It was pitch black all around.
What a familiar place, Zhang Moyan thought dazedly.
She seemed to have been trapped here for a very long time. She seemed to have escaped once, but was later caught again, or maybe she had never escaped and had always been here.
I remember that she seemed very afraid of this place before, but now she doesn't feel that fear or anxiety at all. Her head is foggy and sometimes clear and sometimes confused. When she is awake, she seems to be in pain, but when she is confused, she feels peaceful.
In the darkness of the eternal night, there was suddenly a sound of footsteps coming towards her from afar. The rubber soles of the shoes walked up the long steps, which was particularly clear in the silence.
Zhang Moyan turned her head towards the direction of the voice, but naturally couldn't see anything. After waiting for a while, she felt that the person was standing in front of her.
The person must be very tall, as there was a huge difference between him and her small, curled-up body. Zhang Moyan tried to get up, but she had no strength left. Then she heard the sound of fabric rubbing against each other, and the person seemed to have squatted down.
"Why don't you just come with me?" It was a young man's voice, indescribably gentle and mellow, which made her feel close to him.
"?" Zhang Moyan looked up weakly. Although she couldn't see the person in front of her, she felt for some reason that she could trust him. "Okay."
She didn't even ask where to go.
The young man took her hand, his palm was warm and dry, making her feel that she had made the right decision.
"Once you leave, you can never come back here..." said the young man.
Zhang Moyan said without hesitation: "Okay, I don't like it here, and the people here don't like me either."
The man sighed softly, patted her head, and asked, "Don't you like all of them?"
"What?"
"Does everyone dislike you?"
Zhang Moyan thought about it silently, feeling a slight headache: "...Maybe there is one?"
"What kind of man is he?"
Zhang Moyan tried hard to recall, but finally shook her head helplessly: "I can't quite remember. I haven't seen him for a long time."
"Do you want to go see him again? You can't come back after you leave."
When Zhang Moyan heard the young man say that he couldn't come back again, she realized that the matter seemed quite serious. She suddenly felt a little worried and felt obligated to go and see the only person who was good to her before leaving and thank him.
But I was a little hesitant.
She grabbed the young man's hand and asked, "Are you in a hurry? Can you wait for me for a while?"
Suddenly a cold wind blew, and something slid down her cheek, and Zhang Moyan's tightly closed eyelashes opened slightly.
It was about to rain, the sunlight was dim, the gloomy sky was cut into pieces by the withered branches, the cold wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves on the ground were swirling in the field of vision.
A few golden sycamore leaves were stranded in Zhang Moyan's arms. She gently picked up one, and the real touch made her consciousness slowly clear.
The temperature was very low, and the air inhaled into the lungs made the body cold. The skin felt empty, and it was like being dead, without even a heartbeat.
It would be nice to die, this thought flashed through Zhang Moyan’s mind.
She was unwanted by her biological father, abandoned by her biological mother, hated by her adoptive parents, abandoned by her grandfather, betrayed by her best friend, and she didn't dare to be with the one she loved... She had accomplished nothing, and her fate was like a dark, bottomless abyss. She didn't want such an unfortunate life anymore.
The eternal tranquility in the dark dream, the warm big hands, the voice like the gentle breeze, the feeling of no more pain, how I long for it.
I don’t know who is talking to her, and where is he taking her?
It was said that Xie Bian, the White Impermanence of the Underworld, was a handsome young man. Could it be him? Even if it was the Black Impermanence, it wouldn't matter. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything anyway.
Several dogs were fighting on the scorched yellow lawn of the park. The barking of the dogs and the scolding of their owners became clearer and clearer. When Zhang Moyan's hearing returned, he thought of a word: last flicker of light.
I feebly took out my cell phone from my bag and, like executing a program, found the phone number of a Western restaurant that I had saved for a long time. Because of the expensive price and the fact that it was not a holiday, I was able to book a table without any problems.
I opened WeChat again, scrolled all the way to the bottom, and clicked on an avatar signed "Xiao Xingyu".
It's so strange that I can't remember the person in my dream, but I know exactly who it is after I wake up.
The call music sounded for a long time. While waiting, Zhang Moyan thought a lot. She mainly considered that if the call couldn't go through, she should just give up and call again. Maybe Xiao Xingyu would call back when he saw her call.
Before she could think it through, the call was connected before it automatically hung up. A long-lost yet familiar voice came from the receiver, a little annoyed: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Moyan felt that the voice was no less impressive than Bai Wuchang's.
"I'd like to treat you to a meal," she said. "You choose the time and place tonight."
On the other end of the phone: “…?…Busy!”
"How about tomorrow?"
"I don't have time either."
"What about the day after tomorrow?"
“I’m… busy.”
Zhang Moyan didn't say anything else. She could tell that the other person wasn't really busy, but simply didn't want to see her. After all, she'd been so cruel and hurtful before, it was only natural that he didn't want to see her again.
"Why do you want to treat me to a meal?" Xiao Xingyu suddenly asked in silence on both sides.
Zhang Moyan said, "I wanted to have a meal with you one last time, but I may not be able to do that in the future."
There was silence again on the other end. After a long while, he said, "No, thank you!"
"...Tonight at 7:30, at the Freeman Mansion, see you there."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Moyan felt that she was speechless, but it didn't matter. In the end, just do what you want. It doesn't matter whether it's suitable, whether it's possible, whether it works or not, or whether you love her or not.
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