Chapter 15 Chapter Six Qin Yu (2)

Chapter Six Qin Yu (2) It's hot in the sun.I want to lie down like this forever until I die of old age. I stopped thinking about syringes, which make one paranoid even in broad daylight. The yelling woman finally gave up her efforts, and there was no sound in the surroundings at the moment, only the sound of wind blowing leaves, and from time to time something fell to the ground, making a slight "pop" sound.I don't want to open my eyes to see what is falling—I'm basically not curious, and because of this, I often have nothing to explain to people, unlike Wang Haiyan, who talks like crazy as soon as he opens his mouth.However, don't tell me, there are quite a few people in Lao Shizi's world who are very interested in sound and its creators.For example, last time, when I dropped the book in my hand to the floor, everyone in the reading room stretched their necks to look at me.

I dropped the book on the floor for a reason.That time I held such a large pile of books in my hand, no matter who, even if they have three heads and six arms, they can't bear it.I just walked into the reading room with a lot of messy books, yes—and as I said earlier, I am not a very dexterous person, and even with my bare hands, I often knock over other people's things.So, as a matter of course, I stepped on a fool's foot that stretched straight out, and the fool let out a scream of "Wow". I was so scared that I panicked and my hands softened. everywhere. In fact, this has nothing to do with me, because among these books, except for two thin mathematics books, the rest do not belong to me.But no matter what, I had to pick up this pile of hateful Rausch books one by one in full view, put them on my knees, then stand up straight, carry them carefully and walk over to sit on the one with In front of a perforated table.I squatted there picking up books, and I really wanted to yell.

The last one left.I just stretched out my hand, but was snatched by a hand stretched out from behind.I could see it clearly: the book was wrapped in a calendar paper covered with red roses, and the snow-white hand quietly reached under my eyes and reached the book—the rose-red background. Such a white hand suddenly appeared on the white face, and it stole the limelight from the Laoshizi Rose.As soon as I got the book, my hand disappeared before my eyes, and a calm voice above my head said quietly: "sorry to bother you." This voice is so transparent that there is no trace of impurity, like a breeze that comes and goes freely in the early summer afternoon—just now, it was the same voice at the door of the library, saying quietly: "Qin Yu, help me take these books in." Okay? I have something to do, I'll come in a moment." I swear, I will never forget this pure voice in my life.Hearing this sound, a slightly swaying golden balloon immediately appeared in front of my eyes, and the air around the balloon became a mess of golden threads——

Gigi! Jijiwu stood in front of me, hugging the book with a rose-red cover to his chest, his snow-white hands were almost reflected red by the roses on the book cover, giving people an impression, as if you had filled the book with rose-red colored pencils. On the whole sheet of paper, I used an eraser to erase the outline of a hand. The hand looked amazingly white against the rose red, and at the same time, it seemed to be vaguely circled by the rose red, so dazzling that it seemed to be shining. I looked up at Jiji's transparent eyes, and saw the smile in her eyes; looking at her, I can be sure: behind her is the end of my world.

In the afternoon, in the reading room——she appeared quietly again.She is a golden balloon bobbing serenely before my eyes. I sat across from her and looked at her hard.I understand that my nerves are indeed a little abnormal.I longed like mad to see her.She hangs her head slightly, writes like a fly, and looks focused—she doesn't care if I sit across from her or someone else sits across from her, she knows everything and doesn't need anything—that's what I hate most about her.I looked at her, wishing I could ask her something, know something about her—what shift was she in?Where does her family live?What is her last name?What does she think of me?Why is she sitting across from me?Why should it appear in front of my eyes?

Is she real, or imaginary? This question, I didn't know until later that it can't be answered.If I knew then that this question would make me sleepless, I would have asked her to understand.It's a pity that my effeminate bastard didn't have time to ask her.So, later on I often thought I saw her—when I saw streaks of sunlight cast through the glass windows onto the interior floor—I thought I saw the golden thread of her body.She is the elusive ray of sunshine in front of my eyes, with golden threads, fleeting. If only I could get to know myself better.I really don't understand why I watched her so long that time when I was sitting across from her--I stared at her with such a lifeless energy, as if I would never see her again.Maybe I won't be able to see her from now on?That's fine too.She kept me elusive every time, disturbing my mind, only feeling that something was about to happen.However, if that was the last time I saw her, I shouldn't have asked Lao Shizi's nonsense-I remember asking stupidly at the time:

"What's your hurry?" The pen in her hand stopped, but she didn't look up at me, nor did she stop for a long time.She lowered her head and said softly: "I have something urgent." Bah—what kind of answer was she?I hate her for that, to be honest.I stared blankly at her, with resentment and resentment rising up in my heart—I really wanted to swear, to see if she, who is so calm and half-smiling, would blush or get angry, and I would even Kind of misunderstood that she hadn't lived at all - if she wasn't a zombie, why was she so calm and cool and knew everything and didn't need to know anything?She was as if she had nothing to do with this wretched world--that's what I hated most about her.

What's annoying is that I still want to continue the conversation in vain— "Don't you want anyone to know anything?" Holding the long-lasting Lao Shizi pen, she lowered her head and said softly: "What do you want to know?" Oh, sorry, I don't know anything--nothing.I looked at her so deadly that even I was secretly surprised.I looked at her from beginning to end, made up my mind for a while, and then repeated my question: "What's your hurry?" Her pen stopped.Quietly, she raised her head—still holding the pen in her hand, but the pen didn't move, and it looked extremely slender because it stood peacefully.Her face was facing me, but I noticed that she didn't look at me, but stared at something behind me from a distance—no, she wasn't looking at anything, she wasn't looking at anything at all, she just looked at me Bewilderedly cast toward something far away, whatever it is.She seemed very happy, as if she had seen something she liked best—maybe it was a food, maybe it was something else, I can't tell—anyway, it was obvious, and she felt very happy when she thought about what had just happened. .For the first time, I noticed that her cheeks were blushing shyly, her eyes were shining with excitement, and the corners of her mouth were smiling contentedly—she was originally a person who did not attract much attention, but in an instant , I was surprised to find that she was so radiant, and the quiet joy overflowing from her body made her hair, eyes, lips, fingernails, and even the pen in her hand flash quietly. A peaceful light, silently telling others: Look, how happy I am, how happy I am!I finally believe that a person can let others know that he is very, very happy without talking or doing anything.I have lived in vain for more than ten years, except for the punishment I received, only this new discovery is more real, although it was not told to me by a bunch of potato-like guys--the place where I live, potato-like guys can There are too many, so many that you can open a vegetable market.I don't know about other places.If I'm lucky enough to live long enough to be on an equal footing with those potatoes, I'll have to look elsewhere.

In short, in a flash, Jiji's whole body was filled with astonishing bliss. She was like a reflection in the water, rippling behind the sparkling ripples, which almost made me happy too.Opening her mouth, she replied: "I met someone..." The tone seemed to continue, but it didn't.She stopped quietly on top of this "person", staring at the distance with her eyes in a daze; she was so happy that she unconsciously narrowed her eyes, as if she was afraid that too much smile would flow out of her eyes —she wasn't used to laughing, she didn't even laugh much, she just had a kind of smile on her face and didn't use any of those damn muscles to fake a random laugh.Already engulfed in that purely inexplicable recollection to me, she seemed more transparent than ever—and, at this very moment, she made me realize that she seemed completely drenched in happiness.

I sat across from her, and seeing her happy like this, I was secretly happy too.The corner where we sat was very shady, and the sunlight that was defined by the window panes into small squares could only weakly reach her feet, making her look like a pale little person who always lived outside the sun and summer; Her happiness stands out even more in the shade, like a pair of red-hot iron tongs suddenly knocking open the cold water surface, making a crunchy "chuck" and a narrow strip of tearing sound, a few small bubbles floated to the surface of the water, for a moment. , It exploded again with a "puff puff puff", and the faint smoke leisurely melted into the crystal clear air in the afternoon.

I looked at her in a good mood, thinking that this noon would pass peacefully like this—but her eyes changed suddenly, without warning or reason, and the brilliance in her eyes suddenly disappeared; she returned to normal The original smile was not a smile, but she was still indifferent, transparent, and unable to tell the truth from the fake.She started to tidy up her things, neatly piled up the pile of books into a high pile, hugged her arms full, stood up and said hello: "I gotta go." Coincidentally, the book with the rose red cover was on the outside, and her hand against it was a miserable pink-white, so white it looked like a fake hand—or a dead man's hand.Turning around, she walked to the door.What I love most is the way she walks, she doesn't feel the weight at all, it seems that she has nothing to do with this world, and she doesn't even need to touch the ground with her feet. I just watched her drifting forward, walking forward, with my lifeless energy, I really should be shot.In fact, I always feel that there are many things I want to ask her, but I can't ask her—and now she is leaving again.Now that she's gone, I don't know if I'll see her again, so those problems are over... A kind of magical power made me stand up suddenly "swipe", and run forward in two steps in three steps. I caught up with her at the door of the reading room and called her softly, "Jiji!" Hearing the sound, she stopped and turned to look at me.The sunlight that came in quietly from the window behind her gave her a golden outline, making her paler and more slender.Her expression was neither surprised nor amused, and there was not even the slightest attempt to inquire.She just looked at me with her completely transparent eyes, said nothing, did nothing.I stood face to face with her at the door of the reading room. A lot of precautions for the reading room were pasted on the glass door beside me. There was only one big word on the other glass door beside her: Jing. "Jiji," I asked with the courage to go down, "will you still come?" "Say what?" "You tell me, you tell me you will come again?" Gigi said nothing.She looked at me translucently, with surprise hidden in her expression.Why do I ask this?Could it be because, subconsciously, I've always wanted her to come?I have no idea.That's what came out of my mouth, and I couldn't take it back—I should have asked her more important questions.I stood opposite her in distress, only one meter away from her, watching her unresponsive posture, I have begun to regret it. Jiji looked at me very seriously, and after a while, a flickering smile quickly passed over her face.She replied, "Yes. You can see me here often, I promise." Her tone was very soft and unintentionally gave me great encouragement.I hurriedly called to her who turned around and wanted to leave: "Jiji!" She stood still and turned her head - still with that crystal clear eyes, she looked at me quietly. "Gigi, do you really think I should change it?" "What do you think?" she asked casually. I used to always think that I was a person who didn't know what to be moved, but looking at Jiji and listening to Jiji, even if I just looked at or listened to it, the hot current that gushed out from the tip of my heart and rushed into my eyes Has clearly told me: I am moving.I looked very sadly at her hands on the rose-red book cover, and said: "I'm bored—very bored." "Then," she tilted her head slightly, "you have to change—if you don't want to keep annoying." Seemingly hesitating, she lowered her already low voice and said, "Actually, you're alright—but you should be better than you are." Her voice was reminiscent of golden sand, falling Into the thin porcelain bowl, there was a small "swishling" sound. She gave me a serious look, turned around, brought a gust of warm wind, and gently brushed my face. That I should be so inseparable from her is beyond my comprehension.Anyway, I stopped her again: "Jiji!" She stopped for the third time and turned to look at me.I hesitated, timidly, and finally asked softly like a child: "Are you in such a hurry to leave?" The moment she heard my words, her whole body changed suddenly.I saw a bright smile that I had never seen before blooming from the corner of her eyebrows and eyes, widening, widening... Finally her transparent eyes completely melted into this smile.Just like a few minutes ago, a kind of light unknowingly lit up on her body, but this time, the light was more vivid and pure, and permeated with strong vitality—even her body was dyed pale golden by the warm sunlight. The strands of hair seem to be breathing quietly, and every strand of hair is shining with dazzling vitality.My God, I have never seen such a complete and brilliant life force bursting out in a person before: so clear, so vivid, it almost makes me doubt whether this incomparable brilliance can be possessed by normal people.I stared at her, thinking in a trance that there was a transparent crystal in front of me. A voice as transparent as crystal said warmly in the sun: "It doesn't have to. I'm going--you should go too, shouldn't you?" I can hardly tell which is the smile, which is the warm air, which is her voice. This time, she really left. At the end of the corridor is the staircase, and there are tall and wide glass windows on the wall at the end—the midday sun slowly streams in from the window, slides down the wall and falls to the ground.Gigi walked straight there, walked over.She walks like a fairy, as long as any part of her body is shaking, the dazzling sunlight will flash through the gap-she really seems to be walking straight towards the sun with thousands of golden lights, and she is far away from there. It's very close, very close... the moment she stepped into the sunlight projected on the ground, she did the thing that left me dumbfounded again and again—— She stopped suddenly, and her whole body was fixed in the sunlight flowing like golden water.She lowered her head slightly, then turned around gracefully and deftly, showing an upward trend.The sun overflowed from her body, making her brighter and brighter, as if she was melting into the brilliant and extraordinary world behind her.She smiled playfully at me, her transparent eyes sparkled like crystals, and disappeared without warning.I didn't see how she ran downstairs at all. I only saw in a trance that under the blank sunlight, the place where Gigi had just stood, the air and light were rippling slowly, round, round, and round, The spiral lines that gradually drifted away and turned lighter and weaker were like golden ripples in the water. It is afternoon.I'm still lying here.The sun has become scorching.I know that my unlucky classmates are taking exams—physics.I was supposed to be taking the exam too - I can clearly imagine the classroom: the windows are bright and clean, empty, full of people as if there is no one at all; The door is crooked, sitting down for a while, standing up for a while-maybe I can catch another unlucky guy like me, and turn it away to feed a group of potato-like idiots. I have to concentrate and think carefully before I can recall why I didn't go to the exam, but wandered here to sleep.I've almost passed out.Put your hand on your belly, and you can feel the clear rise and fall of your breathing; both hands and belly are active, sweating like hell together. I remember, when I was a child and took the syringe out to the street, it was pressed against my belly, and the temperature of my body was transferred to me with every movement, so I was sweating like hell.The syringe must be hot, right? Is my syringe really dead?Is the dead cat I saw really a syringe?I can't tell if it's it, but I feel like it is.I remember a few days ago I saw an extremely fat man riding a small Tianzi bicycle - I was so stimulated at that time, I would rather the needle cylinder be caught by someone to make a useless cat fur coat than live for It was crushed to death like this—who knows, it was really crushed to death.I don't know what kind of car it was that ran over it.In the dark of midnight, Syringe was trying to get off the sidewalk so that he could cross the road back to his place—maybe he just found something to eat, maybe he ended a street fight with another feral cat victoriously, maybe he was just doing it casually. Come out for a stroll, like all insomniacs—walking to the middle of the road, suddenly heard the "rustling" sound of wheels rolling over the ground, and the hungry roar of the engine, it saw the asphalt road in front of it was illuminated, Then, it raised the head of the not long-lived rooster - its eyes, like mine now, can only see a piece of pure light; its pupils only had time to make a last effort, and they quickly shrank into A line...something ran over it firmly - it stuck to the ground in a lump of paste, and the rustling sound of wheels rolling over the ground could be heard in the ears.It probably thought it would be able to stand up and continue walking in no time. My syringe is dead, like Teacher Li's son, dead.In comparison, I think the death of the syringe is more solid - Mr. Li's son is like a small-faced man who has never lived.By the way, I have to think about whether to go back to take the chemistry test and make Teacher Li happy.However, I have a premonition: within a day and a half, they will come to search for my things, and then hijack me all the way to downtown Shanghai.Originally, running away from home was nothing new to me. I still remember one time when I stood barefoot at the entrance of the sewer for a long time. It stinks.But I don’t mind, I still stand and watch, I really don’t know what attracted me so much—I had a high fever for two days after I went home.Of course, this happened many, many years ago. At that time, I ran away several times, mostly because I didn’t understand the weirdness and sinisterness of people’s hearts in this world.How to revisit the old dream inexplicably this time, even I can't understand it-I think it is also thanks to my syringe. I was lying upright in the sun, my whole figure was in a dying state, and the sound of the river flowing became very clear in my ears at some point—this sound was like when a person is eager to drink a glass of water that is so hot that there is no place to drink it. , Can't wait to pour water from this cup into that cup, and from that cup back to this cup.In the flow, there is a sound of rushing water droplets splashing, and there is also the sound of hot air rising from the bottom, "sizzling" evaporating into the air.Time is accompanied by the river, flowing extremely gently but without stagnation.I am not a good storyteller, unlike Wang Haiyan.Also, I'm tired of telling stories, and I find that most of the people in the stories bore me.As for damned Gigi, she is the most hated person in my story, and she can't get my forgiveness.And I don't really want to fight to have my record canceled and my honor restored -- it's all phony, all.Now if anyone thinks he can fool anyone, he must be a bastard. I have always hoped that the story will have a turning point, but now it seems that there will be no.I couldn't help feeling a little lost, and stretched out my left hand to touch my nose—the moment I touched my nose, the turning point of my nasty story came, as if it came out of my nostrils: there was a nice voice—— It seemed to be in the ear, and it seemed to be thousands of miles away——with a volume that was neither high nor low, he called my name: "Qin—Yu!" I am so fucking familiar with this voice, this volume, and this intonation. It has moved me for a long time, but now it makes me so tired that I want to die—Wang Haiyan! I tried my best to open my eyes - no matter what, I didn't want to appear too incompetent and embarrassed in front of her.My first attempt failed. The two eyelids seemed to be glued together with 502 glue, and they were inseparable.I stopped and didn't hear the voice again - I wondered, could it be something out of nothing?that would be great. I was warmly lying under the sun with my eyes closed, and suddenly—a coolness came over my forehead, as if a cool little hand was placed in front of me, covering the sun for me... It was a small piece of ice blue The shade is like a transparent, shimmering crystal, and like a gust of breeze blowing down from the depths of the white clouds... silent, wonderful... Gigi! I don’t know why, but I was overjoyed: now that I open my eyes, I can see those transparent eyes looking at me in the shade, and at the same time, I can see Jiji with those transparent eyes—— She was shining quietly all over her body, flowing slowly, flowing, flowing like a golden stream... Time will stop in front of this flow that seems to have passed away, and the world will stop in front of this flow that seems to have passed away. It became empty... There was only one of her, standing in front of me very transparently, the wind lifted the corner of her clothes, it seemed that she was an elf flying freely, a ecstasy, real the elves... Gigi! I opened my eyes happily... the moment the first rays of sunlight hit my eye sockets... I felt the cool little hand covering my forehead fly past my eyes like the wings of a white dove , the original small shadow also passed by, and disappeared into the air without a trace, leaving no trace of lingering sound... ... The sun shines in front of my eyes, from left to right, from left to right, from left to right, from left to right.Gigi flitted across my imagination like a bird, vanishing without a trace.To my dizziness, behind that was—the person whose face was blurred because he hid deeply behind the sun of Laoshizi—Wang Haiyan!