Chapter 14 Second Dark Echo (6)

He took out the "History of Dialectics" and turned to one of the pages. The old and flimsy pages were blown by the wind and made a sound.He smoothed the paper gently with his fingers and said, this book is an old book she left for me.There are some poems she wrote on it.She always wrote her poems on any piece of paper she could get her hands on, so they were doomed to disappear as they went.She is not a poet, but she believes that writing poetry is the way for people to return to heaven from the world.He handed the book to her and said, read this one. She took the book and saw that on the page he had turned, there were scribbled pencil handwriting, just like the words written by a child, simple and innocent, with clean strokes.The poem was signed seven years ago, and the title was "Departure".She lowered her voice, and in a light and solemn voice, read aloud lines of verses on a windy night.He leaned his head, which was swollen in waves of pain, against the wall.Close your eyes, as if you have fallen asleep.

7 no doubt my love this moment you have to trust me before darkness covers Before the world turned to flames, dust and stone statues When we go, bring your guns Before the flesh succumbs to the void, make it self-determined Take light years with you to count how long you'll be forgotten take my dead father Bring idols and worshippers, tarnished truth Take the lost hero and his mummy Because the power of delusion is not in our hands Bring the tears and the disappointment, that's the strength Bring the light and believe in its end 8 In the darkness, he saw the little hotel room again.Close to the train station.The windows face the railway tracks.The night train whistled long and roared past.The friction between the train wheels and the track made a harsh whine.Vigorous sounds penetrated the body.This interval is repeated every half hour or so.He woke up drenched in sweat.open one's eyes.The bright light came straight in.The hot water bottle, washbasin, medicine bottle, water cup on the table... vibrated slightly, and the sound of clanging and collision intersected with each other.Until the white light receded, the train drove far away.Still can't calm down.

The room is like a hollow container, filtering out all sound.He couldn't hear anything, leaving a buzzing in his ears.In the air was the dirty smell of a room that hadn't been cleaned for years, mixed with a faint, sour smell of blood.On the other bed, the girl lying with her back to him moaned dully.The sound of being squeezed out spread coolly all the way down the spine.His heart is a bare open space, anyone can step on it and trample on it.So he is afraid.The body trembled slightly.There were hot tears in the eyes. He saw the boy get up in the dark and walk towards the girl's bed.She lay on her back and looked at him, her black braids pressed against the pillow, soaked in sweat and glowing dark blue.Her face was like a watermark under the moonlight, trembling slightly, fine sweat oozing from her forehead.It hurts, Shansheng... Hug me.hug me.She begged him softly, her fingers grasping the front of his shirt.He lay beside her, touching her thin and soft body.Her skin was very hot.Two young bodies embraced each other.She kept murmuring to him.She couldn't stop talking because of the pain.

Together, he said, we seemed destined to destroy each other.to get out of here.Hurry down the damp and dark tunnel, toward the twilight in the distance.Flee together to the no man's land of freedom.She took my hand and ran towards each other so fast that I couldn't see the path under my feet and was led by her.I don't want to follow in her footsteps.Tried to break free from her.I have always wondered in my heart whether the light I see is fundamentally different from what she identifies with.