Chapter 9 Please leave me in a certain piece of blue sky-2

4. When it was completely dark, SKY came to FA's house.The rabbit waiter who didn't say much stretched his green-backed and blue-checked tie, bowed deeply, and then raised the lantern high.It is recorded in ancient books that only ancient China used this kind of bamboo to tie up thin paper, reflecting the deep paths little by little.The unglamorous light fell on the depression in the bottom of my heart, pressed down softly, and couldn't float up for a long time. Thin silk paper, delicate brushstrokes, a dark red slanted plum on the light green background, and so many chaotic white spots like falling snow, floating down, floating down, entangled with the dark red tassels.

FA's eyes are deeply hidden behind them, and he is not wearing a military uniform. A thick black uniform is only loosely covered on the body, without any decoration.Sitting down on the blue unicorn-colored brocade cushion opposite him, SKY noticed that there was a dark green porcelain vase on the small table of red lacquered wood, and a few willow leaves on the fine dark green glaze were being teased by both hands. The obedient gesture was so humble, The few plum blossoms stuck in the wide mouth of the bottle looked lonely and cold, breathing in the fragrance of plum blossoms that seemed to be shining white light, the whole person became dull.

"I still like plum blossoms so much." FA spoke first. "Ok." "I remember you participated in the entire 'Cloud and Sky Ceremony', how do you feel?" "What do you want to know?" Eyes blinked, but the answer was still watertight. The two stared at each other for a long time, unable to tell who laughed first, "SKY, I really like you, a quiet but thoughtful guy." "Well, it might be misunderstood by other people who heard it." "I remember, I haven't told the whole 'Yun Shi Zhi Ze' thing? Are you interested in hearing a story?"

"Ah, don't you think the last sentence is a bit redundant?" SKY spoke very slowly, almost making people think that the provocative meaning in it was diluted to nothing, but FA didn't care. Holding the moss green teacup, the comfrey painted in light gray blue is swaying alone, and the warm wind is passing through, almost transparent.With blurred eyes, FA told a story. In this world, there are as many kinds of suffering as there are people.And for those who have experienced it firsthand, but have not been able to share it with others, understanding each other will always be difficult.If you want to examine all the pain, it is like counting pebbles from the river beach, it will always be futile, but this does not prevent you from picking and picking, and taking a few polished and smooth ones into your pocket.

There was a boy who was born without facial features, and people called him "the faceless man".Until he grew up, he didn't think he had any abnormality, because his expression even exceeded that of all able-bodied people-he used a brush to apply paint on his face, and wiped it off when he didn't need it, just like a whiteboard.Those expressions are so realistic and rich, so no one has ever discovered his secret.The Faceless Man always avoids water deliberately, and he did, until he met a girl he likes.He couldn't contain his desire to cry, you know, there is no need for love without tears.But when he shed the first tear, the girl was terrified, and the faceless man lost her.He wanted to find his facial features like crazy, so he hit the road.

On Xizhi Avenue, he came across a wooden doll.That doll's eyes are always wide open, but it's not that she can't close her eyes. She just tried her best to learn how to do it after hearing her master say "It would be nice if time didn't pass by in the blink of an eye". No more blinking.She started by slowing down the blinking speed, and finally practiced until it took her four full years to make the upper eyelids meet the lower eyelids, but the owner abandoned her here.On this road, there are still too many strange fates: Dun fell in love with Mao, and at the moment when he learned that Mao was also in love with him, he hugged Mao tightly, and the two would never be separated again But they are all broken; they have been yearning for the beach with waves all their lives, and every grain of golden sand is longing for the salty sea water, but because they are afraid of losing, they still refuse to open their mouths, and they can only guard their lives. on the periphery of love.And those feet that step on the beach carry all kinds of stories. Some of their owners abandoned everything else in their lives for a goal that would automatically climb to a higher point endlessly; And let yourself spend your whole life to forget, but the result is only a deeper memory, even though the lost point is just an illusion; some people insist on believing other people's lies, and weave more lies for themselves to support that one Lies, even if you know the truth in the end, you don’t repent, or even if you repent, you have to pretend that you don’t have repentance; some people think that life is a prison all their lives, but they just don’t have the courage to jump out...

After hearing all this, the Faceless Man decided to find a way to get rid of all these pains.And he did it in the end, don't ask me what method I used, that is already too old a secret technique, which has long been lost.It's just that after he did it, all human beings did it. They threw out the part they didn't want, just like cleaning up garbage. "It's time for the real turning point." SKY said slowly. "Those things that have been cleaned up do not only include evil and ugliness, but also love and goodness. Due to different individuals, various emotions are thrown out. And all these things are condensed into each' Cloud Angels', to put it bluntly, they are living beings with exactly the same emotions as humans, but they are not real humans."

"Are they human suffering itself?" FA laughed inexplicably, "Exactly. But do you know how humans call 'Emissaries of the Cloud'? They gave them other names." "what?" "reality." After being silent for a while, SKY raised the porcelain cup in front of him, raised his head and swallowed half a cup of bitter tea, then raised his dark chestnut eyes, and suddenly smiled, "It's worthy of the name." "Indeed, all those who have abandoned pain have not discovered that a new kind of pain has quietly condensed, that is, the loss of pain itself."

"It sure is painful, especially when they realize that pain and reality are twins. And then?" "You know the Sisyphus virus? It makes humans feel like a mint, cold, alert, transparent but lost. What's worse, they start to feel like their chests are melting, with holes after holes that allow the wind to Slip them through easily and lift them up like a bag with handles." "Ok." "Abandon the pain, but get more pain because of it, and because you want to get rid of this greater pain, everything is back to the original point. So how can they be saved?" FA tapped the small table with his fingers, as if unconscious , actually approaching SKY step by step.

The latter picked up the cup leisurely, with a vague smile on his lips. The lips that had just been moisturized were water-colored, moist and beautifully curved. "Maybe, you can help them?" SKY did not answer. "SKY, why don't you give up your pain?" The topic changed. "Too many memories." "Unfortunately, only when it is realized, will it become a white knife and be deeply implanted in your heart. Only you will feel that holding a sharp knife is also a kind of happiness. Then, why don't you get it for everything? What about people with the virus recreating pain? You just use your paintbrush to paint pictures of all kinds of pain and let them claim it..."

"And what about the 'Emissary of the Cloud'?" "I can kill them." "Well, but it's tea time, I heard there are delicious pancakes." SKY stood up, and the chair didn't make a sharp sound. Unexpectedly, I bumped into a large piece of gorgeous flower trees outside the window, which is probably the endless cherry blossoms in ancient Japan.I couldn't see the exact color, but the dense flower branches unfolded gracefully, obviously overwhelmed, but still trying my best to smile.There are traces of bleak, pale smiles flooding under the bottomless black curtain, like phantoms woven out of nothingness, folded layer by layer, and the sound of branches breaking can be heard. I don't know why, so blurred, but so clear, extending under the stars, the white silhouette is boundless. Many, many years ago, SKY met an elegant girl in the same season, and then she stood on tiptoe and gently picked off the first spring branch of his flower tree. She stood there, never moving. That is the picture that SKY will never forget no matter what, his girl, his memory, his small but hasty joys and sorrows.All at that moment, when he was awake, came one after another... It was under that cherry tree that she chanted for the first time "If I want to find spring, I am still on the same road as before", but she threw the following sentences to him to chew alone.When she bowed her head and picked up a small peach-shaped powder, the moistness of the night mist was a little sweet like grass, and also a little bit bitter in a daze, and she couldn't help but think of the two words she hadn't uttered, "I'm only pity the night after tomorrow" Where the head hangs down, there are countless chaotic mountains." The FA's encirclement and suppression order was immediately implemented as soon as it was issued.For three whole months, the government has been busy with a threatening letter signed by "STAR". It is too much to say that it is a threat, but the wording is very rude.The beginning of the sentence begins with "Sunset brings pain to the singer, and the sun to lose the pain without a song", and the lines are neatly copied on the parchment in small regular script, which is a language that has long been no longer remembered. They all follow the ancient meaning and have an indescribable elegance.Probably guessing the arrogant and provocative flavor in this letter, the already determined FA immediately became busy, wanting to get rid of 'Yunshi Zhize', and couldn't find a more suitable excuse and opportunity than this moment .The military officials who surrendered most of their military power under the pressure of the FA were already quite critical. In addition, the crusade team was unable to move because they could not find a way to reach the "Yunshizhize", and they repeatedly asked for withdrawal. Under pressure from all sides, FA made the decision to give up the crusade in desperation, but ordered to capture the "cloud envoy" named STAR at all costs. Somehow, the sky took the blue, and it never changed. A large area of ​​gradual blue is flattened and spread out.The sky is in love with that color, otherwise why risk the pain of tearing yourself apart to embed that color into your chest? But why?Why do you love such a sad but unspeakable color.Whenever, micro-blue; no matter what, micro-blue, never again, no other expressions. The foundation is laid layer by layer on plain white paper, the dry and cracked bark goes up all the way, and the stretched flower branches are slender and messy. Although they bloom late, rows of pink and white flower buds have already appeared.The tender green and brown-red stems are oppressed by the blue of the sky, but they condense into heavy teardrops at the ends, just waiting for such a moment, a sad moment, to fall into the eyelashes of passers-by, and to live a lifetime of tears. The waiting and beauty are indulged.While painting, SKY felt a kind of tender pain in his heart. The gentle wind spread out the ripples a little bit, very clear, and a little bit of water ripples spread, hitting the scattered leaves and grass roots in the forest deep and shallow.Miscanthus is greener and tenderer than other plants, and it has completely withstood the unscrupulous sunlight, and even the ends are transparent and glowing, as if it is completely above the world.The distant mountains are silent, and there is a heavy smoky purple shadow in a place farther and deeper, beyond the reach of eyesight.I don't know when to be born, I don't know when to die, human life is too humble compared with it, the past and future that we can't meet all become a kind of melancholy caused by cherishing at this moment. Hearing the sound of cloth rubbing against branches and leaves, clumps of colorful flowers covered the entire footprint. Under the peach tree in spring, I bumped into a pair of deep eyes unexpectedly.It is no stranger to such a pair of eyes that are good at changing, and only when they are quiet can they always stare at the unknown distance or void. The boy was sitting under the tree root, wearing a light gray unlined jacket embroidered with running water patterns.The edge was paved all the way down, soft and moist, unable to withstand the touch, but it just flowed everywhere without interfering, so it covered a large area of ​​dry soil around the body.A few oval-shaped green leaves drift down from time to time, hit the beautiful fabric, and gradually sink down until only circles of lingering shadows are reflected, and the sharp and sharp ends stab straight at SKY's chest. The sense of oppression left by beautiful things. It is clear and bright, and it is not uncommon to imitate the dress of the ancients.On the street, there are tourists dressed as tourists who lived in various eras, with their sleeves closed or loose, and women always painted faded flowers on the red, white and white fabrics, with only fingertips exposed outside the two-inch wide cuffs. .Willows are folded outside the long pavilion built on purpose, or one sleeve is lifted slightly, and one side of the sleeve is bent over and inserted into the soil. When you look up, there is always wetness in your eyes, which is indescribably moving. There was no wind, not even the slightest movement of the treetops.The two stared at each other silently, STAR raised his head slightly, a few strands of blackness fell on the light gray and old single shirt, flowing over and down, the sun held up the sharp sword high, and a golden light flashed, chiseling out the image of the boy The abrupt and deep facial features, the high places are dazzlingly bright, and the low places can't accommodate anything but shadows. A kingfisher flew over from the branch, and a shallow shadow fell from the gap between its wings, shaking off gently, covering half of the boy's profile little by little.Following one or two indistinct cries, the boy stood up, leaned forward, and then stopped in front of SKY. The fine strands of hair flew up, and a few small strands together faced Gao Jie's forehead.Smiling slightly, Shi lowered his body, "Long time no see." I don't know who took that step first, but when he realized it, STAR was sliding backwards along the slowly descending hill.The tip of the grass is still shaking slightly, and the little insects living on it are moving from one petal to another in a leisurely manner. I don’t know if this insect and a flower were exchanged many years ago. It is through mutual trust that they are so peaceful and peaceful.It was as if the smoke from the palm of God was lingering, just diffused, never paying attention to anything. The moment SKY reached out his hand, the boy grabbed his wrist, pulled hard, and wrapped himself into that embrace.It was too late to push away, the temperature on the wrist was so strange that the posture was stiff, the back was straight, the whole body was very bright, as if wrapped in some crystal, all the light was crazy, from the four corners, from the Sideways, pouring from top to bottom, pouring, mad and reckless.As if in the twilight, the last touch of the dancing sunset glow on the horizon, the gorgeous colors are desperately lingering and procrastinating their short but magnificent life, and the viewers forget to breathe for a moment. STAR glimpsed a whole ice-blue snowfield in SKY's body. The dry and cold wind even split the air into pieces. The fierce, blue-fronted wind cut out a crisp and bright knife.Pale flakes of snow rotate leisurely, little by little, rising gracefully from bottom to top.When it reached the sky, the whiteness spread out suddenly, forming flocks of birds, flying above the incomprehensible sky.There was no sound, only the wings opened and closed, and gradually disappeared behind the snow-covered clouds. This is... the heart of SKY. The wings cut through the clouds alone, and the wind swirling from the light gray and deep purple ravines was completely confused for a while... The feathers snaked back against the bone line of the wings, like thirteen daisies blooming, and there was nothing in the air. Methodically drifting.In an instant, all the birds turned to Linglong's eyes. A small drop, a small drop, clear teardrops, overflowing from the corners of the arrogant and pitch-black eyes.So slowly, hitting the feather tip, trembling slightly. fell. Deep and shallow potholes suddenly appeared on the snow, like a layer of collapsed memory, sinking and floating in the slow time. STAR trembled for a while, his eyes spread to the distance, and a tombstone appeared at some point.The light gray shadow was thin and lonely, silently pressing on the boy's toes, and in an instant, a straight line caught the eyes of both of them. The snow had already stopped, and the birds flew to unknown destinations.Only the girl's smile on the tombstone was delicate and bright, as if breathing, burning in the thin air.The corners of the somewhat shy lips curled up in a tiny arc, and the eyes were so pure that it was unbelievable, as if they had been washed by the flowing spring in the mountain stream.I don’t know what kind of needle and thread was used to borrow the snowy field under the outline of the girl in the photo. The moment of pure white flying in the sky is stitched together with this piece in SKY’s heart. "She's dead..." SKY hesitantly opened his mouth, with no ups and downs in his voice, and unfathomable emotions, all of which were swirling and involved in this container called "heart". The eyes that had just been careless just now stopped wandering, and looked straight and deeply. After a long time, as if at the moment when everything was confirmed to be true, they suddenly burst from the inside, and the sound of glass piercing into the skin could be heard, and the sound of glass piercing into the skin was heard. Yes, very dull. "So it's love." There was something flickering in STAR's eyes, a drop of light, and it disappeared soon. "The girl I loved died before my eyes. She died." "That's how it is," tilted his head slightly, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he couldn't let SKY see it, only the voice roamed on tiptoe among the clouds, "That's why you won't be controlled by my illusion. Illusion won't let you People who don't want to see it see it, and only humans who have no real emotions desire to see through illusions what they don't have. You don't need illusions because you still have 'love' and 'pain', most importantly Yes, you are not 'Barcode'." Everyone is well aware that the illusion of the "Emissary of the Cloud" is a city in the sky built on memories, and only when they release those memories of love and pain that have long been discarded by others, will they make people defenseless addicted.And as early as inconceivable ages, human beings have abandoned love in order to avoid all kinds of pain.At the same time, marriage, which is necessary for reproduction, has become a matching activity after the mother and father are screened by computer, and those who are successfully matched are collectively called "barcodes". "...Are you crying?" Clearly noticing the boy's emotions, SKY looked for the boy's eyes. "How could he cry?" A small part of the light above SKY and STAR's heads was cut off, and only a few gleams leaked out between the wing-shaped silhouettes.The feathers are densely covered layer by layer, lifted up little by little, and fully stretched out to a full twelve inches, and every turn of the side presents a different angle of beauty. "Is it a fire mark?" SKY pressed his fingertips on the top of his eyelashes, and he called out clearly after he could see clearly. "SKY," Huoyin's round body without a head "looked" over, "He was just now using your kindness and dislike of rejection to peep into the secrets of your heart, have you forgotten that? It's not a good thing. I remember that there is a sentence in the STAR quotation that the headquarters gave us: "If someone sticks a knife into your chest, what you should do is not to howl or die, but to pull out the knife silently and wipe off the blood. , wait for the opportunity, use the same knife to plunge into his heart until he dies, and then you can die. 'How can this kind of person who doesn't know how to love himself know how to love others? Let alone shed tears?" He laughed lightly, and then his voice grew louder, with a very high end, SATR stopped laughing, but his eyes were like flames in ice, and all his emotions were frozen at the root of them. The wind in the forest is cool. The wind blowing over the young man's shoulders did not intend to stay in the slightest, and passed over his hair calmly and indifferently, with a icy and cool touch, and the fragrance of eucalyptus and chickweed. Both SKY and Huoyin heard the vague sound, and the slow beat swayed the breath inside, as if the inner side would all fall apart and fall from a single point. At that time, STAR's voice was forever remembered in their hearts, "Why would I cry? That's the stars singing..." After staying for a while, Huoyin suddenly woke up, "SKY! I will use my last life to inform you of one thing—" SKY looked at it with a half-smile look, "Well, could this be the last 'last time'?" "I'm going to die today!" "Don't you often die?" "SKY! The pursuers sent by FA to kill STAR are already targeting you. According to the forecast, they will point their guns at you in about 120 seconds." "Hey, why didn't you say it earlier?" "I forgot." 5. If cherry blossoms only have one color of whiteness, how can they resist the endless bullying season after season?However, she is so persistent in wanting to possess that thin purity. Every day at dusk, the flower branches hang down little by little, showing layers of whitening on the deeper and deeper foundations, faintly, like the drooping eyelashes of a girl.One heavy, trying to cover up all the thoughts, but it is more obvious. The footsteps of the soldiers crushed the thin white layer under the roots of the tree, so clean, but once stained, it was dirtier than anything else.Walking carefully from one end of the road, he walked slowly and steadily, and he could hear the cautious and worried mood behind him. STAR didn't look back from the treetops, when the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead, just like that, he heard the sound of the tide. The birds had already fluttered to other places in panic, hula la blindly, because the gunshots rang out just now. STAR walked slowly from one end of the road, without footsteps, as light as a floating ghost.No one blocked those bullets, even SKY didn't move, only the young man could clearly see those shining stray bullets with his graceful posture.Stretching out his hand, the boy spread out all the bullets in a magazine. It was a long and slender hand with nervously pointed and thin fingers, which sank slightly due to the weight. Facing the terrified soldiers who were clenching their guns and preparing to defend themselves, there was no special expression on their faces. In the hazy evening, STAR opened his innocent and innocent eyes and asked seriously: "Did you lose this? " The cherry blossoms protruded obliquely, and a gust of wind blew through them, shaking them gently, like small snowflakes floating under the street lamps, falling hesitantly, the young man's eyes gradually couldn't distinguish between the color of the flowers and the twilight. Speechless, with their mouths open, the soldiers' throats were short-circuited. "Why, why, why, why you, you won't... die?!" Finally, one of the bolder screamed, hissing sound somewhat like a snake. "Dead?" The young man looked over in surprise, stroking his temples with his fine strands of hair, as if gently stroking the silky girl's fingers, and gradually, another layer of ridicule appeared, "Isn't this thing for putting on the ground?" Playing for fun? What's that called, bo, glass marbles. I'm really, really knowledgeable." Imitating the soldier's stammer, he bowed, but was completely insincere. The soldier in front of him changed his distorted angle because of being humiliated, and even the wind that gradually warmed his body during the running from winter to spring couldn't smooth it out. "Do you know what this is?" The boy stretched out his left hand. "Left hand." "Hey, not stupid. Well, do you know what this is?" "Of course it's the right hand." The soldier looked at it and replied confidently. "Go back and ask FA a question for me: the left hand wants to kill the right hand, why is it the body that fell down?" His feet were splashed with mud, and he didn't have time to wipe his trouser legs. The man who ran away as if he had received an amnesty gradually disappeared. STAR slowly came back to his senses, and when he turned the angle, the figures of the rest of the soldiers reflected in his eyes turned around, as if it had just rained and landed on this world from all directions.After a blink of an eye, a layer of coolness quickly appeared, and the person stretched and contracted suddenly, at this moment, he just opened his mouth. "There is such a group of mice. They were ordered to hunt down a cat. The moment they met the cat on the street corner, the probability of the mice running away due to natural fear was 10%. The cat showed their paws on the spot The probability of being shocked and shocked is 5%, and the probability of chasing the cat all the way to the wild, and having a bloody fight with the cat is 50%. Oh, you see, what a difficult road you have chosen, I really don’t know. I'm all heartbroken for you." "I'm not a mouse," said one of the soldiers. "One of the mice thought he was a human, but when he uttered this sentence, he found that there was a 40% probability that he was two-legged, and a 60% probability that he was four-legged." "No—" With a distressed and mournful cry, everyone looked over. The soldier just now disappeared at some point, replaced by a huge mouse. When the eyes rolled, they were still a little panicked and at a loss, and looked down. When he turned his head to look at his two short legs, he made a painful sound in his throat, and at the same time put the two front paws into his mouth hard. "The probability that this mouse will be hated by the same kind as a different kind is 20%, and the probability that these same kind will start to doubt their own race is 90%." STAR's lukewarm voice continued, and there was no way Any emotion, just staring at everything in front of him very normally. The soldiers didn't dare to turn their heads to look at the people around them. Something called fear slowly expanded in each other's eyes until it occupied the entire fundus and was about to overflow from the corners of the eyes. I don't remember who peeked at the side first, even the breathing was frozen into ice, above the frozen eyeballs, there were small frost balls hanging on the eyelashes.The soldier who was the first to realize that he had turned into a mouse was suddenly surrounded by a group of dark gray furs, and all his anger was turned to the shivering little animal.Although they are the same kind, it is a maddening thing to find that one's original world has collapsed in one breath and can no longer remember the way back. Seeing that the little mouse was about to be torn into pieces by other soldiers who had just turned into mice, STAR took out a shakuhachi from nowhere, brought it close to his lips, and blew slowly. All of a sudden, the waves are purple and blue, foggy, and the water sleeves are flying up, which is the most bewildered contemplation in this season.There must be something covered up by this world, the truth is both simple and profound, both clear and vague. Why...why do you want to live?Before reaching this land, what is it that made us finally decide to come?Where is the choice we start with? The rats hunkered down and listened with melancholic fascination.Then, one by one, they whispered, "Who am I? Who are you?" Small questions interweave between the sky and the earth, slowly covering them into a net.And STAR stood in the very center, with a few strands of cool sky leaking through the omissions of the mesh, and an inexplicable sadness appeared in the eyes that couldn't see clearly. Putting down the shakuhachi, the boy covered his eyes, and a hoarse voice came from his palm intermittently, "You remind me of bad memories, go away." The mice began to look around blankly again, "Who is he? He said he was a bad memory—then what are we?" "Go away!" It's like the convulsive orange color at the top of the flame. If you get close, you will be burned. Even the air trembles slightly, exuding a burnt smell. Taking the shakuhachi away from the irritable boy, SKY changed to a brisk tune.The arms are bent in a graceful and symmetrical angle to the shoulders.In an instant, the white mist suddenly cleared, and the sky opened layer by layer, no more, no less, a full nine layers.A strand of sunset glow sifted some beautiful colors of crimson and light blue and fell on the early rising stars, and the blue sifted some stars and fell between the sky until it covered a thick layer, Both hands are unable to lift up. I was drinking the leisurely music against the stars, and swayed coolly with the evening wind. The mice swayed their bodies, stomped their feet, raised their small arms, and clapped their hands. It was a dancing song like skirt waves.The song didn't stop, and SKY continued to play while walking, as if pulling out a colorful silk, flying in the air behind him, creating gorgeous colors, contrasting the monotony of the sky upwards. Jumping and dancing on the path without stones and fetters, they tried their best to try their best, and did not stop when they reached the edge of the cliff, one after another jumped down. Stopping, SKY saw the boy standing beside him thoughtfully, looking down at the deeper and deeper abyss until it was pitch black and bottomless.The last light of the day had already returned, and it stayed on his forehead. After sweeping away the messy hair, he caught a glimpse of the last mouse out of the corner of his eye.It was probably because he suddenly realized that everything was an illusion, shouted loudly, and pulled out his hair vigorously. Before he had time to think about it, he picked up a wooden stick from the ground—bang. "The last one, the probability of being knocked out - 100%." ​​SKY threw down the blood-stained stick with those painting hands, as if he didn't care, as if he had become commonplace. "You are so rude." STAR frowned, "What if he wakes up?" "Oh, don't you want him to wake up?" SKY's eyes widened so that Huoyin couldn't hold his breath, coughing and laughing hard.The wings are still holding the round belly, as if afraid that it will really slip to the side. "You really don't want them to die. Even the masked soldier who was captured by the FA didn't suffer any injuries on his face. But——I can't bet on your safety. As for this one , "Looking at the soldier lying on the ground, who regained his human form due to the disappearance of hallucinations, "after he wakes up, he will tell FA that you are with me, and his companion jumped off the cliff because of me. Said In the end, they committed suicide, so the FA can't do anything to me." "Besides, that's SKY. Master FA never blames Master SKY for anything." Huo Yin continued. After hearing the syllable that cut his teeth to his lower lip, STAR's obviously pale face became cautious and ugly.Stepping back, stepping back, the distance between each other is getting wider and wider. It was completely dark, insects chirped and stopped in the bushes, and there was a large hazy shadow on the broad-leaved sycamore, the front and side, like freehand brushstrokes.The brown path extends to both sides with long blades of grass, fluffy foxtails, and Diandimei, which are so obscured that they cannot be seen from the body, are tightly attached to each other.From the light to heavy sound of insects running over grass blades, one can almost imagine that those thin and long legs are pushing aside the huge plants for them, and quietly staring at the sky. The sky is so big, no boundaries can be found no matter what. But if there is no boundary, where is the end of the sky? Neither SKY nor STAR moved, they both stood there with their eyes intertwined, only separated by the starlight of the day and the place.It just flickers on the top of the head that can be touched, and if you take one off, you can put it in the palm of your hand to warm it up. "SKY is a close friend of Master FA, and he is also an important person who was invited to participate in the 'Cloud and Sky Ceremony'—" "Firemark!" Somewhat self-satisfied, the voice raised by the fire mark was cut off decisively by SKY. The young man's eyes became complex and sharp, his chest heaved and his hands trembled uncontrollably. The flower branches are broken, the pink and tender buds are pink and tender, the swollen parts are always lighter in color, and the end is rich and sternly red, stabbing straight at the young man's chest, and the sound of the skin cracking can be heard. Without making a sound, he turned around and rushed towards a bush of thorns that was completely opposite to the way he came from.The surroundings began to shake in a linear shape, and the color blocks moved in a large area, and were discarded behind the back in a haphazard manner. Cracked, broken, and dirty, the lines painted on the originally clean single shirt broke free and flowed all the way. Everything fits together, night and starry sky, love and pain, man and woman, and... trust and betrayal.When experiencing all of this hugeness, how can a person's tiny body not explode from the inside out? That's why people are going to die, doing things, thinking about things on their minds, falling asleep and falling asleep in dreams, eating and eating, and there's a click—it's gone. When he came back, the single shirt was already wet, and the color in some places was darker.Lift the long hair from the graceful neck and let it flow down to the left shoulder.There was no sign of any emotional fluctuations, STAR returned to his aloof and indifferent look, and when he approached SKY step by step, he still bumped his feet unexpectedly. SKY's outstretched hand for support was coldly blocked, the boy stood up straight, met the wind and SKY's deep eyes, called out clearly "Master SKY", smiled slightly, lips The horn still looked good, "It's a pleasure to meet you." As the falling flowers drifted away like weeping tears, the eyes of the two people looking at each other were no longer the same as at any moment. Those who stood opposite each other and watched silently knew very well that as the rushing river flowed into the deep pool in the spring of the light green year, they would never, never touch that dark green tenderness again... I had the heart to bid farewell to the waning late spring. In order to move forward, I had to put my nostalgic gaze on a dark green top in the late spring.It is a new branch brewed after enduring the bitterness and cold of a winter, and the vitality that is suddenly relieved is not too strong, but it is surprisingly persistent.More than anything else, he tries to get closer to the sky, and the way he stretches hard makes people feel distressed, but he always looks so calm and noisy. The summer lotus with thick petals floats in the curling water mist, crimson like the clouds falling into the western sky, the upper end is a little prettier, and the lower end gradually fades to a milky white.自下而上延长的脉络微微闪着光，一下下轻扣冰冷的日光，向那抹金黄缓缓收缩成微妙的弧度，于尽头收缩成一点深红。看不清顶端的荷叶高高地挺拔出来，被照耀得浅淡的绿意只余脉络被清晰地勾勒，宛如撑起了一把小小的伞，堪堪遮住了淡泊而含蓄的那一笔荷。 远近虚实，一切宛如都已不再存在，只有花瓣浸入水流时的声音，极轻微。 水波中悄然分开的涓流，甘冽、清新，就像初初启程的某些故事。总是凭空教多情的美人儿落下几滴泪来，并非全部是附庸风雅或者伤春悲秋。 那之后又是许多时日不见了，SKY和STAR彼此都没有再找过谁。若不是那多无可回避的记忆，差一点就相信了，那只是春夜里向黎明荡漾而去的一个梦境。 在夜里饮茶，照例有一碟玫瑰水晶糕，盛在碧绿的盘子里，手指拈起一块时，偶能瞥见碟子底的几笔疏梅，是沉稳的茶色。 没有月亮，星星显得特别浓稠。将格子窗一层层卷起，便如同掉进了沁凉的河流，风是若有若无的，而星星的颜色变化多端，像洒上了露水一样，要缓缓坠落下来。 一时想起太多描摹夜色的句子，都是前人的，都爱把一弯银华写到无以复加。可是却也找得出“星河欲转千帆舞”这样漂亮清凉的意境。 听到SKY前来的通报，负着的手才放下来。转过身来，薄唇抿得很紧，总有不可亲近的压迫感，随着拨弄桌上灯火的亮度，几丝银白在鬓间若隐若现，抬起头来时却又全都不见了。 刻意不用电，饮食起居也能从简，对自己的生活到了苛刻的地步，据说FA这样做的目的是要亲身经历'云之使'的处境，如此才可以做到百战不殆。 伸了伸手，以手势指点SKY注意桌上摊开着的地图，边缘微微卷起，投下的阴影恰恰好压在一行小字上 ——“西西弗斯病毒扩散地区”。 后者低下头去匆匆扫了一眼，抬起头来时，看到FA深深凝视的目光，如此深邃而不可测量，一直都无法形容这双眼睛的线条。很难说是因为过于狭长才使那双眼睛显得冷酷而残忍，还是先有了那其中冷淡的光芒后又被匆匆覆盖住，只是又遮挡得不够好。 “听说'云之使'是无法被枪支所伤害的？” “似乎是这样。”SKY没有回避，坦然迎上去。 “而且当时你也在场？” "yes." 沉吟了片刻，将茶杯推到SKY面前。均匀的白釉上，几丛合欢花向微风扬起一把把小扇子，绯红绯红的，有点像少女的流海，“这样便好，我本来也还担心你无法适应那些家伙的暴动。只是，他们似乎偏爱找上那些比较像艺术家的人，也许是嗅到了什么特殊的味道？” 摇了摇手中不知从哪里得来的折扇，描金的草体诗词一下亮一下灭，“艺术家能有什么味道？不过也是或香或臭的体味罢了。” 虽然是笑着的，可SKY还是感受到了FA那寻根究底的意图。 “他们是幻觉而已，并不是真实的。我猜测，他们或许是在寻找'真实'。” “你认为……”SKY稍微将头低了个角度，目光停留在FA的领子上，最上端的扣子贴着皮肤，将整个颈项的线条切割成三角形，“什么是真实？” 愣了一愣，无疑对这样的问题感到意外。侧倾头将周遭缓慢地打量了一番后，目光回到了原点，面前的SKY正含笑等待回答，一时间让FA觉得，这个从不说谎的男人似乎比说谎的人更难以捉摸。 “你和我就是真实。” “那么，你和我的感情是你和我的一部分吗？” "certainly." “那么，你和我的感情是真实的吗？” "no." “为什么不是？” “因为我们看不到，也触摸不到感情。” “那么，你看得到那朵云吗？”SKY目光抽离的地方，是一大片星星下乳白色的云雾，不是太厚，如此轻盈，却不时将人与星星之间的距离隔断，就像另外一个世界的屋檐。 “看得到。” “你触摸得到它吗？” “我做不到……可是SKY，一朵云与一个人的感情是不同的！” 笑了起来，眼角边没有一点皱纹，平滑的肌肤有些恼人，“可是，在我心里，你和那朵云并没有什么不同。” "How is this possible?" “对于天空来说，你和那朵云都离它一样近，都是居住在它心中的生命啊。” “众生平等吗？” 微微点了点头，“同样的，既然你和云离天空一样近，那么你的感情和云也离我同样近。你说云之使们是虚幻的，那么，你自己便也是虚幻的了。” 深深吸一了一口气，远处的寺庙传来诵经声，平静而慈悲的低沉声音，是厌倦这世间却也眷顾这世间的矛盾。夜色穿越静坐着的身体，一下子澄澈起来，闭上眼睛，看到的，却是倒影着星群的河流。一遍遍冲刷着身体时，不知道可否将其内寄居着的那些躁动的情感洗得腿色些？ “可不管怎样，如果再不除掉'云之使'，让病毒停止扩散的话，那么天空的心大概要死去一大片面积了。” “FA，你为什么这么执着于要弄死那个孩子？我很清楚，你可不是什么为了正义或百姓而拼命的人。说白了，你是这么的——趋吉避凶。” 风没来由的大了，泥土的芬芳和着一两片花瓣飞进窗口，是单瓣的桃白。沉思片刻，两个人都同时想起了那个星空下挺拔的少年，还有他那双冰凉冰凉的眼睛下流淌着的浅淡哀伤。 没有迟疑，很快地笑了起来，“果然什么都无法瞒过你呢。没错，那个孩子，是她的一部分。” 哗——将淡淡蔻丹色的小点心倾倒在桌子上，就像蝴蝶的残翅一样流淌在枯草色的木桌上。清冷的绿色釉子仿佛从海水里敲打下来的碎块儿，没有了障碍，有些沉迷的表情望向了那一枝半开之梅。 突然领悟到，纵使爱会枯萎，记忆会老去，却有温暖已经被永远镂刻。从未远离任何人的那些细微如浮尘的情感，到来的时候总是不经门口。在任何一座面目气息同化到无法辨别其区别的城市里，突然降落在笼罩了月光的窗外。垂下手指，不知道该用什么姿势拿捏…… 发鬓还是夜一般漆黑的时候谁不曾轻狂过？FA也曾经为织锦似的感情绚目过，可那终究只是能嘹亮一夏的蝉罢了。 少年们的目光在花丛中流连，那些毫不客气的目光总是有些玩世不恭，终究爱情是沉重的东西，若无有力量的肩膀，便担负不起。可少女们就仿佛等待已久的雏菊，一经了水便细碎地绽放，那样专注，那样努力，虽未有十分的美丽，却已先有了几分水中掬月的柔软与轻灵。 喜欢上她就是那个时候的事，完全不经心的，本来无所事事的目光却因为撞见了那个身影而再也偏移不开。她不是雏菊，也不是怆然到仿佛吐了一大口一大口血的杜鹃，无法形容的神采，是不同于任何庸脂俗粉的淡然。 春天本不该是个易于开始的季节，却因为太多花草盲目地抽长而纵情了去。总是在等待，开开败败中，总是有新的花枝堪折，于是便不轻易许诺给任何一丛芬芳。当然，其实可以有更多的选择，譬如毫无期待，譬如无所流连，只是在那时，未必有人肯放过眼前的芳华，即使是弹指刹那。 或许就是这样，当她拖着长长的裙裾从铺满了青砖的小路上走来时，才有那么一种毫无顾忌的犀利。 洋李色的长裙曳地，淡金的花纹时而在其上一闪而过，洁白的裙浪一层层垂落下来，凌乱了一地的落花。低低的风拂过，柔凉的丝绸，成千上万瓣的浮白开始在她四处旋转，撩不起风上的一丝颤音。 前几日几场雨下来，白玉兰七零八落，枝头上也早已不见了一朵樱花，桃花洁白得很浓重，好像连影子都是漂浮的，花枝全部被没过，只偶尔闪出一方褐色的表皮。或青或红的砖石还很湿润，一步步走来时，脚边溅起一朵朵小水花，吧嗒，又落回去。 无声无息，谁都没有看，甚至在注意到那许多热烈的眼神时也不过冷冷笑了一笑。那个少女，她很清楚自己的美丽，可是却只肯把它当做利刃深植在看到的人心中，从此以后，想起的人也都只得了痛楚。 梅堪恨。 是她的名字。一个真正堪恨的名字。 不懂得也不会掩饰，没有几日就让她知道了他的心意，可同时也知道了她那特殊的'云之使'的身份。 她是个人类，不同于如今的“云之使”们魂魄一般的存在，却不知为何偏要居住在那云层之上——“到底那里有什么值得你垂青的？要住在那么高、那么冷的地方。”FA曾不止一次问过她。 “那地面上又有什么值得我垂青的呢？”微微扬起了眼睫，笔直的鼻子两侧垂下的两排阴影闪了闪，看透了一世般的说着，“哪里都是一样的，我的孩子。” 许是那样的傲慢惹恼了他，却也使他每每欲罢不能，割舍总是比记恨还难。 终于忍不住表白了自己的爱慕，她听了后却捂着嘴笑了半天，由于笑得太厉害，连腰都折了下去。好不容易直起身来，抚着胸口，眼角都流出了泪，还湿润着，清晰而坚定地说：“我不会让你得到我的，永不！” "why?!" “因为……你喜欢我。” 无法理解的逻辑，她却理所应当地坚持着。FA是在过了许多年之后才明白，那样自我的生命同时也是极端的自私，若是无法在爱她的人心头刻下一道疤，她那颗心大约是无法得以安慰的。 拒绝了所有前来求爱的少年，不管对方是家财万贯还是丰姿神俊，对于无情这一点上，她倒是意外的一视同仁。 若是白天够晴朗，夜晚总能看到那泼天也似的银河，俯视着从地面上探出头来的草根，看起来如此之近，伸出手去抓，它们却落在你的指尖上，那是永生永世也追逐不到的遥远。她就像那些星星，那些美到恐怖的星星。 他并没有想到那样的她后来会有一个孩子，那个男孩与她有着如出一辙的眉眼，柔软的黑头发就像漂流在水中的水草，缭绕着不知道谁的心思。想到时，他觉得无法呼吸，空气就仿佛被扎住了，在那一端膨胀着，而在他这一端却干瘪成了一只透明的袋子。 “而你偏偏给那孩子起名为STAR，真是名如其人哪。”FA望着坐在对面的SKY，因为想起这些过于久远的往事，眼神稍许变得柔和了些。 “所以你现在要杀了他？” “你的那颗小星星啊，因为太令人迷恋，所以我要让它熄灭。”