Chapter 10 Please leave me in a certain piece of blue sky-3

6. In the late autumn of the Baixing Year, the weather is far less dry and cold than in previous years.So much so that the tops of the trees are still verdant, and the overlapping distant mountains are blurred layer by layer. The sun is not too high, and only the small chin rests on the mountain peaks.The ridgelines of the mountains are wrapped in extremely strong highlights, which always lightly bounce off the mist-like light and spread in all directions, like the flying yarn on the girl's arm. Become infinitely soft. Whether it is the "Emissary of the Cloud" or the FA side, they are living in peace for the time being, but in fact, there are more intense emotions brewing on both sides, and it only takes a little spark to break through the surface and burst out suddenly.

Facing the wide courtyard at noon, the previous dry heat has long been lost in the wind back and forth.It was not the plants that turned a little bit of frost that noticed the chill earlier than the wind, but FA's eyes. Without any discussion, he drafted a strategic plan for "Yunshi Zhize" by himself, and has been busy with this matter, leaving other matters to his subordinates with confidence.When I think about it for a while, even SKY hasn't seen each other for a long time. The messenger who sent to summon SKY to have a drink came back and said that SKY had gone out early in the morning, and no one bothered to ask.There was only one drawing left on the lacquered wooden table, and I copied it casually. On the rough and yellowish sketch paper, the grains were very large. It was an ordinary autumn scene. The stone steps have been stretched obliquely, not too thick, but the grass stems are very long, tightly attached to the steps.It looked like an ordinary practice pen, and when I threw it away, the moment the paper was raised, I saw the star on the edge.I didn't realize it before, it was a star lit in the daytime, small, but it lit up everything around, like a lover's smile.

"It doesn't look like you at all, SKY, a trick like lovesickness seems too unbelievable for you." In front of the open lattice window, FA was talking to himself, and under the thin skylight, the silhouettes of many birds flashed by.Because it was daytime, there was not a single star in the sky. Except, except the one on the SKY screen. It has not been publicly announced, but it has already been leaked. The final plan for "Yun Shi Ze" has been drawn up, and it is placed somewhere in the FA mansion.Outsiders don't care too much about the content of it, and if they think about it, who would worry about things that have nothing to do with them?Also only FA, ​​which never seems to get tired of it.

But within a few days, strange things happened.I heard from the soldiers that the side hall seems to be haunted. Originally, there was only a plaster figure of SKY for sketching, but it spoke in the middle of the night. It seems to be reciting a sentence or two: "Santami plum is the most hateful, and it is often used as last year's flower." Sammei is the most hated, Sammei is the most hated... the most hated, the most hated... When hearing these two words, FA's expression changed.It could be seen that his mood became very chaotic for a while, and he couldn't find anything to say for a long time.

It's back, it's all back. At that time, her body was buried in the icy lake water, the corners of her skirt sank, soaked in too much water and gradually turned blue.There are steep and solitary peaks on both sides, very high, covering the light of the sky, her face is tightly wrapped in thick long hair, not stained with water plants or fallen flowers, it is too cold.Even the smell of moss, such an indescribable color, even the bones are frozen.The appearance of lying there was triumphant, there was no pain at all, only the bright and mocking smile, like a poppy instead of her face, pumped layer by layer, and continued to spread the gorgeous thick petals.

Even death has to be calculated, everything is in your own hands.I can't allow fate to make a little decision for myself. But for such a woman, her departure caused something to be lost in his chest, and he never came back. A few nights later, in the side hall where the plan was kept, several guarding soldiers suddenly burst into tears.Crying and shouting some names that even they themselves can't remember, they stumbled, pressed their hearts on the ground in embarrassment, and even cried out their noses. It's the Sisyphus virus.The kind of virus that makes people suddenly think of all the emotions they have abandoned, but just remembering the pain that went deep into the cracks of the bones, the cause and characters are still blurred.

I have already had formal training, and I have a certain degree of common-sense precautions against viruses, but I still suffered such a poisonous hand. Obviously, the "Emissary of the Cloud" has come. Fortunately, the plan was not stolen. Batch after batch of guards were changed, and they all suffered from such madness at the end.Occasionally, a few woke up, and recalled that it was a boy with long hair down to the waist, who came every night, telling some half-understood stories, each of which had a tortured ending in a different way.But when the end of the story came, the defenders suddenly discovered that they themselves were the protagonists in those stories.

It was as if someone was using a knife to open the skin bit by bit against the chest, cut out the heart, and then forced himself to swallow it.There are concave and convex patterns on the handle, reflecting the unique dull light of metal.The blade is bright and slender, flowing like water into the eyes of the blade holder, the red but terrifying eyes.Maybe it's because all beautiful things break the heart that they are remembered so clearly. Once the words "long hair over the waist" jumped into FA's ears, he couldn't calm down anymore. The chess piece in his hand fell to the board, and it spun for a long time before stopping.

The edge of the corner of the eye flew up thoughtfully, then got up and went to the side hall in person, waved his finger crisply, and everyone retreated.I was alone in the autumn wind that seemed to be able to see the outline. The temperature difference between day and night is still very large, and the color in the evening is so strong that it is desolate, and the fingers are curled up in the pockets. FA came to the side hall alone. The gate facing the courtyard is painted black, only the tip is covered with a layer of golden yellow tone, and the sky hangs very low, as if it wants to pierce the whole chest.There is an ambiguous layer of dark gray-green floating in the woods, which is slightly shaken together with a few winds.On the top of the tree there are red ribbons that were tied during the "Cloud and Sky Ceremony", floating up and down, almost broken, occasionally I can catch a glimpse of a poem written by someone who doesn't know who is on it—more important than Changmen, everything is wrong, What comes and goes differently.

Under the slanted door, the woman stood there.The golden awn was so painful, but she didn't say a word.The skirt was still the one she wore when she died, floral white, with only sporadic lace on the neckline and cuffs.The long hair was draped down heavily, as if it couldn't be picked up, flowing, flowing like water.When I saw FA, I seemed to smile, and the coral color of my lips spread out on my small pale face. "Who are you?" He deliberately calmed down, but when he saw that figure, FA's pupils dilated suddenly. "Who are you?" The woman replied in a low voice, tilting her head slightly like a bird, in such a naive and innocent way.

"You should know who I am." "You should know who I am." It was like throwing the sounds into the bottom of the lake, only to see them floating up after a while, the same words, the same arrangement and combination, only with some water vapor.Humid, slightly cool, with chattering teeth. "Tell me, who are you? Or should I show my sincerity first?" After a while, he opened his mouth, "I am FA, CEO, a soldier, 46 years old. So, what about you?" The woman's expression suddenly became lazy, her hair fluttered in a mess, and she didn't use her hands to manage it. Very similar, very similar to that evening when we first met many years ago... FA's chest seemed to be drawn out with thin and long threads, and there was some pain and some loss.He had understood many years ago that it was love.But he still can't understand why when love is so full, the lower part of his chest always feels empty. If so, it would be great if time could jump the needle at that moment.She was walking from the depths of the forest, behind her were patches of crisscross blush, because she could not tolerate other obstacles to make her go to the ultimate beauty, so she was always desperately frightening, and every petal was flawless.But even so, he only saw her alone, and he didn't even dare to look directly at her.That persuasive beauty is too dazzling, but it is like the waves of the sea, every time I come here, I am willing to let myself fall down willingly. Why can she always be so beautiful, as if as long as she lifts her finger, even the clouds will fall down and perch on it.And why, he has no way not to look at it, not to think about it. There is no way. When he came back to his senses, FA heard a woman's voice, "Which one is you? The name FA is you? The CEO is you? Or is it you who is a soldier? Or is 46 you? You told me too much , but too little, who are you? At least you have to tell me something, let me know that you are different from a box full of labels." "I am... a man who knows what he wants and will do anything for it. But it is precisely because of this that I am more aware that the most important thing in my heart no longer exists. Because I have no worries, I am ruthless; Because I am ruthless, I don’t know what I live for.” After answering these thoughtfully, I suddenly found that the woman opposite had almost never sent any substantive messages. "Is it your turn?" "I am... a woman who knows what she wants and will do anything for it. But it is precisely because of this that I am more aware that I only live to protect the most important beliefs. Because I have nothing to worry about, I am ruthless; because You are ruthless, so you can completely carry out your will." FA's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he said coldly, "But don't forget, you have already died." "so what?" "The dead cannot be called men, and this is a place where only men can stand and not fall." "then?" "Because you are still standing here, you are a human being; because you are a human being, you are not the dead woman..." She suddenly closed her mouth and did not continue. Why, why when facing that figure?Always use reason to constantly suppress emotions? Why, while doing all this, I desperately hope that I can be controlled by emotions once? Their eyes met, and FA didn't avoid it. In the other's eyes, he couldn't even reflect his own eyes.But what kind of look is that?What should that look be?Contradictions, struggles, love and hate, or... decisive?It's like swinging a knife straight at your beloved porcelain. The woman smiled, as if an empty existence, very far away, "Ah, are you suspecting that I am an illusion?" "I'm sure you're an illusion." "But you are already in this illusion, and even if you are aware of it, you still haven't gotten rid of it." no answer. "Because...you don't want to get rid of it at all." "Yes." He suddenly laughed, but the description was like crying.Such genuine sorrow spread layer by layer, and nothing could be stopped. "Even though I know everything is fake, I still want to... take another look at you." "Fake? Then what is true? 'What is there that you value? To live in such a high and cold place.' Is the person who said this true?" The woman's tone was arrogant And ruthless, "Did I ever tell you that when you said that, how cute was it?" There was no movement, only the heaving and falling of the chest. The FA is well aware that hallucinations are a trap.That is, when the person involved hears and believes the words of the illusionist, he is already in the hallucination.So, desperately not to believe it?Are you hallucinating too? Are you hallucinating who you are today?or not?It's like looking at the opening of a hole, always waiting for the prey to walk into it step by step, and sink deeper and deeper.So, can I be sure how deep I have fallen into now? "Can't you really hear—" The woman's voice dragged on for a long, long time, turned loosely, and lowered a little bit. "I'm not dead yet." No, not dead... There was a long silence.After a while, the man slowly straightened up, and the small shadows on the folds of the military uniform deepened layer by layer, just like his face.For a moment, it was just a moment of hesitation. When the woman went to look at it, the man had an extra gun in his hand. A woman's disdainful smile was reflected in the hole.There is still no expression of panic, nor dodge, the flush on the cheeks seems to be smudged because of something interesting, the color is as light as falling red... The eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as ten years ago. "Do you think you can kill me?" The woman raised Cang Jie's finger and nodded her forehead. "The bull's-eye is here. If you hit it, you will be rewarded." Pretty provocative attitude, but FA just can't pull the trigger.Holding the gun with both hands, it was still trembling slightly.The confidence and indifference in his eyes disintegrated little by little, and the cold sweat on his forehead turned hot again after a while. The irony in the woman's eyes gradually became stronger, she lifted her long skirt, and took a few steps forward in the most elegant posture.She has always been a woman who is too brave and transcends the rules of nature. She is firm but ruthless. She has never loved herself, so naturally she cannot love others.Perhaps it is this kind of extreme freedom that no one can achieve that has attracted FA for so long. Moreover, it continues to affect his soft heart that has long been forgotten. Gritting his teeth, FA blinked.A small drop of sweat had already fallen from his eyebrows, and he was panicked. Two pairs of equally deep eyes reflected each other.The content in it suddenly became extremely similar, maybe they didn't realize it, it was the eyes that nothing and no one could stop their progress, when the corners of the eyes were flying, a few traces of fierceness drifted out, the contrasting eyes, once the target was determined Never transfer again. Slowly lower the arms that were raised until they are at right angles to the body. He suddenly lifted it up again, holding it high above his chest, at an incredible speed.The index finger bent, and bang—the sparks scattered in the air, and the mechanism that was indistinguishable from his own body temperature was snapped down. A star flashed dazzlingly, and the bullet pierced through the woman's chest. The blood flower was just a few small drops, splashing out in a cool and dark red.For no reason, I thought of the pomegranate that had fallen on the gravel. It was such a beautiful and dazzling death, which made people yearn for it. The moment the woman leaned back, the corners of her skirt spun and was swallowed by flames in an instant. All the soldiers who had been lurking in the yard surrounded him.The badge is shining brightly, and the delicate metal reflects the color of the flame. The gun was thrown aside, and FA stared blankly at his palm.There are still such long and clean hand lines, it seems that there are not too many stories lurking, but there are still many unpredictable accidents, which always come uninvited. Although he had already expected the scene in front of him, when he saw the woman's graceful outline being licked black and stinking by the hot orange flame, he still covered his mouth that was desperately wanting to vomit. "It really is an illusion... to torture the living in the appearance of the dead, STAR, you are really cruel to me." FA put the gun back into the holster at his waist.The moment he turned around, the fire light from the corners of his eyes subtly flowed down a few wrinkles, spreading out like a spider's thread. For a moment, it was almost suspected that he had glimpsed some tender emotion remaining in it. A few attendants had already rushed up, panting and shouting straight up: "My lord, I'm down!" One hand desperately tore at the collar at the Adam's apple, and it seemed that he had tried his best to escape. FA glanced back at the still burning corpse, "What was poured out is not real, but a burning illusion that was burned to ashes. Even the body itself is a manipulated inanimate body, just a scarecrow stuffed with hair. " "No! That's not the case! The main hall collapsed!" His shoulders stiffened, his steady style disappeared, his eyes flickered in the firelight behind him like a ghost, "Tell me clearly, where did the main hall collapse?" "Everything seems to...start from your...bedroom." "It seems that this side is just a slap in the face?" FA smiled self-deprecatingly, raised the corners of his eyes, and looked at the stars in the sky. Because they are too dense, they always feel that they will step on each other's feet in the next moment and fall down. , "Unexpectedly, I fell into that kid's trick... In other words, he is also an impatient kid." Carefully adjusted the corners of the clothes, and flicked off a few black crumbs that had been burned and drifted with the wind, and walked towards the main hall extremely calmly.Turning around, leaving the light behind, once the heavy shadow on the face fell, a pair of piercing eyes appeared. "What is it...Little Xingxing, what do you think the ending of this game will be?" Being away from the scorching air, I felt that my breathing became smoother.The cool night began to appear in front of FA with an unreal appearance. A person walked far ahead, but it didn't seem like he was on a death promise. Taking a deep breath, his chest immediately felt filled with substantial emotion. Many, many years ago, he was still a boy who could not help but miss a woman in such a dark night.When passing through the courtyard, the grass and trees swayed, and there was a slight sound. He stopped, and his mood was always uncontrollable when he listened... The flower disc was drunk by the overflowing moonlight, and the full petals were neatly gathered layer by layer. It seems to be drifting left and right in the blood, drifting away—that is because of love, so the life that is growing together. But tonight, the night is so similar, and the smell of the wind has not changed at all.However, only by my side, up and down, left and right, I can't find even a little warmth.There is no longer any emotion worth exchanging with precious things, no, no light is willing to stay for him for a while. "My lord, my lord, wake up!" FA stood under the wall pointing directly at Lanman Tianyu, and suddenly shook his body.Seeing the worried eyes of several armed guards behind him, looking at the scene, he seemed to have the urge to draw his gun and kill the person in front of him at any time.Such a chaotic world, and those hallucinations that are so real to desolate, are all real, but it makes people feel that they can no longer trust their own eyes. "I am asleep?" "Yes, my lord, you just slept standing like this for a long time." Turning a deaf ear to the guard's subsequent words, FA was in a daze facing the fence of green trees and white flowers, "What is it? So, what happened just now?" "How long have I been asleep?" "We don't know either." "Then have I been to the side hall?" "No, there is nothing unusual over there today, and we don't remember your lord saying you want to go there." "In that case...the main hall has not collapsed either." I scattered around, thought for a while, and then walked towards my bedroom.When he saw the box decorated with mother-of-pearl texture, his eyes immediately became gloomy.After a while, he opened it slowly, and when he saw the roll of parchment, his expression obviously relaxed. Clusters of stars are drifting in clusters on the flower stand, the wind lowers the eyelashes looking out of the window, the wind at night is always cooler than it actually is, and I put on the autumn clothes I prepared in summer early, The rough texture of the thick fabric rubs against the skin.Perhaps the cloth and the skin are two things that are in desperate need of each other in the blood, and as soon as they get on, they absorb the warmth and safety of each other. Somewhat unexpectedly, the night seemed to be a little longer than usual.The candlelight jumped out little by little, and the unscrupulous orange halo diffused around the body, suddenly causing everything to spread out in a circular arc, circles and circles, involving people's emotions. I chose a collection of poems from the Song Dynasty in ancient China, walked to the table covered with dark green and light green woven cloth, and leaned over the plum branch that seemed to be drawn by a small purple hair, leaning over, slanting Dropped from a luminescent celadon vase.There is almost no fragrance, just weaving exquisite shadows on the tablecloth. It collects the best poets and state of mind in that ink-and-wash painting dynasty, and reads carefully one by one. Those footsteps and eyebrows that should have withered are stepping over the crumpled paper step by step. In the silence, it came in bursts, "Weak willows and boats can't stand, and I will never listen to the sound of oars for the king's sorrow." Or "Several bagpipes leave the pavilion late, the king goes to Xiaoxiang and I go to Qin." When FA found the small script at the bottom of the book, he was about to turn a page.It seems to be the closing sentence in a ghost story, "Don't look behind you!" He became annoyed at such an act of soiling the book, and before he had time to call someone to attack, he caught a glimpse of the hazy shadow reflected on the paper.Pressing his long fingers against his forehead, he watched the shadow deepening step by step, until rows of extremely neatly arranged small characters climbed up from the bottom of the book cover. Turn around all of a sudden. Before he could speak, he raised his hand and fired a few shots.A few bullets passed by, and some pieces of paper flew in a mess.White and yellow, it took a while to land slowly. "Paper man? So I'm still in a dream...but what's the smell?" Suddenly realizing the abnormality behind him, he turned around abruptly, but it was already too late.The collection left on the table somehow started to burn, the edges had long been scorched black, and the blue-purple smoke gave off the choking smell of burnt paper from time to time. I quickly poured a glass of water over it, really wasting this good scented tea. "Sure enough, the real plan is in this collection, right?" STAR was standing in front of the table, casually flipping through the broken collection in his hand.I don't know how long it's been there, but at this moment, he raised his small chin, his eyes, which were so dark that they couldn't find the focus, slipped silently past the opposite soldier, and then fell back into his hands. . FA's eyes suddenly tightened, almost greedily occupying the figure at the bottom.My heart still trembled heavily, I really, really look like that woman... It seems that I don't know what shrinking and fear are, so naturally I can't understand tact and sophistication, so I don't know how to hold back that blade like it can cut the air The sharp edge of pain. "When did you know that the plan in that box was a fake?" With his gaze pointing to the mother-of-pearl wooden box in the corner, FA made a false guidance just now in order to deceive possible intruders. "Now I know. Just now, you told me yourself." The flames swept across faintly, and the contours of the boy's face were different in depth, clearly emerging from the dark background at the edge.Can't see any expression, he is a child who doesn't waste any emotion. Feeling that I have fallen into STAR's language trap unknowingly, but there is no regret in my heart.Maybe, for that face, I have always been helpless. The boy walked over quietly, pushed away the low table covered with checked cotton cloth of the same color as the tablecloth, and sat down unceremoniously.Leaning against the window without closing the window, the color of the fingertips is a little white, which seems to be formed by the condensation of the cool night dew, "What about you? When did you know that I am not Mei's?" "I knew it from the beginning. When she speaks, her fingers will twitch slightly, and sometimes she will point her thumb to the other fingertips one by one as she speaks." After pondering for a while, her gaze paused on the boy's eyes, "as if she is counting her total How many words were spoken. Is it out of loneliness or boredom, I am afraid that only you who live with her will know?" "You want to know more about her." With a firm tone, a smile flickered on the young man's lips, with a hint of mockery, "I don't want to tell you." "why?" "I think it's against my voluntary will." He opened the mahogany cabinet carved with Xia He, and took out a scented tea cup with a clean white background and dark blue vertical stripes. FA made a cup of absinthe tea for the young man, and the boiling water passed by, and a few pieces of microgreen floated and sank in it, and they refused to fall. Stretching out his right arm, he pushed the cup to the young man with his hand. The water surface was turbulent, and the refreshing fragrance of grasses and trees lingered, "You don't know how to drink, do you? Warm your hands with your hands." There was a moment of confusion cruising through the eyes of the young man, but it was only for a moment, and the eyes staring at FA were still clean and pure - so pure that no warmth was precipitated in them. "You don't need to abuse your feelings for May on me, do you think I will be grateful?" As if he already knew that such a conversation was meaningless, FA quickly switched the topic to another gap, "There is one more thing I don't quite understand. Am I in a dream or in reality?" "Reality?" Feng frowned a little, "Isn't the reality you believe to be a dream of a god? If not, how do you prove yourself?" "A dream of a god? Maybe, if there is a god. Then how do you prove the existence of this so-called god?" The boy's frozen face moved smoothly again, the corners of his lips showed a wonderful color, and he smiled very slightly, even the ends of his eyes were covered with dark blue moisture.It was a delicate mood that he could face with confidence even when he was facing an opponent, all of which were absorbed into the eyes of FA. "Any hypothesis is unverifiable but possible. Well, if you don't like gods very much, then we can also assume that there is a pair of fingers on the letter F..." "What's the matter?" "That's your initials, and you should know exactly what I might say next." "Are we all just typefaces typed by a pair of hands?" "Maybe, maybe not." Naturally, he spread his legs openly, and STAR brushed the ends of his hair carelessly, "It's just a hypothesis." The abundant rain echoed on the top treetops of the masson pine, and the few bamboos in front of the window whirled intensely.The space it occupied in the courtyard covered with pure white gravel was not that big, but it drew itself in a deep and slender manner, showing an open attitude.Dark green is mixed with golden yellow, turning into large patches of shining light in the pitch black. "It would be nice if it was true. In that case, I can freely copy the past happy times and keep copying and pasting copy and paste copy and paste..." Before FA could finish speaking, a voice answered, "COS... COSPLAY?" STAR, who was leaning against the window, stood up and looked towards the door, and bit his lower lip in the next moment.Then he loosened his teeth and buried his body back as if nothing happened. "SKY, even you are here." FA glanced at the young man looking out of the window in front of him, smiled knowingly, and the deep wrinkles on his cheeks appeared. For many years, he didn't even realize that his old age Can't hide it anymore, "It seems that if you have to meet an old friend, no one can hold back." "Yeah? Didn't you really play cosplay just now?" SKY took off his shoes, licked the mud at the door, and then sat next to STAR very naturally, licking STAR's black straight skirt with his fingers Yi, "otherwise why are you dressed like this?" STAR stood up suddenly, his eyes followed SKY's face dryly and coldly, and quickly retracted, his fingers were wrapped around the lower edge of his sleeves, tightening a little bit, and the embroidered bamboo branch of staggered depths and finely embroidered the roots He and Ye are twisted together. I want to leave. "Wait a minute." SKY called to stop the boy. STAR's steps stopped, and his slightly tilted profile showed the appearance of listening carefully. "When I came here just now, many people outside seemed to be looking for you." As if nothing had happened, he picked up the cold tea in STAR's cup, raised his head, and drank it in one gulp. "Cosplay is fun only when everyone communicates together." "No need!" Glaring SKY a hard look, he replied in a very cold voice.When I saw SKY's eyes, my body froze, such open and gentle eyes, like the snowy field of my hometown, seemed to have a trace of pity and confusion. FA just thought about it for himself, without interjecting a word.Amidst the tea fragrance floating on the fingertips, I glanced out the window, and the vast starry sky has quietly moved its position.The faint light in the darkness is like a car running on the road in a snowstorm, moving forward silently and slowly. SKY opened the door and let in the autumn wind and insects. When the scent of white chrysanthemums was in full bloom, SKY pushed the boy to the door. The silhouette was erased by the huge silence and became blurred. Then he turned to FA The guards arranged in the yard shouted, "Hey, STAR said he wants to play cosplay with you—" The next moment, the boy's body was pushed out violently.The guards who quickly surrounded from both sides flickered, burning flames of unknown origin, all raised their arms, and slashed the slender and cold blade straight down—click, the blade sank deeply into the bamboo trunk. When they were pulled out, the corners of the youth's clothes flew over their blades shining brightly, and disappeared in just a moment. Just like a flying bird, just like those flying birds, the flying posture is graceful and lonely, but there is hope flowing down from the round eyes little by little, towards the distance, towards the distance that no one knows, ups and downs. In the distance, the distant horizon keeps disappearing in the jagged woods, and at the end of the withered yellow or dark green branches, it is an existence that is always out of reach. SKY's back was facing the place where the figure disappeared, and he didn't move for a long time.It was as if there was a future there that was fading away.There is wind in the woods, like an empty heart, it fills it, and it doesn't feel full, but just feels that because of the existence of the hole, a little bit of coolness penetrates into the bottom layer. Maybe it will rain tomorrow.Everywhere is the desolate atmosphere on the embankment of broken willows. Under the thin canopy soaked in reddish rain, SKY turned his head little by little.I don't know if it's an illusion, but it seems that there is also a layer of moisture spreading out from his inside with a vague gesture, blooming a noble color like flower petals around his body. very much like... FA suddenly felt that the man in front of him was like a piece of white sand and gravel spread deep in the spring, tall and graceful, clearly contrasting the reflection on the water surface, the clear, distorted, no longer needed parts of trees or flowers. After SKY left, the leader of the guards who had been in the courtyard for a long time to come back came in, tremblingly lowered his head, but he still did not forget to provoke, "My lord, SKY obviously let STAR go on purpose. " The hand that was originally holding the teacup was put down steadily, and the fingers slid across the rim of the cup, jingling, jingling—as if the water flow hit the wall of the cup, spinning and flying out the solidified ice particles. "I know, but if you choose an opponent, it won't be fun if you are not strong. What's more, even the plan that STAR took away is fake, there is no so-called plan at all—and," I don't know what I thought of, but the sharpness in my eyes gradually became brighter again, "SKY himself noticed it too, this time, he has been unknowingly involved." "Your Excellency is really resourceful... Oh no, resourceful!" The guard smiled humbly, his flattering face could not conceal the fear caused by failure. Without even raising his head, FA's voice cut off clearly, "It's you, you should execute yourself according to the rules." "My lord, my lord, please spare my life! Wouldn't self-determination be a little cruel? Don't you think it at all?" "Oh? That's right. Then, why didn't you say cruel when you framed your superior, and when he committed suicide?" Without saying anything more, FA stood up, picked up the used cup from SKY, and put it back in the agarwood cabinet.When the gunshots sounded behind him, he leisurely made himself a cup of saffron. The eyes are narrowed, making the corners of the eyes extraordinarily narrow and long, like some kind of spar cut extremely evenly.I especially remember that when I first met SKY, that man once said, "Narrow eyes are surprisingly suitable for villains, such as you." It was said with a smile, as if talking about any unimportant thing.That kind of tone is exactly the same as "the clouds in the sky are thick" or "you are full today".From that time on, FA had to look at this man differently. He ordered someone to clean up the body of the guards and took another look at the large swathes of dark red splashed on the wall. On the mahogany flower stand, which was so painted that it could reflect pale cheeks, a cut of green calyx shrank and shook its petals. Some dark, sticky liquid flowed down slowly, unrelentingly, unrelentingly. "Let's keep those bloodstains, I'm a ghost in the first place." Several thunderclaps rolled on the deep and thick clouds, slowly, gradually receding, and then another wave arose.But still happily resonated with some subtle emotions in my heart. First, a few drops of coolness fell on the broad forehead, and when I raised my head, the vastness of the sky was swallowed up by the majestic rain.Rows of slanting raindrops are slenderly exiled in the wind. Because they are too fast, they become a kind of white and sharp lines, falling into the clear pupils, causing ripples easily. The land was fully infiltrated, and stretched inch by inch in the thin water vapor, exuding an indescribable gentle breath.The distant mountain peak is a wisp of smoke isolated in cool tones, and it is difficult to tell the distance from reality. On one or two brown trunks and a few slender leaves, light blue drops of water slide down the slender lines, and the messy red is still a bit pitiful and pretty, like a crying woman. Also, there is the sound of the tide rushing ten miles away, which is above all these colors. After listening to it for a long time, my heart is always tight and tight. Perhaps, they are like the most heart-breaking rhymes in a small order.Once recited, they all cut out some thoughts and projected them in the cold and clear pool water, expelling more than half of the shadows.可那又总是如此温柔的色调，总能任眼神放得很低很低，浸在往事里，只任得一双看不见的小手轻微摆荡，却是始终在雾里，只有，只有恍惚中的白梅香一阵阵袭来。 天亮时分，FA在靠近海边的悬崖旁见到了STAR。一阵抑制不住的悲戚突然来得令他措手不及。许是天气的缘故，在见到那孩子的眼睛时，眼睛竟丧失了描摹出轮廓的忠诚意志，四下里一片朦胧，皆被包裹在薄薄的白光里。 “傻瓜，”仿佛在胸腔里叹了一口气，“你为何要来？这里对你而言太危险了。” 少年的睫毛被雨淋湿，凝结着细小的白色水珠，那下面隐藏着一双寂静的眼睛，犹如山间的群青色。他站在那里，就站在SKY的面前，犹如一枝笔直的竹子，秀雅而淡薄，就在交织错落的鸽灰色天光下。身上已经湿透了，衣服的阴影处颜色更加郁沉。惟有指尖在袖子外轻微颤动，拉出背景里那一片白茫茫的，不见边际的海。 没有说话，STAR咬了咬下唇。放开时，现出一排整齐的印记。 许久未见的身姿没有失去清冽的气息，只是线条在走笔转换的地方多了些力度。也许那就是成长吧，SKY默默注视面前的少年，与之相比，自己已经不再有那样的机会和体验了。 “我一直在想，若再见到你，我该用什么表情去面对你呢？”SKY静静开了口，是与往常一样不见波澜的声音，却沉稳地一点点落进了内心的谷底，“从知道我是FA的朋友开始，我们之间的束缚便不存在了。你是自由的，无论离开我还是杀我，你都是自由的。”望着天空，那场微凉的雨就洒落在他眼角和鼻尖，缓缓延长的眼睛的线条里，仿佛有一两片草叶凌乱地飞过，打破了刻意维持的平静。 “但是，虽然做了这样的打算，心想就算被你杀死也无所谓，我却仍然感激能再一次见到你。” 少年的胸口无法平息下来，一起一伏，好似横亘在地平线上的山峦。低下了头，好久才再次抬起来，眼底的痛楚渐渐放大，就要刺破瞳孔挣扎出来，在青色的阴影落下时，却突然有一行白鹭齐齐地飞扬起来，那是无可奈何的温柔。 “你太过分了！你明明就知道我根本不在乎什么计划书，什么FA的追杀，我只不过是……” 咔啦——脚底的石块崩落了，STAR的身体突然向后仰去，长而黑的头发随着胳膊伸展的方向飘流，浓密的一大片浮动在野风上面。 SKY只来得及看见一双清澈如流泉的眼睛，在那个时刻向他闪烁着。边缘的轮廓被雨溶解的，崖底的海洋，还有逐渐消散在雾气中的，远处的海岛，都抵不过那样一双眼睛的美丽，而那时，依旧只注视着他一个人。 紧紧抓住了突出的一块岩石，身体悬空在深不见底的峭壁上面，风从下面直直地冲上来，将那孤零零的身影吹成动荡的一片苍青。STAR仰起头，拼尽气力大喊，“不要来碰我！不要拉我！如果你对我至少还有一点点尊重，就不要再用帮助的方式侮辱我！” SKY伸出的手停留在了空中。 太倔强了……他的星星始终是学不会屈服与收敛棱角的孩子，离得越近就越容易被那锋利所割伤。 “我不会拉你，也不会踢你下去，”收回了手，放在口袋里，SKY来回在崖边走了几趟，“你左边的脚下有一块石头，也许你可以试探着蹬住那个爬上来。” 虽已经将语气中帮助的意味隐藏到最少，甚至加上了“也许”这样商量的字眼，可STAR还是将本来已经靠近那块石头的腿挪了开去。 手指尖变得雪白，见不到一丝丝血色，支撑全部身体重量的手腕，纤细得有些过分。看起来，那就仿佛是一根即将被踩断的树枝。 “SKY，我只不过是……只不过是……” 雨停的时候，几只飞鸟的身影在少年的脸上推移，他的声音就这样传来，犹如一串缭绕的丝线，倏地勾住了SKY的身体。 仿佛会发出荧荧光彩来的，优美而略带青涩的，少年的声线。 下一瞬，少年便松开了手，笔直地坠下了悬崖。 然后，白雾慢慢散去，仿佛推开了层层布景，露出了这世界另外一重不为人知的面目。天边沾着草叶，一线垂直，归尽于碧海，方晴的山峰顶端犹如积存着半残的雪，熠熠生发出白光。 SKY一个人站在没有遮蔽的天空下。海上的云朵厚硕而变化多姿，颜色洁白如雪，海面上小小的波峰一下一下地漾开去，任由俯就着的微风低吻。 几个FA的侍卫由于不甘心，正拨开慌张的草丛，从爬满了枯黄惨绿的小径上围拢过来。“SKY大人，您已经犯过一次错误了，不可以再窝藏那个STAR了！” SKY慢慢将头转移，面庞上高光的地方反射出灼热的光彩，平滑的肌肤顺着细小微妙的线段牵引，逐渐放出一个笑容。 徒然害怕起来，为首的侍卫按了按腰间的枪，咽了口唾沫，谨慎地问道，“您没有出什么事吧？” “你们是要捉人吗？”手指抬向远处，那是一个不确定的方向，经过指点在浩淼的天空下延伸出一段地平线来，声音不冷不热地叙述着，“去那边捉吧，那里人际罕至，房价便宜，适合逃亡人员选择。”没有笑意，很认真地这样说着。 “那一边吗？”侍卫确定后，向身后歪了下脑袋，然后便一步一矮身地向SKY指出的方向抄了过去。 回过头来，SKY走到消失了少年身影的崖前，数峰清瘦出得云端来，雨云被风吹散去，已经离得很远很远。 “我很清楚，你是不会死的！云之使是不惧高的……所以，如果你死了，我是不会同情你的！你听见了吗？” 向崖下抛掷出自己的声音，SKY一瞬间被烈烈的海风包拢了，无人管束便任性恣肆的风和日光，一并作了这一刻身体里流淌出的冰凉召唤。 随着海面向外漂流，青天仿佛随之一同向那个方向飞去，波涛上还找不到一只白鸟的影子。 比任何一个时刻都清醒，自己得到了那个孩子，可又在同一个时刻，失去了他。