Doomsday Wonderland

In late spring, there are already cicadas in the courtyard outside the window.

The hissing of the cicadas is intermittent, which is more disturbing than usual, as if because summer has not yet arrived, they are not determined to fully devote themselves to this undertaking. They came early this year; when Mingming approached the window, the dark night outside was still as cold as water, causing a layer of goosebumps to appear on Qiao Yuansi's exposed skin.

After placing the bird feed box on the window sill outside, she closed the window, picked up two mugs from the dining table, and glanced at an open notebook next to her. The hot tea in the cup was too full. As she walked, the steam filled the air, whitening the air in front of her eyes like powdery mist.

Upon seeing this, Sakura Mizugan jumped up from the sofa, walked towards her in a few steps, and took the two teacups over.

"Why is it so hot?" He lowered his head, glanced at Qiao Yuansi from under some messy hair, and pretended to put the cup to her mouth: "Here, you take a sip first and I will take it over."

"Stop making trouble," Qiao Yuansi resisted for a moment and said with a smile - but the smile immediately dissipated.

The clock hands are almost ten o'clock, and the hot and noisy daytime gradually sinks like snowdrops, turning into a silent and cold night.

Qiao Yuanji was wearing suspenders and hot pants, sitting cross-legged on the carpet. He was holding the cup because it was too hot, and his fingers were cold without touching the cup. Sakura Mizugan was sitting on the sofa opposite, watching her fingers working for a while, and finally couldn't help but lower her head. Laughed.

After the laughter in his throat dissipated, the two of them fell into silence again.

The last time they got together was too short, and they were separated for too long. When they met again, it was like light and shadow meeting solid ice, unable to find a point of communication and integration. Qiao Yuansi kept his head lowered. After a few seconds, he suddenly asked: "Why are you back?"

Hearing this, Ying Shui'an ruffled her messy hair a few times, fell down on the back of the sofa, and let out a long breath. "I...I just happened to pass by this place and thought of you. I came over to see if you were okay."

Qiao Yuansi nodded silently, and the room became quiet again. She could feel Ying Shuigan's eyes sweeping over her again and again, and he hesitated to speak several times - he didn't seem to expect that she would close herself tightly like a clam shell, I was still hesitating for a moment, wondering whether I should knock her shell.

"I'm fine," Qiao Yuanji whispered, looking at his fingertips that were heated by the cup, and said, "Now you've seen it."

Ying Shui'an leaned forward, her broad and thin shoulders curled up slightly, and asked: "...you want me to go?"

Qiao Yuansi was silent for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and wiped his eyes with his hand.

"Since you decided to leave in the first place, you shouldn't come back." She said hoarsely, "You know what I mean... and I also know what you meant at that time."

Ying Shui'an was startled and said nothing.

"I know that you only have fourteen months in each world, I know." Qiao Yuansi's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, "I know that even...even if you don't leave, I will still be a person after fourteen months. People face this world. So it would be a good thing for me to get used to this state earlier... But, since you have decided this way, why are you coming back? "

"I..." Sakura Shui'an wiped her face lightly. The dark cloud shadows outside the window drifted over, blocking the moonlight.

"It took a lot of effort for me to get used to it." Before he could finish his sentence, Qiao Yuansi almost shrank behind the mug, hiding in the steaming heat, and said, "...It took a lot of effort for me to get used to it."

This was probably the first time he encountered this situation. Such an evolved person who seemed to be able to do anything with ease now seemed a little at a loss. "I...I just wanted to come see you."

Qiao Yuansi still only looked at the tea in the cup. "I know, I'm fine now, I can handle it on my own, don't worry, I escaped from danger four months ago, and I can continue to take care of myself in the future..."

"Four months ago?" Sakura Mizugan immediately raised his attention, "What happened?"

Speaking of that incident, we can't help but think of Jin Yan.

Qiao Yuansi closed her eyes, almost numbly, and slowly told the story of her acquaintance with Jin Yan; when her story came to the park that evening, her voice began to get lower and lower: "Jin Yan was then She had just been infected, and she was still herself. So when those people gathered around me, seeing that I was about to get worse, she suddenly shouted, jumped up from behind, and knocked down two people... Thanks to her I bought myself a little bit of time before I could take my chance and escape."

Sakura Mizugan pursed her lips tightly and nodded. "But she transformed later, right?" He moved closer, and his shadow and breath floated on the coffee table. "The memory of a transformed person is coherent. Didn't she—"

"Dead," Qiao Yuanji interrupted.

The expression on Sakura Mizugan's face was condensed, and it looked more and more like a plaster statue under the moonlight outside the window.

"Later, when I sent her home, I told her that I would help her just like you helped me. But she was seriously infected. I was not sure at that time. In fact, I was already prepared. If she couldn't recover, I would have to leave my job and my house and run away... As a result, I found her dead the next morning." She said in a calm tone.

"Suicide?" Ying Shui'an guessed it immediately.

Qiao Yuanji nodded silently.

The silent orange light of the desk lamp flowed down, slowly filling the silent void between the two of them. Sakura Mizugan lost a lot of weight, and his T-shirt hung loosely on him; he lowered his head, suddenly stood up and walked around the coffee table, plopped down and sat next to Qiao Yuanji, and the aroused wind blew his hair and T-SHIRT.

"……sorry."

He stretched out his hand, and when he was about to touch Qiao Yuansi, the latter suddenly turned around and threw himself forward into his arm. Sakura Mizugan's whole body froze at that moment, and her half-stretched arm stayed in the air. After several seconds, she slowly turned around and placed her fingers on the warm and naked skin of Qiao Yuanji's back.

Qiao Yuanji couldn't even shed a tear. She refused to let go, just raised her head and held his neck like a vine trying to cling to a tree trunk. Her cheek brushed against his Adam's apple, and her collarbone hit his chest. The warm and cold skin touched each other, and the breath and hair were all messed up.

"Tomorrow," she said, listening to her low, murmuring voice, like a sob: "Tomorrow, you leave...and never come back..."

Sakura Mizugan let out a hoarse breath that was almost painful from her throat.

The hair on the dark red Persian carpet is rich and fine, and clumps are tied on the back. It is lifted up and collapsed like clumps of waves, turning Qiaoyuan Temple into a small boat. The dim lamplight was wrapped with fine dust, which swayed and circulated with the breath, giving everything a sad look like an old movie. The colors stretched and merged, and the living room expanded and contracted, changing shapes, and finally turned into layers of endless, endless white light, shining into her mind.

Panting, Qiao Yuansi sat up and reached for the cup of tea that had mostly cooled down. She was so thirsty that she drank half the cup in one breath; the cicada outside the window gave one last long cry and then became silent again. She listened and smiled silently.

Sakura Mizugan has indeed lost a lot of weight, and the spinal muscles and scars on her back are clearly visible under the dim light. Even though he was naked, he still seemed to be unable to dissipate the heat. He approached the dining table and opened the window. After looking over, he turned back and asked, "What, are there any bugs now?"

Did you see the pesticide outside the window? Qiao Yuansi nodded, raised the cup and took a sip of tea.

The notebook had been spread out on the table, and she hadn't put it away yet. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net She didn't feel the need to put it away. The dense handwriting on the notebook caught Ying Shui'an's eyes, and he bent down and looked at it for a while.

Qiao Yuansi leaned on the armrest of the sofa, waiting for him to look up.

"Put the birdseed box on the edge of the window,"

While Sakura Mizugan still lowered her head and read the notebook without saying a word, she couldn't hold it in anymore and spoke hoarsely. That was what she had written down four months ago, and of course she remembered it. "Since you decided to leave in the first place, you shouldn't come back again... I finally got used to it."

Ying Shui'an finally raised her head slowly, as if she had been poisoned.

His skin was so fair that it was incomparable to human beings, so when two dots of bright red finally appeared in the corners of his eyes, it was like blood dripping into the heavy snow, slowly spreading at an imperceptible speed. Qiao Yuansi couldn't help her laughter at all. She had to cover her mouth, press her bulging cheeks, and cover the laughter back into her mouth.

"You...you have," Ying Shui'an looked at her, her voice trembling, and it was difficult to even utter words. In the bright red makeup-like color at the corners of his eyes, a little water gradually shimmered. "Completely transformed?"