"On the road of life, beautiful dreams are like long roads. The road is windy and frosty, and windy and frosty face is dry. In the world of mortals, beautiful dreams have many directions. Find the love in the dreamy dream, and the road follows people..." April 1.Sunday.Night, 21:59. There was thunder and thunder, and heavy rain poured down. Leslie Cheung's Cantonese singing sounded in the Bluetooth headset.The neon lights of the city were blurred by the icy rain that never stopped.The driver was a fifty-year-old middle-aged man, with a stern and sullen face in profile, staring intently at the windshield behind the waterfall-like rain.Zhou Xuan lowered the volume of "A Chinese Ghost Story" and looked up at the classical building on the side of the road. The words "Future Dream Building" flashed on the granite exterior wall.

This medieval castle-like building looks like a condensed version of the Empire State Building in New York at first glance, like a dagger splitting the intersection of two main roads.On the ground floor of the shopping mall in the building, a few girls walked out of the glass revolving door with shopping bags in their black silk skirts, hiding under the billboard to wait for the rain.Others rushed into the rain in a panic, trying in vain to flag down an empty taxi. Turn right after the entrance of Future Dream Mall, and drive the taxi to the north side of the building, at the entrance of Future Dream Hotel.The waiter deftly opened the car door and opened the trunk to collect some luggage for a tip, but found that it was empty.Zhou Xuan got out of the car with only a handbag in his hand, and looked up at the sky, the lights illuminated the dense raindrops.

Another song by Leslie Cheung sounded in the earphones - "The wind continues to blow, I can't bear to stay away, I am very eager, I hope to stay with you. How many happy memories in the past, why not chase them with you..." Go through the revolving doors of the hotel.The lobby is deserted with five star signs on the wall.He has booked a suite, and the room number assigned by the front desk is "1919", which satisfies him.The receptionist, who was already drowsy, was just about to strike up a conversation with the handsome guy when he got into the elevator. The elevator button jumps directly from the first floor to the fifteenth floor, and the floor indicator is a little closer to the top floor.An advertisement for a book appeared repeatedly on the LCD screen in the car, with the author’s photo and the title of the book printed on the cover—Dark Day—the end of the world is coming, and the words “Dangdang, Joyo Online Bookstore Ranked No. 1 in Sales”, Sure enough, this is a well-timed bestseller.

"Are you ready for the boat ticket?" This is the slogan printed on the waistband of the book.Zhou Xuan frowned and shook his head, laughed so much that he squatted on the ground clutching his stomach. The nineteenth floor is here.The elevator door slowly opened.I don't know if the corridor windows are closed tightly, the cold wind rushes to the face with moisture, as if it can touch the wind and rain outside the window.Zhou Xuan tightened the collar of his windbreaker.Facing it was a black wall with European-style wallpaper, inlaid with a small framed oil painting.He found room 1919 at the end of the corridor.

Suddenly, a crisp barking sounded from behind, and a beige Labrador jumped out.How can there be dogs in a five-star hotel?It stared at Zhou Xuan vigilantly, and squatted in the corridor without moving. Zhou Xuan didn't want to provoke it, he opened the door carefully, put down the bag lightly, took off the windbreaker and folded it neatly, took off the watch and put it on the bedside table.It is 22:12 now.Another song sounded in the Bluetooth headset - "Only in the middle of the night, you and I can open our souls and release our innocence. Turn the gentle kiss into a song in the middle of the night, and cling to your heart..." Leslie Cheung's " "Midnight Singing", from Cantonese to Mandarin, is the suitable voice for tonight.Zhou Xuan unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, and walked to the window with his eyes closed, imagining the world outside the window which was wet by the heavy rain and still brightly lit.

Suddenly, he heard a piercing crash. It wasn't knocking on the door, it was right in front of my eyes!It couldn't be the thunder from the sky either—the horrifying thunder was endless, but the sound just now was so sharp, like a needle piercing into the bottom of his heart, it made him tremble all over.He opened his eyes. On the window pane in front of him, there was a pool of bright blood and a few black feathers, which were blown away by the wind and rain in a blink of an eye.The waterfall-like rainwater quickly diluted and washed away the blood, leaving only a small corpse on the outer edge of the window sill.It is a little bird.

Zhou Xuan could imagine the scene just now: a small bird, probably a sparrow, suddenly slammed into the glass exterior wall of the nineteen-story hotel in the middle of the night when thunder and lightning were pouring down! The bird's beak was the first to hit, and it was shattered at such a fast speed that the fragile skull was destroyed, and all the internal organs in the small body were ruptured at the same time, and then the feathers flew in all directions. superior.In the end, a mass of lifeless wreckage landed on the window sill horribly.This bloody bird corpse still has some kind of resentment remaining, firmly occupying the narrow space outside the window, no matter how violent the storm is, it just won't move even a centimeter away—as long as it moves this small distance, it will be gone. Disappeared in front of Zhou Xuan and fell into the infinite abyss.

Unfortunately, not only did it not disappear, it made Zhou Xuan vomit on the ground instead.Well-prepared shirts and trousers, all stained by the tragic death of the bird.He fled into the bathroom in embarrassment and smiled wryly at the pale face in the mirror.Maybe, I am a zombie. The dog outside the door started barking frantically again, Zhou Xuan pretended not to hear it.He got his spare clothes out of his bag and changed into nothing but a T-shirt and trousers.He went back to the terrible window where the dead bird lay stubbornly.How dare you come out in a thunderstorm, fly as high as the nineteenth floor, and crash your head against the glass—unless you want to die!He couldn't help admiring the little bird.

I looked at my phone, it was 22:19 in the middle of the night, don't miss it anymore! Zhou Xuan opened the window, and a desolate wind and rain poured in, messing his long hair.He regretted that he didn't style his hair in advance.He climbed onto the window sill, grabbed the metal window frame, stared wide-eyed, and looked at the city washed by the rain—the countless high-rise buildings in the distance, and the Ferris wheel that had been illuminated all night for twenty years.His heartbeat quickened instinctively, and he was dizzy. He didn't dare to look down, but he could only try his best to look at the skyline in the darkness.Fearing that he would change his mind, he stepped out of the window so quickly that one foot landed on the dead bird.

Light! what is that?Zhou Xuan's eyes were stung.It was the farthest point of the entire city, at the end of the line of sight blocked by the concrete forest, a large dazzling and frightening white light lit up—just like the gorgeous aurora that I occasionally saw when traveling in the North Pole a few years ago! At this moment, it was scanning him from the end of the earth.The nuclear explosion-like rays of light spewed upwards, covering almost the entire sky. Damn it, is it really today? The bluetooth earphones were still plugged into my ears, and it was Leslie Cheung's "Silence is Golden" - "The night wind is majestic, looking back at the past. It was me in the past, full of anger. False accusations and accusations, the backlog is full Don't be angry. I'm very concerned about the reaction to the rumors..."