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Wilderness

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    The night is not over, the dawn is not yet.  Light is like a baby, conceived, grown, and expanded in the boundless womb of darkness, and will eventually suck up the darkness.

    ——"Darkness breeds light, but light betrays darkness."

    The mist during the dark conception is like the transition between the ancient chaotic age and the new age.  One person wakes up at this moment, looks around, and sees continuous pale pink indistinctly intertwined with black and white in the grayness, spreading and spreading, blocked by the deep navy blue in the distance.  The navy blue is covered with pure white, and that white stands firmly in the changing situation, no matter how time goes by or subverted day and night, it still has not been exaggerated.  As the white goes up, the dark tone changes, the light blue diffuses away, and a little bit of white in the east flashes silently.

    This is a world made of colors.

    The man slept here for some reason, using the sky as his quilt and the earth as his bed, like a creature sleeping in the chaos, who was summoned to wake up and witness the alternation of darkness and light.

    The darkness recedes, and the light dominates all things.  Since then, the man has never been able to find a resting place.

    Then the man forgot himself, forgot the darkness.  Walking in the light, searching hard, but still can't see a living being, can't smell a breath.  At last the man was convinced that he was in chaos, in darkness.

    The man stood for a long time, waiting for the darkness to breed light.

    Cafe

    ? Passing through Nantangzi Hutong is Nanheng East Street, which runs from east to west and separates north from south.  This interval seems to cut off time. The north is the high-rise buildings of the new era, and the south is the dilapidated low tile-roofed houses.  Walking on the streets of Beijing, this kind of scene can often be seen. The scenery of different eras coexist in the same era. The conflicts that can be seen everywhere make it difficult to judge whether the old buildings are deeply loved or forgotten. They have witnessed a  The decline and fall of the ancient empire witnessed the rise of the new China, and then became an antique—it could be Don Quixote, but it decayed and rotted in the fence, and was replaced by a tibia. In the end, the soul is not what it used to be.

    Passing through the intersection of Nantangzi Hutong and Nanheng East Street, there is a high-rise building in front of it, and a row of shops downstairs. There are occasional pedestrians walking on the side of the road, and few pedestrians enter and exit the shop.  There is a shop on the north side of the building, with two simple English words on the black signboard, the outer door is open, and the inner door is only open to the left.  Looking in from the outside, the inside is dark, which is in stark contrast to the openness outside the door. At first glance, it gives people the illusion that the store is open but closed.  Fortunately, after stepping into the store, there is something different inside the store.  The world is like this, the vain appearance hides the boring, and the silence hides thousands of rivers and mountains.

    The lights in the store are slightly dim, and the space is much more spacious than imagined. There are more than a dozen quaint tables and chairs neatly arranged. There are only four or five customers in the whole store, who are either reading books and playing computers quietly, or whispering to each other.  The tone of the music is very low, slowly sprinkled from the roof, lazy and comfortable.  Occasionally, there will be a strong sound of machine operation or deep frying from the bar, which is the staff of the coffee shop making coffee and food. The occasional strong sound adds to the fun of the store.

    "I'd like a cappuccino." The person speaking was a girl with a medium build and an unattractive appearance. She could be submerged in the crowd in the blink of an eye.  With a touch of melancholy, only after a long time of edification can it penetrate so deep into the bone marrow.

    "Do you want to add ice?" The waiter in the black overalls at the bar asked lightly, without any emotion.

    "want."

    The girl's name is Yuzu, and it is said that one day her father muttered, "What name should we name our child?"

    At that time, my mother was busy with other things, remembering that the grapefruit in my hometown had reached its ripening season, she was greedy for a moment, swallowed her saliva, and said: "Husband, grapefruit"

    The father agreed immediately, "Okay, I'll just listen to my wife and call it 'Yuzi'."

    Since then, Yuzu has been called Yuzu, and her life has been as random as a random name.

    One day, Yuzi suddenly felt that he needed to see how people in other places lived before dying of old age, so he left his hometown and came to the north.

    Then, she found that she couldn't understand people in the north, and couldn't understand life.  No matter where she walks, she always feels deserted, and she walks alone in the desert without seeing any human habitation.

    She tossed and turned at night, and always had a dream when she fell asleep. When she woke up, she only remembered the ending—that person stood there for a long time, waiting for the darkness to give birth to light.

    One day, when I came back from the Xuaner Library, I turned left and right, and after a random walk, I found this coffee shop.  If a person is on a desert island, there is no difference between left and right.

    Since then, she has found a short resting place in the barrenness.

    source of law?, I saw the white cat again at an empty door.  It is not cared for by the owner like other cats, and is carefully taken care of every day. Instead, it takes the temple as its home, catches some small sparrows in the temple, and eats dry food from caring people for a living. Its white fur looks dirty  Hey, he walks slowly, but he doesn't look depressed, but exudes a strong self-will. Walking under the control of that kind of will reveals freedom, does not exist for anyone, only for his own will  And the freedom to exist.

    Yuzu tried to "take aim" and greeted it.

    Hearing people's greetings, it turned its head slowly, raised its face slightly, raised its eyes and glanced at her, then turned around for a moment, and continued on its way.  Yuzu was stunned in place.  The moment their eyes met, she suddenly understood why Zarathustra only lived in the mountains with his eagle and snake, and why he regarded them as symbols of wisdom.  Surrounded by rough concrete floors, discarded tables and chairs piled up in the corners, and the cat’s fur is dry and messy. In such a dim and lifeless environment, when Yuzu was unprepared, in this deserted morning,  There is a pair of eyes, one yellow and one blue, like the icy light piercing through the dark abyss, passing through Yuzu's lifeless eyes, and shooting into the depths of her soul flickering like candles.

    ——The man stood there for a long time, and in the darkness, a flash of lightning appeared in the sky.

    At the end of the lightning, there was a soul sitting quietly in the darkness, one blue and one yellow pupil emitting a cold light.  Since then, there have been creatures in the world of pomelo, and they no longer walk alone in the chaos.

    end

    ——A: "Now you plan to return to your desert?"

    ——B: "I have to go into the desert to get back to normal."

    Yuzu gradually learned to commute normally, learn to get along with others, learn to talk and laugh calmly, and no longer suffer from insomnia.

    It's just that when a person can see the world and start to participate in the life of the world, he can't see himself.

    Yuzu hasn't seen that white cat for a long time.

    ——She has abandoned it in the wilderness.

    Rather, the cat took her place.  In this world, one person is destined to stay in the wilderness, and those left behind will be forgotten.

    The moment their eyes met, the handover was successful.

    Sooner or later, everyone will go through this process. Some people go out and forget where they came from. From then on, the foreign land is their hometown; while some people will eventually go back and return to life no matter how far they go.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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