Part 1: Section 1: This is how the world is quiet It is said that the world is so quiet. The river slowly erodes the surface, the grass seeds are slowly scattered in the wind, the streamers are criss-crossed, and the fragrance of flowers is long.The layers of dust that filled my heart were washed away by the moonlight.All the travelers who try to return home are still sleeping in the maze. In fact, it doesn't need to be so beautiful. When squatting down, a plant hurt Ning Yao's calf.Like a slander behind a sentence, it took a long time to feel its subtle and sharp pain.Ning Yao looked down, only a small drop of blood seeped on the skin, it was more like a punctuation that came from outside the body, and it was a punctuation mark for the words he wrote.

"I hate Prince Yang the most". "The most shameless person is Wang Ziyang." At four o'clock in the afternoon, the west-facing exterior wall of the sports warehouse.The sun reluctantly cuts obliquely above, forming two distinct colors.Most of it is still immersed in the dim light, and the other half evaporates with the warm yellow sunset.The gray and white paint is sloppy, and from time to time there is a big lump somewhere, or there are mottled cracks somewhere.Both intimate and rough. In fact, these should not be seen at first sight. The first thing you should see is that the graffiti covering the wall is like a large and uneven spider web, covering the wall.The words and sentences of the borders and strokes are separated from each other, and finally the intimate and rough plane is written into a new face in the way of interlaced and chaotic lines.Under the slicing of the light, a strange and real magic power is revealed.

"Huang Qiuyang, go to hell", "I like you", "Damn", "Ten thousand years will not change", "Aunt Ximen is 38".Those are extra-large fonts that can be discerned from a meter away. "Lou Xu Lou Xu Lou Xu Lou Xu Lou Xu Lou Xu", "Forget and never forget", "Socialism is good", "If the voice can't remember", "Wukong, where are you", "I am a lonely girl ", "Secret report: The principal is divorced", and the line "I really can't write it, I can't write it, I can't write it" like a bug crawling through it...all came out of the line after getting closer. The composition of meaning, sentence by sentence shows the original shape.

The secret to a dull mood. Warm yellow secret mood. on the same plane.Countless different spaces. The word "disgusting" of "the most annoying" is posted with someone else's sentence "Down with the producer!", which may be interpreted as "the most hated prince Yang".Ning Yao didn't care, squatted on the ground and continued to write the sentence towards the corner of the wall. There was no space, so that in the end the words "It's Wang Ziyang" had to be stacked on top of each other, forming a black mass. also good.The darker the color, the more comfortable the mood.

When he got up, his legs were severely numb, and Ning Yao grinned in pain.Leaning on the wall, he walked out awkwardly. When I arrived at the teaching building, I saw Wang Ziyang standing in the crowd after school, looking around. When his eyes fell on Ning Yao's face, he smiled, and then ran towards her dragging two schoolbags. "Where have you been?" He said as he handed over a schoolbag. "The teacher called." "Who called you? Shen Yanping?" "Ok." "What's the matter?" "It's nothing." Ning Yao turned into the car shed, and rushed out of the bicycle while avoiding the ringing bell, while looking for the one that belonged to him.

"Here, here!" Wang Ziyang shouted at her from behind, "together with mine." "Oh." Ning Yao turned around, "I forgot." "My car is easy to find. In the future, as long as you find mine, you will find yours." A smile with a sense of accomplishment. When Ning Yao bent down, the tip of his nose was facing the bumper of Wang Ziyang's new mountain bike, which was painted in very eye-catching pink.She stopped suddenly, straightened up and looked at the other party. "What's wrong?" The girl looked puzzled. "Huh? Nothing."

I just can't help but hate you. On the way home, two people walking side by side, two thirds, and one alone, one third.One-third of the way is the canopy of trees that shatters above the head, a row of bridal shops where the wedding dresses are washed and dried on the road guardrail, and the green post office near the intersection.A few years ago, an electrician was electrocuted and burned to death while repairing the high-voltage wires at the intersection. At that time, Ning Yao saw a dense crowd of onlookers and an indistinguishable black shadow on the wires from his window.It was later reported on television.It was the neighbors who advertised "We're on TV here" so that my family didn't miss the show.

Years passed as if nothing had happened.Ning Yao rode by the place where the electrician had an accident every day, squinting at the wires intertwined in the sunlight.Also just cross wires, and daylight.There is no sense of being apart from oneself. Evening is like a semi-liquid state extending forward, stagnant and powerful fatigue.Sometimes the illusion is that instead of advancing on the road, the road under your feet rolls back irresistibly. Part 1: Section 2: Two Comments on One Thing Not just in the evening.During dinner, I heard my father complaining about the personnel affairs in the school, and my mother was angry about the house price when she heard the news. Ning Yao always ate soup in silence.You can really feel the warmth flowing in your body.Finally, it melted into the abdomen and disappeared slowly.A lot of heat energy disappeared without knowing where.It's certainly worth wondering why you've grown into an unenthusiastic figure if you're not analyzing your body fat percentage so much.

It seemed that all those bone soups, tomato soups, and vegetable and egg drop soups had disappeared from a hole in my body.All that was left was pitch black.Even if the light wanted to explore, it disappeared without a trace. So it becomes a part that cannot be described and recognized. "Lifeless." More than once, the mother said of her daughter to her neighbors without hesitation.Ning Yao was sitting by the window and reading a book at that time, listening silently to the following two mothers who picked on their children and complimented each other. Lifeless, unable to learn anything, very thoughtful, not close enough to parents.

very well behaved.Quiet.Like a girl.Oh, my daughter is wearing cotton sweaters from her parents, which is much better than that brat in my family. Sometimes I laugh just listening to it.Two comments on one thing are diametrically opposed but both are correct.Ning Yao poked his head out and saw his mother shaking her curly hair, but her expression finally became proud because of what the mother said. Very coaxing mother. When he was about to go back to his room at night, Dad picked up the phone and handed it to Ning Yao. "It's me~" Prince Yang Qiaonen's voice. "Oh..." Ning Yao's expression darkened, "What's the matter?"

"what are you doing." "just finished my meal." "I just finished eating~" "Ok." "Will you watch TV later? My dad has rented a lot of discs, can't you make it through?" "What disc?" "Well... Anyway, it's much better, you'll know when you come here." "No more. It's already night." "Ziyang's phone number?" Mom asked from the side, and Ning Yao turned his head and nodded. "She asked you to play, why not go, bored at home all day, sending out bugs." Mom often has some weird and humorous metaphors. "Your mother agrees." Wang Ziyang heard it over there, and urged him even more, "Come and stay with me. Anyway, you have nothing to do at home, come and play, ah." Ning Yao was silent for a while: "Okay, then I'll come over later." "Oh, by the way, Ning Yao," as if thinking of something, "when you come later, buy me four French candles. It's in my supermarket. I'm too lazy to go downstairs." "……Ok." After leaving the corridor of his own house, he rode a bicycle for five minutes instead of walking for twenty minutes, and he arrived at the community where Wang Ziyang's family had just moved.It is a dazzling red-painted building that can be seen from far away. Ning Yao dislikes red the most.Can't say what color I like.Anyway, red is the least favorite.So Wang Ziyang refused her two invitations, although in the end he was so entangled every time that he agreed to her.Gate 21, Room 1202, 12th Floor.Many 1s and 2s were only remembered by Ning Yao not long ago. Door 21, 1202 on the 12th floor. When I left the supermarket, there were four long red candles in a plastic bag.Ning Yao has never used this thing before.Her mood is not as romantic as Wang Ziyang's. She always turns off the lights from time to time and lights candles to create an atmosphere.Compared with light, Ning Yao prefers dark and quiet places, although her mother interprets her reluctance to turn on the lights as "saving electricity bills". It also saves electricity bills. can also be praised.Good. Walking into the huge residential area, according to the repeated numbers in my heart, I picked out the corridor and stepped up the steps. When I reached the elevator door, I was about to press the switch.But he saw the sticker "Dear residents, due to a breakdown, the elevator will be under maintenance today and will not be used. Please understand each of the residents." Ning Yao's heart sank.Wang Ziyang's house is on the 12th floor, how to climb.After hesitating for a long time at the bottom, considering that I bought something, I had no choice but to walk into the stairs on one side. The fully enclosed stairs, in addition to the sense of powerlessness brought about by the distant destination, are more of a fear. When Ning Yao walked to the second floor, he could no longer see the entrance to the ground floor, and it became a place that was enchanted as if he was in some living body.She swallowed her saliva, from one step to two steps per step.I just walked to the third floor, and saw the lights fade to the top here, and the dim yellow turned into dark gray. The upper floor has no lights. While she was thinking about various bloody events, she heard someone's footsteps on the stairs.In fact, the other party could be a resident who also suffers from the elevator and has to climb the stairs, but the fear is catalyzed by the unknown and rapidly expands towards the unknown place.As soon as the man showed up, Ning Yao yelled "Wow", dropped the plastic bag, and the four candles bounced on the steps for a while before finally stopping. Part 1: Section 3: This layer is over The other party was obviously taken aback by the solid, and his movements froze.But she didn't startled like her, but stood at the bottom of a few steps, looking at Ning Yao steadfastly. Raised contour lines between light and dark areas. The face of a young boy. There is a slight thinness between the eyebrows, and there is a little cold expression unique to teenagers.But not terrible.And the fuzzy hairline, the darkest color on the face. All followed the last light around him, quietly rushing towards him. It was the opponent who moved before him. Ning Yao watched him bend down and reach out to pick up a few candles. Following his movements, the figure suddenly snapped off and turned into a thin and natural pile of lines.What seems to be sliding down, but they are still connected together by a distance of one micron.It was difficult to tell what color clothes he was wearing in the rendering of the light, but now it was dark brown and yellow.until he straightened up again. "Your." He stepped forward and handed it to Ning Yao. After the other party made a gesture of picking up, she came back to her senses, took the things, and ran up quickly.After running two steps, he hesitated again—the space above was pitch black. The people behind followed, Ning Yao paused for a few seconds, then turned sideways to let the other party go first.The man didn't speak, and walked up over his shoulder.After passing by Ning Yao's side for a moment, there was a warm heat.The space of a few centimeters rises by an unfathomable degree. Seeing him walking in front, Ning Yao followed.In the complete darkness, he could not see the other party's movements at all.Only small and clear sounds could be heard.The sound of footsteps, the friction of clothing, breathing, and the embarrassing sound of the girl's throat.Filling the space that is hard to see, turning into tiny wings floating upwards.Floating ignorantly, swaying east and west. Ning Yao stepped on the ground. The originally expected steps suddenly turned into flat ground.After Ning Yao staggered, he realized that this layer was over. I felt the boy stop in front of me.Ning Yao also stopped. "It's okay." The voice sounded.Can't hear any emotion. "Um. Thanks..." "Every floor here has 18 steps." The professor said. "……understood." Then the boy was about to leave, but stopped again, as if he was groping for something.Ning Yao tried his best to open his eyes to distinguish the piece that belonged to him in the darkness, and when he was a little anxious because he couldn't get anything, there was a "click" sound. A yellow petal swayed and projected in her eyes. The light from the lighter reflected his face. It was as if two holes had been drilled in Ning Yao's pupils, something was being gradually taken away. Obviously there is no sound.The surroundings are blurred at the edge of the firelight, and all that can be distinguished is surrounded by it-the protruding knuckles on the palms, the tips of hair that lighten at the ends, and the last line of the jaw that disappears.And for the rest, breathing is lost, heartbeat is covered by blood, positive and negative are no longer arguing and confused, the ignorant darkness in the body releases energy... everything is silent, and it slides straight to the endless place. There is no sound.But so many silent movements gather together, and the silence becomes sound. The sound of the deafening silence. It was gradually burned in the air by a bright yellow flame. The two stepped up the stairs one after the other.On the next floor, Ning Yao suddenly thought of whether he should donate a candle, but he still gave up.After all, it's not your own thing.Then, will he be misunderstood by the other party as being hopelessly stingy?The brows knit together.Until the other party suddenly turned off the flame again.Ning Yao looked at the black figure in front of him in puzzlement. "It's hot, sorry." The boy seemed to lift the lighter to his mouth.Ning Yao heard the sound of blowing, and then made up his mind and said to him: "Use a candle." "Also." By the 12th floor, Ning Yao was out of breath.What surprised her was that the other party, like herself, went to the 12th floor. Pushing open the door beside the stairway and stepping into the corridor of the floor, there was a bright light, overflowing from a certain section, surrounded by a comfortable and overflowing atmosphere. Brightly.Ning Yao felt relieved, and the boy blew out the candle that was only burning to the last bit. The cyan smoke rising into the sky is like a miniature cloud.In a certain moment, with a unique smell, the sieve that shakes with time is gently filtered below. After thanking him, Ning Yao parted ways with the other party.However, the two went in the same direction, which made them a little embarrassed.Until finally stopping in front of the same door with the number "1202". "You are?" When Ning Yao opened his mouth, the boy asked in confusion: "Who are you looking for?" "Huh? Me, I'm looking for Wang Ziyang." Part I: Section 4: The Darkest Secret "There is no such person here." "Ah? No, it's impossible..." Ning Yao looked at the house number again, and it coincided with the number in his heart. "This is Room 1202, Floor 12, Gate 21. Are you looking for this place?" "21, 12, 1202..." He mumbled and compared with his memory, 12, 21, 0, 1, 2... Then he came to his senses.It was me who meditated all the way and got confused in the middle, so I just chanted the wrong number until here. "I'm sorry." He hurried to leave.I heard someone behind me say: "It's okay for you to go alone." "It doesn't matter." The words he said were out of tune because he swallowed his throat.The boy glanced at Ning Yao, thought for a while, then handed over the things in his hand, "Here's the lighter." Green plastic shell lighter. Ning Yao didn't explain anything to Wang Ziyang, only that he couldn't buy candles so he didn't bother to go to her house.Wang Ziyang was still a little bit resentful, and he said that he didn’t even make a phone call. I was also because of something happened to you on the road. Ning Yao, you are always like this. There, you won't even say hello. Ning Yao looked up at Wang Ziyang's gloomy face, and said, "Well, I'm sorry." "Don't do that next time!" "Um... sorry." He reached into his school uniform pocket and held the lighter, "It won't happen in the future." He and Wang Ziyang have been friends since the fifth grade of elementary school.At that time, Ning Yao had just returned to Shanghai with his parents. Elementary school students were not as indifferent to new classmates as high school students, and they actively practiced the friendship taught in textbooks.So soon Wang Ziyang at the same table became Ning Yao's closest friend.The most popular snack stalls around the school are all recommended by Wang Ziyang, and the chirping boys in the class are all introduced by Wang Ziyang.It didn't take long for her to become a frequent visitor to Ning Yao's house.Her parents liked her very much. What my mother said the most about Wang Ziyang was "after all, she is a standard Shanghai girl." What is a standard Shanghai girl. Prince Yang. Wang Ziyang is used here as an adjective.When Ning Yao still couldn't clearly define "standard" and "Shanghai", all that penetrated into her cognition was everything about Wang Ziyang.The most popular plastic leather pencil case in the hands of children when they were young is Wang Ziyang, which is Shanghai; a pair of scratchy red patent leather buckle shoes is Wang Ziyang, which is Shanghai; the mother is a middle-aged woman with fair skin at all times, which is Wang Zi Yang, that's Shanghai... When I grow up, when I think of those straightforward and naive judgments, it is difficult to laugh easily.Because until today, when Ning Yao watched Prince Yang grow up to 17 years old day by day, the same judgment still existed in his heart. Those with a good family background and a European-style mahogany bed in the room are Shanghai and Wang Ziyang; those who choose every opportunity to avoid wearing school uniforms and show their shoulders within the scope allowed by the teacher are Shanghai and Wang Ziyang; there is a very real coquettish element in their words , the one who habitually relies on others is Shanghai, that is Wang Ziyang; the one who involuntarily puts himself in the position of exercising orders, but does not have the tone of command is Shanghai, that is Wang Ziyang... Ning Yao didn't know why he remembered all the things he hated. Everyone said they were best friends. Even Ning Yao himself felt that his best friend was like this.She and Wang Ziyang go to class together by bicycle every day, eat together, go shopping together, go home together, and sit together during spring outings and autumn outings, and they are always inseparable.For Ning Yao's birthday, Wang Ziyang bought a large bouquet of lilies and handed them to her under the eyes of everyone.Among the first-year high school students, such behavior almost made the people around them sigh. And Ning Yao knew that she didn't like any kind of flowers. The one who likes lilies is Wang Ziyang. The flowers withered and turned brown after a few days at home, Ning Yao didn't move, it was mother who cleaned them away.Ning Yao watched as the garbage collectors buried them in large plastic tubes and wondered where they would be transported.But what is certain is that it will rot later, it will become organic matter, and it will be decomposed one by one. break down.Best friend, and very annoying person. There is indeed a distance in this world that cannot be ignored no matter how you ignore it.It is a river that flows alone in her heart.Naturally, no one can cross the river that no one knows.Sulfur gas swirls above, boiling foam evaporates into gas.Finally, following the blood back and forth throughout the body, every pore exudes an ulterior secret. "Secrets are valuable because they will be discovered." When Ning Yao wrote Wang Ziyang's name for the first time, the pencil did hesitate in mid-air.Because she considered that her graffiti might be seen by others, discovered by Wang Ziyang, and other people who knew herself and Wang Ziyang, or exposed.Make everything unpredictable. Part 1: Section 5: From now on to a neutral role She had heard, however, that a secret had its own value precisely because it might be discovered. trembling slightly.In addition to being afraid, there is also excitement. It blends the fear of being exposed and the tension of not being exposed.The excitement of wanting to be known to those who have nothing to do with it, but the excitement of wanting to be known to those who are concerned.The needles and threads of contradictions are fast and chaotic, and have been woven into an unpredictable cocoon when it is impossible to see, wrapping the heart built by helplessness and venting, so that it will never sink and disappear under depression.Just keep floating. "I hate Prince Yang the most". "The most shameless person is Wang Ziyang." A dark green thread spread out from a tentacles in my heart under the skylight. Why friends are the most hated people. In fact, besides Prince Yang, Ning Yao also has friends.Yin, who is half a year older in the neighbor's house, still counts as one, and he is still the one who spends the longest time with him when Wang Ziyang does not appear.Although it was a year ago that she realized the "generation gap" like a sudden enlightenment, but as an older sister, she was not the material to take care of children, and the relationship between the two became thin and thin.There is also Zeng Tao, who is in the same class, because she was born fat, and she has the meaning of admiring Ning Yao, who has long hands and feet, but in Ning Yao's view, it seems that because Wang Ziyang sticks to him too tightly, making others shy and embarrassed, they cannot intervene. People have also become more and more polite. The only person by my side is Wang Ziyang. Such a nasty friend. Contradictions exist in this world for a long time like fish connected head to tail. Ning Yao didn't know whether it was the cause or the effect of becoming so silent beside the pampered her.In short, she has been unresponsive to bear all kinds of demands from girls.If it is not born with a pale face, maybe it will become a neutral character from then on. However, when riding home with Wang Ziyang every day, he stopped by the rows of wedding dresses following the red light.They have been washed and turned over, revealing the white lead wire inside, as simple as a quilt, and those gleaming outer covers are clamped on the wire rope by two clothespins. If there is no such environment, everyone may think it is an outdated piece tablecloth. At this time, the disappointment flooding Ning Yao's heart fills up the last bit of space.There was no place left.So she pedaled without saying a word and left it behind. The road is surrounded by the same old scenery. Stuffing the bicycle into the almost saturated corridor on the first floor, I had to tiptoe sideways to cross.When I got to the door of the house and was about to take out the keys, I found a person sitting by the door.Ning Yao quickly turned around. "Ning Yao." "Ah...it's you..." His lips moved, but he couldn't think of the other person's name, and he was stunned in embarrassment. After being reminded by the other party, Ning Yao realized that it was Xie Junrui.It sounds very feminine, reminiscent of flowers and plants.At first Ning Yao didn't know how to write, so the other party spread Ning Yao's palm.Slender fingers drew intricate lines on it.For some reason, Ning Yao remembered the scene where he wrote Wang Ziyang's name on the wall. It is still friend.He looks two years older than Ning Yao.When Ning Yao first saw Xie Junrui from Yiran's house, what surprised Ning Yao the most was her straight legs.It just makes me drool when I was born as a girl.And in the subsequent two or three contacts, he was even more restrained. Can't stop liking her. Splendor of inexplicable place. Perhaps the simplest sentence is "nothing wrong with Wang Ziyang". "Wait still?" "yes." "Why don't you wait at my house?" "Okay. Thanks." Ning Yao found that it was rare for him to get along with girls other than Wang Ziyang.Even a little unnaturally tense. The heat felt by the hand holding the teacup could not be transferred to any other area, only the redness on the fingers. I can't even think of anything to talk about. I only saw Xie Yurui smiling from time to time.Ning Yao responded to her with the corner of his mouth foolishly hooked. It seemed that such a situation would never happen to himself and Wang Ziyang.Ning Yao would always see her walking around with disheveled hair at Prince Yang's house.Presumably, there is no second outsider who can see the truth except himself. Suddenly feel that such a time is very difficult.Sitting on the stool, unable to move, I could only hear my socks snagging. After still getting home, he patted Ning Yao on the shoulder as a thank you, the two girls flashed into the opposite room, Xie Yurui smiled at Ning Yao before closing the door.Ning Yao suddenly wanted to brazenly join in.But after all, he just stood in front of the house and watched the opening angle on the opposite side slowly close to zero.Then he comforted himself and said that he couldn't talk about nothing in everything.What are you doing so stupidly.Xie Junrui is not Wang Ziyang, he can talk to him about all the boring and boring topics for hours without stopping. Part 1: Section 6: Things That Gone Completely Since the last time he formally quarreled with Prince Yang Zheng because of the lighter, Ning Yao now walks alone every day.Sometimes I glanced at Wang Ziyang from the corner of the eye in the classroom, and almost every time I saw her chatting with other girls in groups.Only then did Ning Yao gradually realize that she also had other friends. From two people sticking together to one person walking alone, there is indeed a big difference.Ning Yao silently overcame the unaccustomed experience in her heart, tried to show indifference when passing Wang Ziyang on her bicycle, and even tried to say "excuse me" with a blank face when she was chatting and laughing with others .Then he repeatedly wondered whether his deliberation just now was a little publicized, so that Wang Ziyang would not notice it. Two figures fight. Mother's sensitivity is sometimes even more astonishing. After the third day, she asked Ning Yao: "You are angry with Prince Yang again." "...What are you doing? It's okay." "I haven't called for a few days." "I'm free, call every day. It's not a long-distance relationship." "Don't be so stubborn, you have calls every day. They are all called by Wang Ziyang. To be a friend of someone like you, I really have to bear your deathly anger." He actually talks on the phone every day.Ning Yao thought either he was lying, or he really didn't know.Have been friends for six years.Slowly become a part of each.Existence like towels, wallets, kapok in summer, and ballpoint pens that broke their heads.There is no good or bad, just a difference.But the fact is, just like the phone has been used for a long time and the numbers are all worn out, even if you can't see them, you still know the symbol of each of them. It has long been assimilated into something that can disappear completely without deliberately avoiding it. Connected to the bottom of a muscle, it is sticky and cannot be parted. After going downstairs, he saw Wang Ziyang waiting in front of Ning Yao's house. Ning Yao didn't show any expression or speak, and just pedaled his bicycle on his own.The other party followed, and after the two of them rode out of two roads in silence, Wang Ziyang asked casually, "What day is it today?"Ning Yao thought for a while and said "Wednesday".When you come back to your senses, it's a good deal. Simpler than anything.I haven't waited for myself to defend myself.When I realized that this should be a good opportunity to part ways with Prince Yang completely, I always missed it like this.A little bit of remorse is like an ink stain, falling on the whole transparent mood.A small piece of blue smoke formed in the middle, and then dispersed gently like this. Girls breaking up with girls and the like, is it a very childish idea? When eating at noon, Ning Yao suggested to Wang Ziyang to eat noodles.She has no doubts.Although when the teacher dragged the class and the two rushed to the noodle shop, the seats in the shop were already occupied, and there were only a few temporary seats outside.Wang Ziyang went to bill, and Ning Yao found a seat and sat down.I don't know if it's because of the stool or the floor, but I'm sitting up and down, so I can only endure it. Suddenly, I felt something rub against my feet.Ning Yao was shocked, only to realize that it was a cat kept in the noodle shop.It's really the same as the joke said, the cats in the restaurant are big and round, and the ones produced by the noodle shop are naturally thin and hale.Ning Yao was a little afraid of animals, so he moved his legs away calmly.But the cat seemed to be famished and begging tirelessly, making Ning Yao feel chills from rubbing against it. A man's hand suddenly dropped from a table in front, holding two slices of beef, and instantly turned the cat's head away. Ning Yao looked up.Then subconsciously stretched his hand into his pocket. Green plastic lighter. The boy slowly lifted his eyes from the cat's wheezing and wheezing movements, and finally looked at Ning Yao like a soft cat that didn't touch the ground.It was as if there was a hook hanging somewhere in my heart. The moment I looked at him, my consciousness turned to my brain. When the hook moved a little, all the nerves in my body were pulled up, and the person was pulled away in a silent place. Once. A clear nucleus sloughs out of the dim memory. Then the boy turned his face away when he heard a name.Ning Yao followed his line of sight and saw Wang Ziyang who came holding the cash register.And Xie Junrui who called "Chen Mi" behind her. Something slowly floated out, like a silver fish swimming through a dark blue sky. The world slowly returns to silence with the light and shadow of ebb tide. On the bus on Sunday afternoon, Ning Yao fell asleep. The small bumps of the car, like a low, dry and warm string, hum for a long time.So when I fell asleep, I had a dream. It rained in the dream. The rain line is dense outside the car window.In a blink of an eye, the accumulated water turned into a river.I don't know what happened to the car, but it just naturally floated its iron body on the river like a boat, and rowed straight forward. The surface of the water parted.