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You go blind, and one day you get your sight back, and a voice in your head says, “Don’t tell them you can.”.
1. You are surprised by the voice in your head, but you don’t take it to heart, just as a hallucination of ecstasy. The
setting sun shines yellow through the window, and you greedily lick the faded posters on the wall, the neatly arranged books on the desk, and a flower on the bedside table, and then you realize that everything looks so lovely to you that you want to put it all in your eyes.
“Bell-bell-bell-” After a while, your joy is interrupted by a bell. The alarm clock on the desk reminds you that it is 6:00 in the afternoon and it will be dark.
You are going to go downstairs for a walk to see the beautiful sunset and the people coming and going in the street.
Before going out, you glanced at the blind stick in the corner and did not choose to carry it.
But before the door opened, your parents pushed the door and came in. Although you were a little surprised that your parents got off work earlier than usual, you didn’t say much. You told them excitedly that you had recovered your eyesight. They were very happy and even cooked a big meal for you. You were very happy with
this meal, and even said a lot of words to your parents that you were ashamed to say on weekdays.
They just listened, nodded silently, and didn’t say much.
Maybe it’s because you’re happy. When you sleep at night, you have a smile on your lips. In
a daze, as if for a long time, as if for a moment, you open your eyes again, there is a gentle orange light in front of you, and you are sitting in a chair in front of your desk in a daze. A
voice suddenly rings in your head: “Don’t tell them you can see.”.
You glanced at the alarm clock in a daze. At this time, the time displayed was [5:45] in the afternoon.
This is your first death.
2. This time you heard the voice clearly. You were in a trance for a moment and asked, “Who are you?”?
There was no response. You
look across the room and you get a weird feeling.
For example, the poster on the wall is a moment of Kobe shooting. You clearly remember that Kobe is holding the ball with both hands, but the picture is one-handed. For example, the book on the table is open, which is full of blurred handwriting, as well as large sections of blank and typos.
Just when you feel wrong, the alarm clock on the desk rings. The
bell echoed in the empty room, the window was closed, but you felt very cool.
It was as if an invisible wind was blowing in through the window.
Time is up again [6:00] This time you don’t choose to go out, and when you calm down a little, another 10 minutes have passed.
Strangely, your parents didn’t come back during this time.
You start to wonder if you’re oversensitive. Maybe what happened before was just a dream, so you decide to go downstairs for a walk.
But the moment I held the door handle, the door opened.
Your parents open the door, you look at each other, and then everything happens. You tell them that your eyesight has been restored, and they cook a big meal. In their warm eyes, you are not interested, and you finish the meal in silence, not knowing what you are thinking.
Confused thoughts wind up in your mind, leaving you mentally and physically exhausted.
At night, you toss and turn without falling asleep, waiting for the moon to rise in the sky, half awake, you hear the sound of the door being opened.
You narrow your eyes and see a dark shadow coming against the light. A pain in
your throat, followed by the pain of suffocation, you struggle and wriggle, and your consciousness gradually falls into darkness.
…… You open your eyes suddenly, gasp for breath, put your hands on your throat, and palpitation. The violent beating of the
heart tells you that your mood is not calm. A
voice suddenly rings in your head: “Don’t tell them you can see.”.
You look at the alarm clock in a panic, and the time is still 5:45 in the afternoon.
This is your second death.
3. The real pain makes you no longer doubt the reality of the return of death, so you begin to think about some questions.
First of all, who killed you?
Father, mother or someone else?
Secondly, why would anyone want to kill you?
Again, what about the return of death and all kinds of weird things?
Last but not least, what should you do? There is no way to start with the
first few questions, so you have to start with the last question and think about how to deal with it. First
you call out the voice in your head, and then you decide to follow his advice and continue to pretend to be blind and stay put.
You take a few minutes to control your expression, pick up the blind stick at hand, and get ready to go out before your parents come home.
You walk carefully and slowly to the door, ready to explore the situation through the cat hole. The
living room is quiet, only the sound of the second hand turning, thump, thump, thump, knocking on your heart.
You hold your breath, and the dead atmosphere makes your heart beat faster unconsciously.
Your eyes are getting closer to the cat hole, and you even swallow saliva subconsciously.
Through the narrow opening, you see two stone-faced figures standing like logs in the doorway.
It’s your parents.
You continue to keep quiet, only to find that the man at the door suddenly moves and grins eerily.
Then an eye suddenly appeared on the cat hole, facing you across the door! You were startled, and your heart seemed to stop suddenly.
For a moment, you don’t know where to get the courage to open the door! At the door, your parents, standing there, silent, as if they had not moved.
You probed with your blind wand and pretended not to see them.
But behind what you can’t see, they turn their heads stiffly inch by inch and stare straight at you.
Your hand touched the handrail of the stairs, and you breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that you could finally go downstairs.
But the next moment, you feel a sudden strong push behind you.
You fall straight down the stairs, and before you can even feel the pain, your eyes go black and you lose consciousness.
…… Time. Afternoon [5:45] You let out a long breath to ease your fear. This time you don’t stop. You decide to go straight to the door. After finding the eye
in the cat hole again, what flashed through your mind and finally opened the door.
…… Time, afternoon [5:45] You open your eyes thoughtfully, and two successive deaths make you realize something.
You look through the window into the boundless dusk.
Don’t tell them you can see.
The voice began to ring again.
This is your third and fourth death.
4. Your parents will prevent you from going out, regardless of time, which has been proved in successive deaths.
You even begin to wonder if they are your parents.
As the bell rings at [6:00], you start to think more, but every time you think about the past, you get a splitting headache.
It seems that the body is resisting the memory with pain.
You can’t even remember how long you’ve been blind or why.
You have no choice but to give up thinking, but the strong suspicion behind it arouses your desire to pry, and you vow to find out.
Since the door is impassable, we have to find another way, such as the window.
Your family lives on the sixth floor, which is not too high for those high-rise buildings, and each floor has an open balcony, so you can go down with the help of ropes. It took
only half an hour for you to twist the quilt cover, bed sheet and other fabrics into a strong long rope and fix it on the wall hanging to make a simple downhill device. The
time [6:30] is the same as in the past. Your parents come home from work at this time and start cooking.
You shouted to them through the bedroom door, “You’re not hungry today, so you don’t have to be called for dinner tonight.”.
After hearing the affirmative reply, you are relieved.
You step on the desk and tiptoe to the window, hold the rope, tighten your body and move down inch by inch. The yellow light of the
setting sun hits you, and you feel more freedom than fear in the height of more than ten meters.
You seem to be more powerful than you think. A few minutes later, you have almost dropped to the height of the fifth floor.
Next, you just jump into the balcony on the fifth floor, open the door from the room, and then go downstairs.
The fifth floor is a little sister on the night shift, working hours from 6 pm to 2 am, you have talked to her many times on weekdays, know her schedule, at this time will certainly not be at home, so you will not be found, you can rest assured to act.
You control your breathing and prepare for the final descent.
But the next moment, out of the corner of your eye, below your line of sight, an arm reaches out from the balcony and grabs the rope.
You feel a violent shaking, and at the moment of falling, you see a lifeless face.
Bang-with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, your last sight is covered with blood and plunged into darkness.
…… Time PM [5:45] Don’t tell them you can see.
As the voice comes up again, your fist hits the desk hard.
“Grass!” This is your fifth death.
5. Maybe you’re getting used to death. Your anger doesn’t last long. You calm down quickly.
This death tells you that the escape route from the window is not feasible.
Of course, you will think more, such as why the little sister on the fifth floor is at home, thinking of your parents standing at the door before they get off work, you have a thought in your mind, maybe they have never really left.
You lie back feebly and look at the yellowed poster.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but you think the people inside seem to be.. Moved a little.
This death has made you very cautious.
You didn’t go out of the bedroom and stayed until [6:30] when your parents came back. After dinner, you turned on the radio as usual, listened to an hour of cross talk and two hours of audio novels, and finally fell asleep listening to online lessons.
It was a quiet night, and you woke up early.
While you were getting dressed, the door was opened and your mother came in. Holding a carnation in her hand, she walked silently to the head of your bed and pulled out the withered flowers from the vase and replaced them with fresh ones. During the whole process, you never looked directly in her direction.
Similarly, during the whole process, her eyes never left you.
She’s.. Spying on me?
You think so, but your face is calm. It’s [7:30]
in the morning when your parents go to work. After a quick breakfast, they say goodbye to you.
You sit at the dinner table and say, be safe when you go out. After
hearing the sound of closing the door behind you, you put down your bowls and chopsticks and prepare to go back to the bedroom, but the moment you turn around, your back is wet with cold sweat.
They stand in front of the door like two stone figurines, staring at you.
You dare not make a sound, grasp the blind stick at hand, and the sweat in your palm sticks to the handshake, like holding a fish.
What should I do?
What should I do?
What should I do? In
a flash of lightning, your mind is full of changes.
Finally, as usual, you went back to the bedroom to get the key, ready to go downstairs to find old man Chen to listen to the book together.
This is one of the things you usually do. There is a basketball court
in the community, but few people play basketball, so this place has become a gathering place for old men and women to play chess, chat and bask in the sun. Compared with home, you obviously prefer here, because there are people’s voices and vitality. It was easy for
you to go out, and your parents did not stop you, but made way for you.
They follow you, like two shadows, without a sound. The more
you go down, the more cold you feel. In
the shabby and dark corridor, there are people standing in front of every door on every floor. They stand in the shadow and stare at you with godless eyes. It’s like
you’ve strayed into a bat cave, and every floor you go down, you’re getting closer to hell. There are countless shadows behind
you, but there is no light in front of you.
6. Morning [9:00 a.m.] You and old man Chen are sitting side by side on a bench next to the basketball court, and the radio at hand makes a rustling sound of gravel.
Guo Degang’s voice began to break.
You and old man Chen are still chatting one after another, and occasionally you will laugh in agreement. There was a thick cloud in the
sky blocking the sun and casting a shadow. It was an ordinary morning. The sun was warm, the autumn wind was cool, and there were voices around you. You would not feel lonely.
It’s just that the stiff curve of your mouth reveals that you are not very comfortable. In your line of sight, your parents and the residents of the same unit are standing quietly in the shade of trees, motionless, while the old man and the old woman are sitting on the horse, talking and chatting, and looking at you from time to time. The temperature of early autumn is not low, even with the afterheat of summer, but there is a cold sweat behind you.
You soon can’t stand the look, and you lean back in your chair, your head slightly raised, looking at the clouds.
Maybe only the change of clouds can relax you.
You gradually relax and think about what to do next.
It’s a little confusing, but for now, as long as you’re not seen, you’re safe. As
time goes by, the first ray of dazzling light is projected on your face from the clouds, and you can’t help covering your eyes with your hands.
At this moment, the voice of the crowd suddenly stopped.
Countless faces turn to you at the same time. In
the eerie silence, only the radio was rustling.
Your heart began to beat faster, as if there was a silent fear. You hurried to say goodbye to old man Chen and left quickly. You didn’t settle down
until you closed the door.
Then you spend the rest of the day in a funk and don’t dare to do anything more until you go to bed.
You think the day is over, and the exhaustion of your mind makes you fall asleep.
In the early morning [2:00] you hear something hazily, wake up warily, and get ready to get up.
You put on your clothes skillfully in the dark. There seems to be an unpleasant smell in the
air that makes you shrug your nose.
You couldn’t help but sneeze, and there was a loud noise with the sneeze.
“Bang!” In the darkness, there is a flash of fire in front of your eyes, followed by a surge of air, a roaring sound, and you are pushed by the air, smashing the glass and flying out of the window.
In the end, what you see is the flames baring their teeth and claws in the endless night.
Like a demon.
…… Time: Afternoon [5:45] You suddenly open your eyes.
Don’t tell them you can see.
The voice came as promised.
This is your sixth death.
7. You seem a little tired when you wake up this time.
Bathed in the dusk light, you were silent for a long time. Although this exploration was not satisfactory, it basically achieved your goal.
This is the longest reincarnation you have ever survived. In this reincarnation, you walked out of the apartment building for the first time, arrived at the basketball court, and confirmed the strange behavior of all the people in the whole community, including your parents. For the first time, you survived for two days and got more detailed information. Of course, the most important thing is that you finally believed the voice.
Don’t tell them you can see.
Indeed, there is no danger as long as one is not found and can see.
As long as you continue to do so, you will be able to get closer to the truth, and all you need to do before that is to collect information.
Therefore, you need to live longer and go further.
Pay attention to each piece of useful information and connect them in series.
If truth is a puzzle, information is a million pieces.
You are just an ordinary person, without the wisdom and reasoning ability of Holmes, what you can do is to rely on your own care and patience, with the help of huge information to restore the truth.
You begin to pay attention to more details that you usually miss, and even go through the room again.
Although you haven’t found more new things, you do find some strange things, such as the poster on the wall, which you have noticed several times, and there are new changes. In the stands behind Kobe, the blurred figures sitting upright have different postures. Their faces are covered with a layer of shadow, and they can’t see clearly. What are they doing?
There are also books on the desk, the text inside are distorted into strange tadpole text, and compared with the last time, the blank inside is also gradually increasing, often a dozen empty pages.
You write these down silently and prepare to continue to verify the next reincarnation.
…… Time: Afternoon [5:45] After four more deaths, you reach the eleventh reincarnation. As soon as you open your eyes, you collapse on the ground.
The whole person is as pale as paper, the forehead is full of sweat, you clench your teeth, only to survive.
In several reincarnations, you find that your spirit is getting worse and worse. At first, you are just a little tired. By the time of the last two reincarnations, the pain is unbearable, like bamboo thorns stirring up your nerves in the flesh.
You even begin to wonder if the return of death can really go on indefinitely.
Of course, the four reincarnations also bring you much more information than before. The shortest of the four reincarnations is three days, and the longest is a week.
Except for one place, your range of activities has expanded to the whole community. Twelve buildings and two gardens have been visited by you. Although you have tried to leave the community, no matter how hard you try, you can’t succeed. The high walls and locked iron gates around you are like a natural barrier between you and the outside world.
You have to lock your eyes back to the neighborhood.
The place that has never been set foot in, the place where the body is afraid to approach, and even the subconscious is deliberately avoiding.
You know, if there’s an answer, it’s going to be there.
8. The place you are talking about is a humble villa located in the north of Building 7 and in the northeast corner of the community.
There was a sales office, after the sale of real estate, it was changed into a church by religious people in the community, leaving only a few rooms for property office.
You don’t have much impression of the villa, only remember that the outer wall is covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, the leaves rustle when the wind blows, and it is very cold.
This night, you did not sleep, in a trance, you even felt the wind blowing from the depths of the villa to your room, your neck was cold, you could not help wrapping the quilt tightly. The warmth of the
bed gives you a little sense of security, and you begin to close your eyes and organize information in your mind.
First of all, the posters are really changing. Now there are only a few people left in the audience, and the basketball has disappeared on the posters. Secondly, there are more and more blank books. There is not a word in half a book. And when you go out several times, the color of the walls in the community is changing. The blue and yellow wall paint is fading away, just like.. Something is disappearing in this world.
The next morning [9:00] you walk down the stairs with a blind cane, and although you walk up the stairs many times, you still shudder when you see those eyes.
To get to the villa, you need to go through a small garden and cross a gravel road. It takes only 2 minutes to walk, but you have been here for 15 minutes. Half of
this hesitation comes from their own resistance, and the other half is the voice behind them.
Before that, you have been used to being followed silently by someone, like a shadow.
But now every time you step down, the same footsteps will fall, dozens of footsteps into one, at first very light, but as you move forward, the sound is getting louder and louder, and you can even hear the distance between them and you is getting closer.
“Knock, knock, knock!” Louder than sound of footsteps is your heartbeat, and your breathing becomes disordered.
You didn’t dare to look back, so you decided to gamble.
You ran quickly, as long as you can get to the villa, even this death is worth it. At the end of the
gravel road is a flat bridge, under which there is a shallow pond. As long as you cross the stone bridge, you can rush into the villa. The appearance of the
villa is more and more clear in your eyes, the dense creeper covered the dilapidated exterior wall, the dark red leaves covered layer by layer, only a few narrow windows were exposed, the door was open, and the inside was dark, like a cave that could swallow light. As
you run, the footsteps behind you get closer and closer.
Your body is tight, a prance, rushed to the stone bridge, the footsteps suddenly stopped. When you
stand on the stone bridge and look back, you find that the crowd stands like a tree and stops moving forward. There
seemed to be an invisible line separating them from the stone bridge.
Sure enough, here is different, they dare not approach, you won the bet, you think so, inexplicably relieved, turned to the villa.
But the next moment, you hear the faint sound of water.
A hand jerks out from under the bridge, grabs your ankle, and you fall sideways into the pond.
You struggle to get up, but there seems to be a force holding you down, making it difficult for you to continue. Water flows down your respiratory tract into the alveoli, and your trachea is filled with water. Then you feel the pain of suffocation again. Soon, you lose your strength due to lack of oxygen and give up the struggle.
The last thing you see through the water is the shaking sunlight and a ferocious face.
Your consciousness is plunged into darkness.
…… Time PM [5:45] Don’t tell them you can see. You open your eyes wide in
fear, the veins in your temples burst, and you gasp for breath, but you still can’t relieve the pain.
Your body curls up into a ball, roaring silently, and a few syllables pop out of your throat like a hoarse cassette.
This is your eleventh death. 9. This time the pain lasts longer than you expected. After the bell rings [6:00], you stand up with a pendulum. The consciousness of breaking away
from the pain is still a little stagnant, but you can already think simply. The first thing
you find different is your eyes. There is a layer of mist in front of you. Everything you see is hazy. It’s fine near you. A little farther away, you can only see simple outlines and blurred color blocks. The world becomes a huge abstract painting in front of you.
Next, you find that the poster is just an empty auditorium and a half-blackened basketball in the middle of the court. The books on the table have become pieces of white paper. You flip through the books crazily without any handwriting. Behind what
you don’t see, in the vase at the head of the bed, a withered petal falls gently to the ground.
You look out the window and let out a long breath.
The bloodshot eyes looked at the sunset without blinking until tears came out of their eyes. The pain of
repeated death has already accumulated a turbulent undercurrent in your heart, and your long-suppressed anger is like the magma rolling in the volcano.
Why me? Why me? Why should I bear all this? You thought so, and laughed crazily.
Soon, as two pigeons flew past the window, the laughter stopped abruptly.
You seem to have figured something out and just stood there quietly.
The figure is lonely and determined.
Time [6:30] Your parents “come home from work” on time. Instead of staying in your room, you uncharacteristically greet them with a smile, and then send a fruit knife into their heart in their disbelief. Under the blood pressure, the blood flows like a red ball flying in the air.
When the blood runs out, they are like two black shadows, dissipating little by little in the wind with the ashes.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but you vaguely see them laughing. What are
they laughing at?
You went out with doubts and a bloody knife without saying a word.
Then you see more people, in your more blurred vision, the crowd becomes a strange color block, you only need to aim at the heart of these color blocks, you can eliminate it, the color of the blood begins to change, first red, then blue, green, yellow.. Finally you see a rainbow spray thin, hanging all over your eyes.
That’s beautiful. That’s what you think.
On the other side, as you pass by, the walls of the unit building behind you begin to weather and fall off, and the leaves begin to wither. When you finally come to the door of the villa, the whole community collapses into ruins. With a boom, the smoke and dust cover the sky.
You didn’t stop a step.
10. The moment you step into the door, your hazy vision finally falls into darkness.
But you feel that this is more reassuring than seeing, and this is the color you are used to.
I don’t know how long you’ve been walking, but there’s a light in front of your eyes.
Then the light explodes, and the whole world bleaches, like a film reversing its background, like a white X-ray negative. There is only black and white in
the world.
You vaguely recognize that this is a hall with eight rows of benches on each side, a platform in front of it, and a huge picture of Christ on the wall behind it.
Is this the church in the villa?
You watch quietly. The
white light flashes again, and you see that the whole church is full of people, and the priest in black robes is reciting the Bible.
The crowd was silent, except for the priest’s voice, which echoed through the church. In
a trance, you suddenly feel that the scene is familiar. Your memory is interrupted by a
deep whisper from behind. You turn around and see countless creepers coming in from the door, twisting their tentacles and spreading everywhere. Somehow, you feel a kind of fear in your heart. You shout at the crowd: Run, run! But they don’t seem to see you and ignore you. You try to push with your hand, only to find that your palm goes straight through their body. You are like a ghost in the air.
Parthenocissus quickly covered the church, huge leaves shaking, instantly burning into flames, turbulent flames engulfed the church. Then the
crowd began to panic, scrambling to run out, the priest threw away the Bible, the couple fled separately, you even saw a couple and their children were scattered by the crowd, the children shouted for their parents in the flames, but no one answered, in the smoke and turmoil, the children cried and coughed, tears and snot coughed at the same time.. The last thing you see is the child’s helpless face being consumed by flames.
You feel a little cold on your face, but you reach out and touch the tears.
Am I crying?
Your mood is inexplicably low: Who is that child and why is it so familiar? As soon as you open your eyes
again, you find that you are in a new scene. This is a primary school. Many children are pointing around a little blind man and laughing mercilessly. A naughty little boy comes forward and takes away the little blind man’s blind stick. He even trips the little blind man to the ground when he gropes on the ground in fear and begs them, which arouses more laughter from the crowd.
The crowd dispersed, and the little blind man stayed on the playground for a whole day before the teacher found him.
You just watch it happen, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Only the clenched fists reveal your feelings. Are you angry?
Is this me?
The picture changes again, and this time the scene makes you confirm the answer. In front of you is the bedroom that you are familiar with.
You saw your mother buy the Kobe Bryant poster you wanted most before and tell you the details of the poster bit by bit, but you cried and tore it to pieces. You saw your father buy a whole set of fairy tale books and tell you softly every night, but you just cried and threw the books all over the floor.
You see that your mother often gets up early to buy you fresh flowers, just so that you can smell the short fragrance when you get up, but you never accept it. You complain about them unscrupulously, resent them for leaving you in the fire, and blurt out the words of resentment.
They are just silent.
And then, you seem to grow up a little, but you are more silent, you don’t go out, you don’t have friends, you don’t even talk to your parents, you are afraid of people, you are afraid of other people’s strange eyes, you are afraid of your parents, you are afraid of the church that your parents lost, which is supposed to be full of holy light, but you lost your eyes.
You often squat in the corner, shivering, and time goes by day by day.
…… You have grown into an adult, but it seems that you don’t like to talk anymore. In the eyes of outsiders, you are often in a daze, often in a daze for a day, but only you know how beautiful the world he has built in his mind. Although you still can’t see the world, you have a harmonious family and talk to your parents about everything. You will chat with your little sister downstairs. I often go downstairs to chat and listen to books with old men and old women. The world is dark, but it is bright for you.
Over time, subconsciously, you even begin to fear seeing the light again.
For you, the light is a dangerous world full of loneliness, ridicule and dirt. You’ve redefined your
identity, you’ve closed off the memories of the past, the memories that are painful to you.
You sigh and close your eyes. When you
open your eyes again, it’s a new scene. You seem to have come to a hospital. In the
ward, doctors and nurses come in and out.
You see your mother, who is wearing the same hospital gown, saying to you that her father had an accident because of a long journey, and that she had worked hard day and night and finally collapsed, and that all her old illnesses and injuries had recurred, and that she would not live for more than a few days.
But fortunately, at the last moment, you can borrow a lot of money from others to pay for the operation and exchange your cornea for you. There is still some
money left after the operation, which is enough for you to spend for a period of time, and the funeral has been arranged by yourself, so you don’t have to worry.
Your surgery was at 5:45 p.m., and after being anesthetized, you were wheeled into the operating room. In
a hazy way, you finally fell asleep. This is the end of the
picture.
11. A faint point of light appeared in the black and white world, followed by a brilliant light.
You finally escaped from that world. The gauze
wrapped around your eyes is untied in circles. After many years, you finally see the world again.
It’s just that your eyes can’t stop crying. After
leaving the hospital, the first place you go is your parents’cemetery, because it takes a long time to go back and forth.
You stand in front of the grave, and you can’t say anything.
When you turn the key again to open the door, it is already evening, and the light of dusk shines through the window, which is yellow. There was no one
at home, and it seemed a little lonely.
When you walk into the bedroom, the first thing you see is the yellowing Kobe Bryant poster on the wall, which is sewn and patched with tape, showing a funny gesture; There is a whole set of fairy tales on the desk, many of the pages are wrinkled, it seems that they have been turned over many times, but after blowing off the dust, the cover is still new, it can be seen that the owner of the book is very precious, they can not bear to dirty. The
light shone through the window, and the dust rose and fell in the light. In front of the
light, there are withered carnations.
You seem to think of something, open the drawer, and find a radio inside.
You sit in your chair and press the play button at dusk. A familiar voice came from
inside.
Let’s talk about cross talk. There are four lessons in cross talk.
“” Yes.
“Four lessons: cheating, cheating, abducting, and cheating!” What? “
Oh, say, learn, tease, sing!” “!” …… . Focus on not getting lost ~
