It was Schelling's dream.
Schelling didn't dream all night yesterday. In the morning, around six o'clock, Schelling was still like yesterday, and finally fell into a dream. At this time, it is often the story that Schelling remembers the most and wakes up the longest. In the past four years, Xie Lin was not only awakened by the dream, but sometimes he was completely awake, wishing that there was a dream in front of him, and that was where Xie Lin should be. In the next two years, Xie Lin sometimes recalled during the day, the dreams of the previous night, all slowly merged, and gradually became indistinguishable, which part was done at midnight, which part was dawn again, and the people around her who appeared repeatedly in it, her The part of Schelling that his hand touched.
This time it was an exception. Schelling's memory is light, but firm. Schelling was alone, sitting on a strange plum tree, at the top of the prunes. Schelling realized that he was sitting here, but he was not afraid and didn't look down to the height of the wet ground. This is an old tree with dense branches, and the branches reaching the branches are as thick as a bowl. The fork is separated from the fork, the dry body is knotted, and it is particularly brittle. The branches with a huge long arm stretched obliquely in the air, more falling to the ground than the remaining old plums, the brown shell is lined with moon-white, mottled, and sparse fences. , at first glance like thin snakes, circling and growing. Xie Lin wasn't afraid either. He dangled his legs back and forth between the plum branches. Xie Lin couldn't see it himself. The plum branches didn't change because of their prudence. Schelling could only sit at the top of the tree, and he understood later. The seat was very damp. He swayed his legs and kept swaying. Schelling's jeans were wet first. He thought that if he sat for a long time, the flesh inside might become congested again, and crimson ants would climb up. It was freezing cold outside. It feels hot to the touch, and the hot part can gradually fade away after waiting for full term. Xie Lin's mind revisited, and the man was still sitting in the same place.
On the ground was dark, single clusters or overlapping plum petals, pink and tender, sticking among the sparse plums, blooming gently, but always leaving him. After a while, fog came in, and there were several plum trees in front of me. Xie Lin couldn't smell the fragrance of plum, so he accidentally leaned forward, but the plum stalks were still an inch away. He accidentally raised his head, over there, the big plum pile slanted not far away, opened a wooden lattice window, built with fine bricks, the light red bricks have clear seams, brick by brick, surrounding the square frame , no doffer drawer. Xie Lin was a little awake, staring inside, Qu Hei vaguely, there is a figure that looks like a human figure, looking here secretly and reluctantly.
Schelling woke up here and got up in a hurry.
Xie Lin was shopping on the weekend. He walked a wide road alone. Before the green light, he passed a twelve-wheeled orange-red truck, two or three cement-grey trucks that kept turning, and five oil tankers about three stories long. . The body of the car was solemn, pressing close to the ground where he was standing, rumbling and rumbling, as if it was about to shake, and Xie Lin took a few steps back. Xie Lin came to face him. He had to pass one or two cabochon concrete wheels, which were laid flat on the ground, less than 50 meters from the street corner, making him like an old man, staggering, squeezing from side to side. Going to the light pole at the corner of the street, I stopped for a rest, the cart was worn out, and it took a while to lean on the side of the road. Xie Lin looked at the huge billboard on the opposite side, the house was spacious, and he measured the living room of Xiaobaiping, and imagined the bright lights and warmth. Underneath, a young couple with two or three babies in their hands, one of them was walking, crying, and stopped his young father, who reprimanded him in the sunshine; After passing the soft moon-white sofa, he folded back under the TV wall and repeatedly searched for the missing things on the ground. Xie Lin looked carefully, and the square brick gray floor was only the sun shining in the west.
Xie Lin heard the heavy and firm footsteps and looked to the right. A woman in her 30s came over. The doll's head was scattered to her shoulders, and she jumped. The light and thick cotton clothes were tightly wrapped around her body, and the mottled scarf in front of her neck reached her knees. She was full of vigor. She was getting closer and closer to Schelling. He didn't dare to look at it, so he looked up to find the living room again, and she passed by. Sheelin kept watching her crossing the road, looking like she would not admit defeat.
Schelling pulled the car, looked at the high light pole, and there was a cloud in the blue sky above, and then he smiled.
This is nearly five years later.
About eight years ago, Schelling was also in a familiar place, standing behind a stranger that terrified him.
Xie Lin's mother just sat firmly on the iron chair in the rest room and said not to let him go. Xie Lin rushed to his mother, laughing at her figure, Tutuo, soft, looking at her face, white and round. I felt really cold on my body, and I remembered it but didn't ask her for the next nine years, which made me sad. His mother used to come to the library to approach the road, go to the first floor for the staff to use the water tank, pick up a glass of water for him, carry her long glass cup, and walk slowly from a distance. This is her most relaxing time in January. Xie Lin sat under the big window, the seat was cold, and his heart felt warm when he saw his mother. That day, Xie Lin didn't want his mother to fetch water. He took the order and the cup, went up to the third floor, went to the water tank next to the toilet, and filled two large tanks with hot water. When he brought it out, the steam was steaming, his mind was gone, the heat came up, and his hands were scalded. He temporarily placed the cup on the windowsill, the narrow brick, and the two cups of clean water were steaming upwards. Xie Lin thought of a year. He was carrying a small sugar cube china cup, a bunch of purple grapes, covered with leaves and covered stems, and stacked on the side. When the elevator door opened, five or six men and women in cotton clothes came in. Covering the cup of water vapor, they all smiled and lowered their heads, standing in front. Mother wanted to laugh and hide close to Xie Lin's right, Xie Lin's head held high. Xie Lin took the cup and came to the elevator. With a bang, the door was wide open. He went in, turned around, and saw a very sturdy back, keeping his eyes closed. When did he come here? Startled, he stood back and reached the wall of the box.
Back that day, to this day, whether on the Internet or in reality, Xie Lin still thinks about what happened to this day when he glanced at the strange cases.
When we went out to wait for the bus that day, Xie Lin and his mother were very excited. The distance from the gate to the station was less than 1000 meters. His mother used to read books on health preservation, and she was so happy that day. On a cold winter day, she blushed and told him that people from a thousand years ago, they said that if they took good care of them, they could live for a thousand years. Xie Lin fluttered in the wind, and his hair came close to his mother, who laughed until the 109 station. Xie Lin told her, how do you eat Nanjing Xiaolong Baozi at noon, don't listen to me, dip more chili, his mother happened to walk to the cross road where the hutong restaurant can be seen obliquely, while paying attention to the traffic, glanced half-eyed and replied with satisfaction, Why didn't I listen to you. Then I remembered, came over to the roadside, looked at Xie Lin with pity, didn't you read any good books this day?
In fact, Xie Lin told her mother before she left the restaurant that day—the monster in the elevator, but when she went out, her mother forgot about it.
In the winter of this year, Xie Lin was looking at Station B, seeing the Little Yellow Hat Observation Room collecting stories, and thinking of the person in the elevator. On that night, he had the magical dream at the beginning.
The man in the pane is the old man, Schelling's old man. In the elevator, she was like a sister of Xie Lin, a stranger who really stood up to the person in front of her. The person in the elevator didn't turn his head, and the person in the window was completely concealed; Xie Lin could clearly know how the elevator person got in, but that day, what he didn't know made him scared. The elevator man asked him behind his back, what floor, the voice was tragic, persecuting, and approaching, Xie Lin thought that she would turn her face at any time, it was a disfigured face, it was weird, the nose was missing, the eyelids were too cracked, and it was torn into the cheeks. The window man described it as beautiful, but she was afraid, not because of her own situation, but because it was difficult for Mei Shang to sit comfortably; Xie Lin's voice was very soft and thin, and she said the floor where her mother sat. The window man didn't hear any sound. Master Mei was the man under Mei, and he didn't dare to have it, even though he had been worrying about it for fifteen years, owed her, blamed her, and tortured himself at the end; the elevator and Xie Lin listened, You ……Yu……——The tone of the electromagnetic follows the building, dull, Xu Yin, the world shrinks momentarily, two squares, lamp, metal, two people, bright like a silver snake, squeezed vertically in the ground, a flash, In a flash; Chuang and Master Mei were far apart. Five years later, Master Mei became old, and Chuang and him looked at each other and began to stop talking. Xie Lin thought that if the elevator was slowed down a little bit, his heart would come out in one piece, and he would regret it with him on the ground. Why didn't he come with his mother; the window man just didn't go to the window, and Master Mei showed her, There is no feeling in my heart.
It was beautiful outside the window, and the red plum stained the sky. Xie Lin didn't record it after he woke up. He didn't even think that a few years ago, he used the screen name to commemorate his mother, Meixiaren.
Xie Lin's mother also knew that weirdo. She wanted to have a little overlap with herself who wanted to persuade Xie Lin all the time, so she didn't comment any further.
If someone can still ask Xie Lin now, the provincial library that you often go to is still the same as before. If you choose two special days in the middle of the month, Xie Lin will miss it even more. It has a camel-colored pagoda top and is in In his opinion, the world's largest, most beautiful and most inclusive place.
Surrounding the pagoda are full of pine and cypresses. Xie Lin likes cypresses the most, so it doesn't matter if you see them or not.
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