Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Not far from the clothing store is the orange-red cross-river bridge, which is majestic and shocking, and it is obvious that development has entered a new era.

Shen Jin floated behind Xiaomei, and suddenly realized that so much time had passed.

In the canteen, the young girl with pigtails and a big red flower has grown into a strong and capable person.

There is a constant stream of cars coming and going on the bridge.

Xiaomei walked onto the sidewalk, leaned against the railing on the bridge, and gazed at the distant river.

She came from the depths of the mountains at the source of the river and now stood at its mouth.

Looking from afar, one can only see hazy mountains, and when one turns around, there is a larger and more dangerous sea.

The world was so vast, why was her future so uncertain? It was as if she had been programmed to fall into one awkward cycle after another. At the very moment of her greatest happiness and contentment, a devastating blow struck her, completely shattering everything she had?

After struggling out with great difficulty, he fell into a new dilemma.

"Let's end it here."

A voice came from her head, gentle and tender, like the call of God or the whisper of her mother.

Xiaomei had already sat on the steps, her feet dangling in the air, only her hands still holding the railing, connected to the solid ground.

"right……"

"That's it."

"Come, come, this is where you belong."

The noise of traffic and pedestrians gradually faded away, replaced by the surging waves, which seemed to roar in my ears. I was still on the bridge, but I had already fallen to the bottom of the river.

……

Xiaomei closed her eyes.

Then another voice sounded, extremely familiar, and she asked, "Are you willing?"

The familiar pencil appeared in her palm.

She didn't know why it appeared, but it was there.

The wooden charcoal pencils were identical to those displayed in the grocery store, though the markings on the one in my hand had worn off from years of rubbing. Only two interwoven red and black lines remained.

Xiaomei's attention was attracted by the pencil.

"Why is there a pen here?"

She heard the voice answer: "Because you want to live."

"Do I want to live?"

Xiaomei repeated it again, the light in her eyes kept shining, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged.

Suddenly, there were many more memories in her mind.

It wasn't just some kind of turning point that pushed her into darkness, but more ordinary days and nights.

In the middle of the night, when no one is around, the light of the desk lamp covers the narrow table. It's not a big place, but it can accommodate a pen, a book, and a person.

In the noisy daytime, there is still one person, one book, and one pen.

"Look, Xiaomei, these are the most ordinary memories that you have forgotten in the past."

"Pick up your pen."

She heard the voice say this, crossing the tide and pulling her out of the river.

Some force held her hand, but she didn't see it.

But it doesn't matter, she already has the pen in hand.

The voice continued.

"When you need God the most, He never comes. Therefore, there is no need to pay attention to God's whispers."

"When you miss your mother the most, she pushes you away. So, there is no need to miss your mother's embrace."

"As for the others, ah, they are just passing by."

……

Xiaomei was already standing on the ground. Everything before her was like a movie played at double speed. Mottled blocks of color formed a barrier, and countless sufferings tried to crush her.

But she kept holding the pen in her hand.

Stabbed resolutely into the air.

She touched the barrier.

So the pen body shines even brighter.

It grew and grew until it took the shape of a long sword, which Xiaomei held in her palm. Red and black stripes formed the blade, and the hilt was engraved with the word "Lingluo" in an intricate pattern.

"So, this is Ling Luojian..."

There was a faint sigh.