儿却都一一揉成了碎片儿。一股清冽而湿润的绿意顺着修长的指尖弥漫开来。 “我为什么要害怕呢？”向前靠了一靠，没有任何疑虑。少年退了好几步，再次将那把刀子抵住自己。 叹了一口气，SKY轻轻地问道，“你不愿意让我信任你吗？” 少年抿紧了唇角，一双秀气的眉皱在了一起，看得出几分挣扎，“我不需要那种东西！” “那么，你是谁？你和他们说的，和你自己说的都不一样，那个真实的你是谁？” “真实？这是像仁慈一样的谎言。”少年的眼睛迷惑着，瞬间就变成了谨慎和嘲讽，那层白光扶摇直上，“一些人称我为'谎言'，一些人称我为'祸害'，一些人称我为'想要却不能要的爱'，一些人称我为'想忘却不能忘的痛'，仿佛只要他们愿意，就可以给我各种各样种类繁多的名字，但它们中的任何一个都不是我真正的名字。” “你真正的名字是？” “无名。” “我在和一个名字多到无法取舍的人对话吗？” “不！我叫那些名字，但我不是那些名字。在这个世界上，我可以是任何一个可以想象得出的形象，却任何形象都不完全是我。” “那些名字你怎么可能喜欢呢？”若有所思地扬起睫毛，眼尾如同小鱼施施然游弋开去，“有没有人对你说过，你如同一颗独自燃烧的星星呢？”不等少年回答，已然先开了口，“所以，你是否也可以拥有一个只可以被一个人呼唤的名字呢？比如说——STAR。” 微风中，SKY看到少年侧过头去，下巴上垂落的阴影是羞涩的小小窘态，嘴巴里却说着“由得你去，与我何干？” 话刚出口，便立即意识到泄露了心底的情绪，不禁咬到嘴唇发白，狠狠瞪了SKY一眼，便不再开口说一句话。 傍晚还离得很远，那仿佛会忧郁一般的暗蓝色显然还没有抵达。白天的星星们会闪烁在哪个方向呢？究竟是怎样的时刻，使得它们决定向幕启时的人间露出自己的身姿呢？那小小的，看不到影子却光芒万丈的身姿。天空充沛着饱满的颜色，时刻都在变幻，由浅入深，边缘时而夹杂着淡金或鸽灰。少年绷紧身体站得笔直，在并不太远的淡蓝下，宛如一根被风擦洗过尖梢的枝条。长发阔然地散开，犹如刚刚张开的翅膀，一层一层，绵密地打开。而那一刻，一切都俨然不在了，只有一双流泉般的眼睛，在等待着什么。SKY没有张口，他知道那是什么，他们一起都在等待着，等待着星星们用自己的光明编织属于自己的黑暗，那摇篮一般滞缓流动的，液体似的黑暗。