The Spirit World

Chapter 674: Black sheep over shadows
When I was young, I saw mountains as mountains and water as water.
When you are middle-aged, you will see that mountains are no longer mountains and water is no longer water.
When you get old, mountains are still mountains and water is still water.

【BJ】

【1811, Building B, Qiongyu Community】

He put on the mask and slowly put on a loose windbreaker. The messy room looked like it had not been tidied for several years. The dust had accumulated very thickly. From the TV from a few years ago to the refrigerator from a few years ago, it was estimated that they could not be used anymore. It has been a long time now. The floor-to-ceiling windows here have not been opened for several years. Even if this place is broke, the view of CBD from here is still a world of feasting and revelry.

The world here seems to have changed a lot for a long time, but over there in the world of feasting and revelry, it seems to have never changed. Where did the changes in people and things come from?

It seems that the world does not really follow the theorem that things change and people change. It’s just that some people’s world has changed, while some people’s world has never changed. The stereotype based on survivor bias is the most ironic thing about this world.

Hey……

He sighed and put the hat on his head. His long hair had reached his waist. His thin face was as soft as a girl. He was extremely gentle, and his eyebrows and eyes carried a masculine air.

Gentle and jade-like, a gentleman with a jade-like face, wearing a windbreaker with a close-necked collar, this neutral masculinity makes him look so beautiful.

He looked at the open photo album and a stack of newspapers on the coffee table. The girl in the album was smiling as usual, and the boy in the photo was also smiling.

They should have been so happy, they should have loved each other so much, and their life should have been so beautiful, with fragrant grass, blooming flowers, blue sky and white clouds, and singing wind.

However, on that small stack of newspapers, the word "Murder" was prominently marked in large red letters.

Her name was just below the word murder.

Every word was heart-wrenching. He pushed down the brim of his duckbill hat, turned around and walked out the door.

After opening the door, he closed it gently and put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker. He was very tall and now looked like he was taking a leisurely walk with his body bent.

"F*ck you, I'll beat you to death, you stinky bitch! Just go find your shorty lover! You! I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!"

The noise from the next room reached his ears like a murderous sound. He glanced at the room number 1812.

This is a man's voice.

“Wuwuwu, ah—ah—stop hitting me—stop hitting me—”

This is a woman's voice.

Is there really such a thing as wedding vows in this world?
"Beat you to death, you stinky bitch! Beat you to death, you stinky bitch! You married me! Just for my money! For my money! Beat you to death! Beat you to death!"

The sound of the man using the belt was like swinging a murderous blade, killing with each blow, making the pain make people's muscles tremble.

He looked at the door of Room 1812, and it suddenly slammed with a bang, forcing him to stop.

"Stop hitting mom... Dad——"

A little child's voice was crying, and he seemed to kneel on the floor with a terrible thud.

He never opened the door. He took out the mobile phone which he didn't know how to use yet, dialed 110 skillfully, stated the reason concisely, and reported the address.

His voice was also very soft, as soft as the Silence of the Lambs.

Even if you get married, you can still get divorced.

If you don't love each other, why bother suffering together?
In this world, some people love passionately, some people love plainly, and some people love with hatred and murder.

Some people understand the meaning of love, but some people don’t know how to cherish it.

Some people don't even have the qualifications to be loved.

He came to the elevator and slowly pressed the downstairs button.

The door opened, I walked in, and the person inside came out. He was stopped by the horrible shouting and curses, and walked over in confusion.

He entered the elevator and slowly pressed the button for the first floor.

No one wants to come in, no one wants to go out.

He was the only one there, so he slowly went downstairs.

The street lights were so dim, as if they had never changed. Only he had changed. He had learned to accept the hustle and bustle of the night and the quietness of loneliness.

His long hair was blown by the wind, and even his hat seemed unable to suppress the disturbance caused by the wind.

"Hey, are you there? Come out for dinner!"

The sound of passers-by making phone calls reached my ears and it was so noisy.

He walked through several blocks. The street lights and the black shadows contrasted so harmoniously. Half of his face was submerged in the darkness, and the bright half was so pure and flawless.

He came to a hotel, walked out from a pile of black cars, and walked through the alley. The golden lights and white crystal chandeliers looked just like the dim street lights under the exhaust gas on the street. They were so similar.

Arriving at the door of a specific private room, he glanced at the number: [206], took out his cell phone, and the first message on it read:

[Ning Feng, I'm the class monitor Xu Wenwen. Will you come to the class reunion? You never come every year! I'm going abroad this year, and this may be my last time to organize a class reunion! This time! You must come! Otherwise, I'll really be angry. At 206 o'clock on Sunday night, in the private room of the Jinxianhua Hotel. Let's reminisce about the past.]

Who is she... There is no need to know who Xu Wenwen is, she gave herself her name and identity.

It was noisy inside the door, but so quiet outside. He looked around and found everything so clean and tidy.

"You are……"

A woman came up to him with a bag. Anyone who came to the door of this box should be someone she knew, but he did not understand or feel calm.

"Ning Feng?! Oh my god! You are Ning Feng, right?!"

The woman was wearing heavy makeup and was in her thirties. She wanted to look at his face suddenly. She was wearing a black skirt that showed most of her long legs. She was wearing black high heels and a shoulder bag. He didn't understand brand names and didn't know who she was.

But he had to nod.

"Oh my God! Ning Feng is here! Come and see, come and see! Ning Feng is here!" The woman was like she had seen a magical species, and called out to the other woman behind her to look over.

The other woman was wearing a white dress and heavy makeup. Everyone was preparing for the last class reunion hosted by the class monitor.

Maybe besides himself, he only wore a windbreaker from a few years ago... Who bought this windbreaker for her... He might have forgotten it and didn't want to think about it anymore.

"Oh my God! It's really Ning Feng! Our classmates have been reunited for so long! Finally, your young master shows up!" The woman in white clothes slowly looked at his attire.

He was so calm and composed, yet he didn't have that solemn or approachable aura.

His hair was long reaching his waist. He had sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes. He was thin, but he was not ugly at all. He even stunned the two women.

They are already thirty years old, and he should probably be thirty too...

But he doesn't look like he's thirty years old, but more like a teenager in his twenties. They can't avoid being polished by society, but he seems to have never stepped into this society.

But they don't realize it, it's like seeing a handsome man of the same age as themselves, casting envious glances at him that they can't avoid.

"Come on in, what are you standing here for? We are all classmates! There's no need to be polite!"

The woman in black put her hand on his arm and pushed him into the noisy box. The woman in white looked at her and smiled with two dimples on her face: "Ning Feng, after all these years, do you still recognize us? It can't be that we haven't had any contact for so many years and have forgotten everything, right?"

"Oh, it's normal that you don't recognize him. Ning Feng is a young master, I'm afraid he's very busy with business~"

He slowly entered the box amidst the shoving and jostling. He had no way of refusing because he had come and had to go in.

The aroma of wine and food filled the box, but it was very bright inside. The dishes were served on two rotating glass tables. The dishes were almost served, just like most people had arrived. Everyone was talking loudly, looking at each other's clothes, jewelry, and brand logos. Naturally, they were talking about these things.

Everyone was a classmate, but once they left school, they were no longer classmates. They talked passionately, telling each other about their embarrassing moments on campus. Every time they met, they seemed to bring it up, and they never got tired of it.

When they saw new people coming, they turned their eyes to him, and he looked at everyone calmly.

"Ning Feng!" A man immediately stood up from his seat.

The man was tall, dressed neatly, and looked very different from a young man. He wore a pair of rimless glasses and looked very gentle.

He tried to think of the man's name, but couldn't remember it.

"How is it? The squad leader is here, and Ning Feng, who has not been seen for a hundred years, is also here. This is really an honor, hey." A sitting man put down his wine glass, put his head back, leaned towards the woman next to him, and looked at him with disdain.

He calmly looked at the man who had stood up. The two women beside him also sat down in their original seats. He didn't know who Xu Wenwen was, nor did he know where he should sit. The two tables, more than 30 seats, were almost full, but he couldn't tell who was who...

Who will be who.

"Ning Feng, sit here!"

"Yes! Sit here!"

The two women he had just met held up a seat, but he was pulled by the man who stood up and came to his side.

"Ning Feng, sit here. Come, come." The man sat down slowly, leaving another seat empty.

A huge bowl of fish was placed in front of him.

He sat down and took off his hat. His long black hair was blown by the hot air. Everything about him seemed so out of place.

"Ning Feng, where have you been all these years..." The man seemed to be really kind to her. He placed a cup of tea in front of her, and also took the bowl and chopsticks.

He couldn't understand what the others were saying, he could only hear this man's voice, he seemed as silent as always instead of passionate, as if he had been awakened from a dream, it seemed like he was just dreaming.

"I..." He said one word, his voice clear, so clear indeed.

At this time, the door opened again, and a woman in a black dress and a ponytail came in with an imposing manner. She was reminded of Ning Feng's arrival by others, and looked at him with her bright eyes. He seemed to know who she was.

When the woman saw her, she ran over happily with a smile as beautiful as a flower.

"Squad leader, Ning Feng is here..."

"I'm glad you're here!" Xu Wenwen slowly sat down next to Chang Yufeng. It turned out that this seat was reserved for him.

"Ning Feng, you're finally here. If I hadn't begged you, you probably wouldn't have come." Xu Wenwen said with some emotion as she slowly put the dishes in place: "In that case, we probably won't see each other again in this life."

She was wearing a black dress. Today was her special show and she was the star of the show. She was very good at putting on makeup. Her makeup was not too heavy to be scary nor too light to be noticed by anyone. Her eyebrows were very pretty and just a slight raise could outline her whole beautiful face.

He didn't know how to answer, but he didn't feel strange. Everything about him was so calm, like smoke, without any pain or itch.

He didn't know why he came. Maybe it was because the only information in this text message gave him a glimmer of vitality and hope for everything in life.

"I'm going abroad. Most likely, I won't come back. The child's father needs to settle there."

She is married.

A woman in her thirties should indeed get married.

"Thank goodness you gave me face. You can come here. Have a meal with me and see me for the last time." Xu Wenwen put her hand on the bowl, touched it gently, and wiped it clean with a towel.

In fact, everyone wanted to talk to him, and even wanted to learn more about his world, but everything about him... was in silent resistance...

Because he didn't seem to understand that he was not familiar with everyone. Even Xu Wenwen had only appeared quietly, and now it seemed like she was saying goodbye.

Everyone is just his classmate. Many years ago, when they were classmates, they didn’t get along well. Now, if they can get along well, it must be because of money.

From beginning to end, he couldn't get along with anyone.

Xu Wenwen also said a lot, hosting the dinner, eating, chatting with him...

In fact, he didn’t understand... why Xu Wenwen wanted to see her again, and why the boy next to him wanted to talk to him about Ruirui.

He doesn't seem to understand who Ruirui is...

Or maybe Ruirui is still there, and he still remembers it, but for a moment he is just like Xu Wenwen, just a name and no longer a real person.

He watched Xu Wenwen's red lips moving. He watched the man crying and calling Ruirui's name.

Xu Wenwen told the man that Ruirui's parents seemed to have been hit by a car, and both of them were lying in the hospital, in a vegetative state.

They are all very sad, and he needs to be sad too...

Watching the man leave early with indifference.

There was an empty seat next to him, but he didn't say anything as if nothing had happened, as if everyone tacitly agreed that he would be a taciturn person.

Even when Xu Wenwen called him over, he only spoke a few words quietly.

Ok,
Yes,
Correct.

right.

Maybe he has to remember everything... He came here to give face to Xu Wenwen, the squad leader.

Everyone was talking and laughing, sitting together in groups...

Just like back then...

Everyone gathered together and was divided into several small groups. Who would sit in front of whom, who would be the deskmate with whom, and the combination of names on the blackboard was like a kind of deep secret love style.

Those who stayed after school to eat together, those who went for a walk on campus together, those who gathered together to read comics and play games...

A novel can spread throughout the entire place, even to other classes. The last time I went to the toilet, I could actually gather in a group.

He didn't quite recognize each of them. They smiled at him, peacefully, with their eyes wide open, and in a calm and moving way.

He won't laugh along.

This is in line with everyone's expectations of him.

They all knew why he became like this, because a girl from the next class became a pain in everyone's heart.

This kind of pain makes everyone keep silent.

What does that girl look like now?

do you know?

She died at the age of seventeen.

Died with him...

This is his life...

Right……

"Do you know what makes me saddest?"

He spoke quietly in a low voice to Xu Wenwen who was drinking.

"What?" Xu Wenwen took a sip of wine, her face turned red, and she called her husband and asked him to pick her up.

Everyone dispersed, just like all the separations in the world, happening too quickly.

He also didn't know why he couldn't understand what everyone was saying...

"The saddest thing for me is that when I had no idea what you were talking about, no one in my world came to save me..."

"You still can't forget her...right?"

Xu Wenwen drank so fast that her Adam's apple was burning.

"It's not that I can't forget her...but she won't let me forget her...If I forget her...it means that I will definitely leave this world."

He looked at the wine in the glass.

He ate nothing, did nothing, and drank nothing the whole night.

This seems to fit his personality...

It met everyone's expectations of him.

"I don't miss her that much... For so many years... I have been in a daze... There is no way to forget her, not because I can't forget her. But because she is worth remembering..."

"It's that simple."

"Death is not the end of a person...Death is not the end of a life...Forgetting is..."

"No one remembers her anymore... No one will read the old newspapers anymore. Maybe even the murderer won't understand..."

"What a despair that girl went through..."

"Perhaps even the murderer will forget what the person he hurt looked like..."

"Is she very fond of laughing...Is she very pretty, is she very cute..."

"Everything about her... is slowly disappearing..."

"Everything about her... is being forgotten..."

"I can't forget her...even if I can no longer love her...I can't touch her...but when I forget her..."

"She really doesn't exist anymore..."

"I can tell her I love her without hesitation."

"I can't forget her..."

"Because even I have forgotten her..."

She really no longer exists...

I always remind myself that she is not just a dream of mine.

She is a real person...

I love her.

Because she existed, I love her.

She is not a fictional character.

So I love her, without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)