He Shan

What is that?

The Memory Master's mind went blank.

She fell into the messy elevator, and outside the door was the sun wrapped in eight rays.

A huge stick-drawn sun hangs upright in the vast sky, occupying the entire field of vision of the illusionist.

The eight rays are like the arms of the sun, piercing the blue sky with their fangs and claws.

A very present, firm-skinned hand holds a red crayon and colors the sun.

The supervisor climbed up and unceremoniously pushed the illusionist behind her, and she walked out of the elevator excitedly.

She faced the giant hand and shouted impatiently: "Director, I brought all the employees with the lowest performance!"

The giant hand put down the crayon, reached its index finger and thumb into the elevator, and pinched the employees out one by one.

The illusionist felt something was wrong, she ran out of the elevator and shouted to the giant hand: "Kang Kang, what are you going to do?"

The giant hand pays no attention to the Memory Master, and the cries of the characters in the book cannot be transmitted to the upper level of the narrative.

The crying employees were arranged by the giant hand according to their length, width and length. The giant hand took out a snow-white eraser and started wiping the employees all the way from the first employee.

Screams and wails rang out at the same time, and the employees turned into thin strips of eraser crumbs. The supervisor watched it all with excitement and greed.

She seemed to be intoxicated by the wailing of the eraser and couldn't help clapping her hands:

"Snap, snap, snap, snap"

The giant hand finished applying the eraser, but it still felt it was not enough. It picked up a few pieces of broken strips with two fingers, and the eraser residue was rubbed into a white cylinder by its fingers.

The Memory Master finally knew where the white animals in the mall came from.

She watched as the giant hands rubbed eight cylinders together to form a tailed bear, and the bear's body parts began to twist.

Then the giant hand lost interest in the little bear, and the giant hand picked up the crayon and continued to color the sun.

The supervisor in front of the elevator clapped her hands so excitedly that they turned red. She rushed to the little bear, picked up the eraser crumbs on the ground and stuffed them into her mouth.

As the supervisor eats and swallows voraciously, she is no longer a supervisor; she becomes more concrete and solid, and the author who created this narrative seems to have devoted more words to her.

The words on her work badge disintegrated like tadpoles, swimming to form new words. She was about to have a character name. She was going to become a famous protagonist!

The illusionist jumped over the supervisor who was desperately swallowing eraser crumbs on the ground and grabbed the tip of the crayon.

The crayon paused for a moment, and the giant hand suddenly lifted the crayon and disappeared into the sun along with the Memory Master on the tip of the crayon.

......

The player, Memory Master, woke up on a clean road.

There were no pedestrians or vehicles on the road, and even the white traffic markings looked as if they had just been painted, making them extremely eye-catching.

There was a road sign where the Memory Master woke up, with the three big characters "Qizhong Road" written in white on a blue background.

On the left side of Qizhong Road, there is a sign that says "Liwangli"; on the right side of Qizhong Road, there is also a sign that says "Liwangli".

If I have to say the difference, the brand on the left has some paint peeling and looks a little old; the brand on the right is brand new and has bright colors.

The Memory Master walked to the left.

Because in her memory, Liwangli where He Kang lived was old and dilapidated.

The fact that she could recall things about He Kang meant that there was something wrong with her memory, or there was something wrong with the kaleidoscope.

In the past, she would forget all the facts about the kaleidoscope owner. But after getting rid of the contamination of the printer, the memory of He Kang completely returned to her mind, and the memory of the illusionist himself was also vaguely pried open.

The illusionist didn't know what this meant, but she felt it was not a good sign.

She used the water on the roadside to see her face. She was He Kang, but she didn't have a hormone-induced facial expression and she didn't have a shaved head. She looked like an ordinary high school student.

It seems that deep down in his heart, He Kang hopes to have a normal life, the Memory Master thought with relief.

Walking along a small path into the community, the shabby Li Wangli appeared in front of the illusionist, exactly the same as she remembered.

An old man whose gender could not be identified was rummaging through the garbage dump, and an old lady in a floral cotton coat was stealthily pulling out red bricks.

She used to dislike the environment here, but now she feels it is quite familiar.

She even tried to say hello when she passed by Floral Cotton: "Good morning!"

The old lady cautiously covered the snakeskin bag full of red bricks in her hand, fearing that she would come to snatch it.

The illusionist admired the bumpy wall for a while, and not finding any corpses or grease, she walked into the staircase with satisfaction.

In the corridor on the first floor with extremely poor lighting, there was a security guard lying. He was dressed like a beggar, with wrinkles all over his face. He was waving a palm-leaf fan in his left hand and holding a storybook in his right hand.

The Memory Master stopped in front of him.

There is no such person in the real Riwangli.

The gatekeeper opened his dim eyes and squinted to see the person in front of him. He seemed to have just woken up: "It's He Shan, where is your brother?"

"My brother?" the Memory Master asked in confusion.

"Your brother, He Kang." The old man put the story on his lap, "Has he returned home?"

The Memory Master was puzzled as to where He Kang's brother came from.

She was sure that she had broken through the narrative and followed the crayon to the layer of reality where He Kang was.

Why does He Kang have a younger brother named He Shan in reality?

The gatekeeper kept talking incessantly, and the illusionist answered him casually, saying that he didn't know where his brother was.

She quickly climbed up to the 5th floor and could smell the odor of low-quality soybean oil when she stood in the corridor. She rubbed her nose and raised her hand to knock on the door.

There was no movement from the inside, so she had to knock on the door vigorously: "It's me, open the door for me!"

Zhang Xiaona opened the door holding a spatula and looked behind the illusionist: "Where's your brother?"

"have no idea."

"I asked you to go to the printing factory to pick up your brother, why did you come back by yourself?"

Zhang Xiaona cursed while cooking: "What's the point of raising you? Your brother can't work in the factory, and you can't even pick up someone. You..."

The Memory Master listened patiently and asked: "Why do you want to bring my brother back?"

"The printing factory owner returned his product." Zhang Xiaona added salt to the fire, "He said your brother can't do anything, which is completely different from what your father promised."

There are indeed some people with mild autism who can do simple work and are good at tasks that are highly repetitive and have clear rules.

But He Kang suffers from severe autism and is basically incapable of working. The illusionist cannot figure out what he can do in the factory.

So she asked: "What did my dad tell others?"

"He said he went to a special school and was no different from a normal person except that he was unwilling to talk. He was also able to register the disability certificate under the name of the printing factory, giving the boss a chance to get a tax refund."

This is a lie. If the He family had enough money to send He Kang to a special school and intervene in his autism earlier, He Kang's illness would not be so serious that he could not utter a word.

Zhang Xiaona waved the spatula vigorously, as if she wanted to vent her resentment on the pickled cabbage: "They didn't even let him into the production room, so they made him stay in the conference room to watch the printer and refill the machine with paper. He can't even do such a small thing!"

"Bang!"

Zhang Xiaona hit the edge of the iron pan hard with a spatula.

"I think he's just pretending! How come nothing happened when he was painting those crappy pictures?"

"Wow, wow, wow..." Zhang Xiaona cried softly, "If only, if only..."

If any memory master didn't dare to interrupt Zhang Xiaona back then, she would have listened attentively, hoping to get some useful clues.

But Zhang Xiaona sniffed and refused to continue.

Just as the illusionist was about to ask more questions, He Dayong opened the door and went home.

He looked worried: "I have lost all my face!"

"Alas." He Dayong threw himself on the sofa and lit a cigarette, "What should I do with Kang Kang?"

"I can't do anything! Last time I was working in a mall wearing a doll costume, the boss rejected it!"

"Where's my brother?" asked the Memory Master.

"Your sister went to pick him up."

The sister couldn’t be He Cuifeng. The memory master couldn’t understand He Kang’s thoughts.

In reality, he first fabricated a non-existent younger brother for himself, and then treated He Cuifeng, who took advantage of him, as his real sister.

This seems even crazier to the Memory Master than Teddy Bear and the Pollutant Printer.

Those things are just pure ghosts, but my brother and sister are family members living under the same roof.

He Dayong had not finished smoking a cigarette when he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Bang, bang, bang"

There was a huge noise mixed with malice, and the strange man outside the door roared: "Mr. He! The broken machine you used to pay off your debt broke after only one day!"

He Dayong curled up on the sofa with his neck shrunk. He winked at the memory master, wanting him to open the door.

The memory artist wanted to pretend that she didn't see it, but she couldn't get the clue unless she opened the door, so she had to open it.

"My dad isn't home." The memory master lied for He Dayong.

There were two people standing outside the door, one was a man with a fat face knocking on the door, and the other was a middle-aged woman wearing glasses.

Man is suspicious: "Not at home"

Behind them is a vending machine - yes, a penguin vending machine with a beret.

The woman smiled and said, "Little friend, why don't you invite us in to sit for a while? We carried your machine up to the fifth floor, and it was very tiring."

The illusionist was in a dilemma: "But my brother is sick and is sticking feces on the wall. You can come in if you want."

She silently apologized to He Kang in her heart, but there was no better way at this time.

The woman obviously hesitated for a moment, and the man reacted first: "His brother is autistic, not Alzheimer's, why is he so confused?"

The man pushed the illusionist aside and squeezed into the room. He saw He Dayong at a glance: "Hey! Hiding behind the kid!"

As the man insulted He Dayong, the memory master sorted out the cause and effect.

He Dayong borrowed money from them but couldn't pay it back. He begged them to agree to use the vending machine to pay off the debt by playing a pity game with them, saying that there was an elderly autistic patient in his family.

They had already agreed, but the vending machine broke down after just one day of work, and the two furious people came to He Dayong to collect the debt.

"What did you promise us?" the man roared. "Two years ago you said you would pay it back next year, and last year you said you would pay it back next year, but this year you still don't have the money!"

He Dayong smiled and said: "I used the money to treat my child's illness. I will definitely pay it back next year."

The "healing" woman looked down at He Dayong from above her glasses, "Do you need to treat your child? He will help you to cheat people!"

As the woman spoke, the man turned his gaze to the illusionist. He suddenly became angry: "What a family of liars!"

"Bah!" The man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on He Dayong's face, "You are a big liar!"

The Memory Master took off running.

Sure enough, she was the next one to be scolded.

"Your son is a little liar! He is a liar and his followers are crooked!"

The illusionist ran too fast and accidentally bumped into the vending machine. She raised her head and looked at the cartoon penguin on the machine. The penguin closed its eyes as if it was pitying her.

You don't want to open your eyes and see all this awfulness. The illusionist gently touched the penguin's yellow beak.