Greedy.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day passed, and he appeared on the river bank every day, and you accepted this fact.

Accompanied, then forgotten.

Anyway, you remember.

You know that his name is Qiao Qing, you know that he likes sea blue, the sound of rain, and Hesse, you know that he can't feel anything strange about being around no one, you know that he has a coherent past, and he will still have a coherent future.

You also know that his amber eyes are very clear and charming in the sun.

You don't want to think about it most of the time, but sometimes you wonder.You and this corner seem to be a corner left behind by the world. They just keep coming back all day long, and there is no one else. Why is there suddenly more him?

He is like an accessory of this day, what you meet every day is only the him of "this day", and tomorrow's him will enter the normal tomorrow, only you are still reset and return to this day.

When he returns to the normal world, will he still remember this strange past?Will I still remember you?

You don't know, just like you never ask him if he knows you a little bit.

You occasionally look at the sky together without saying a word, and occasionally lie on the grass and sleep through the day, but most of the time, you like to chat with him slowly.

The topic jumps, there is no beginning, no end, no logic, what comes to mind and what to talk about, in all likelihood, you will ask him to answer.

Although you sometimes want to talk about yourself, but after thinking about it, you find that there is nothing to say.

Nothing more than the word "forget".Either I forgot what happened in the colorful past, or I forgot the bright mood when it happened.

There are too many repeated days... These days are like a file, which grinds away a layer of flesh and blood from you, and even your soul is stained with a hideous gray, and you can never go back to the past.

When you just found out that the days kept repeating and you were the only one left in the world, you panicked.

Into every building, into every room, shouting hoarsely, crying helplessly.

Then gradually entered a period of calm days.

You seem to have finally accepted this unreasonable reality and accepted that you are the only one in the world.

Accepted to be abandoned by time, buried by time.

You read books, play games, exercise, and sleep.

But soon got tired of it all.

You drive aimlessly by yourself, speeding on deserted highways, driving all day without sleep.

You want to know how far you can go.

You knew already.And you find that no matter how much you think and work hard, there is no more time for you to go further.The only place you can trek is that, always that.

You start looking for thrills.Drag racing, bungee jumping, skydiving, etc., what kind of excitement to play.

But when the stimulation floods, it becomes numb.

You end up hooked on surfing the web, looking at tweets, forums, craving frantically for every single word that other people missed, as if someone was communicating with you.

But, but, never responded.

Then one day, it started.

You stand on top of tall buildings overlooking the dead city.You don't know why, you just want to jump.

You don't want to die, at least you think you don't want to, you just want to try that feeling.Although you have jumped off the pole and know the feeling of falling at extreme speed, but, you think, you haven't fallen into a puddle of mud yet.

You are quite curious.

So you step out.

Weightlessness, wind noise, falling, pain.

The next day, you wake up and your first thought is that this is what it feels like to fall to your death.

The second thought is that the days of the dog days are not over yet.

The third thought is, today, let’s dive into the deep sea and see the color of the seabed.

There is no need to come up again.

You only feel alive when you are dying.

How ironic.

"I'm actually here because I remembered a fairy tale I've heard before." You plucked up the grass and brushed the dirt from the roots bit by bit against the light, "What fierce and ferocious dog is facing the shadow?" Barked wildly, and finally got into the water by the shadow's impassiveness, wanting to fight it."

There's no point in dusting the grass, but you did it meticulously.

Turning your gaze away from the grass, you stared intently at Qiao Qing's eyes, curled the corner of your mouth, and said softly, "...and finally drowned."

"So?" Qiao Qing calmly listened, and asked back: "You also want to fight with the shadow, and reminisce about your childhood?"

"That's not enough," you said, "I just want to see the river, especially what the distorted shadows on it should look like."

Qiao Qing raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, "Haven't you seen it?"

"Suddenly forgot." You replied.

Qiao Qing looked you up and down, and then commented: "Normal people can't do this, it's quite normal for you to do it."

You laughed, loosened your hand, and all the grass fell on your vibrating chest.

After laughing, you said: "How rare it is to have a whim, it's a pity not to practice it."

After all, you have plenty of time.

You're not afraid of trouble, as long as you can retain some fresh feeling.Curiosity, miss, nostalgia, pleasure, fear, depression, disappointment, pain.

You like them.

Although they are all consumables.

You suddenly want to talk to him about some things, if you don't talk about it, you may forget it.Surprises are also very precious things that you want to remember for a long time.

Although he doesn't understand, he can't remember.

"When I first met you," you said, "I thought of a word."

Joe lightly against the light, looking at you.

"—God said, let there be light."

So there was light.

"So," Qiao closed his eyes lightly, and asked softly, "Am I a god, or a light?"

You didn't answer, and Qiao Qing didn't speak again.

It was a quiet and serene silence.

A little soft.

Looking up at the misty sunlight, you were touched by something, and suddenly blurted out: "Want to eat? I will."

The two of you looked at each other, and then you slowly added: "Although I'm not very good at it."

"Another whim?" Qiao Qing said with a nonchalant smile, "Didn't you recall the story of the Hongmen Banquet?"

You stare at him persistently.

Qiao lightly covered his face with his hands, and a muffled voice came from below, "Although they say not to eat anything given by strangers...but, let's do it."

You left that green meadow.

In fact, you are not at all sure whether he will agree or not.It's abrupt and embarrassing to ask a stranger casually, you've never thought of it before.

But the atmosphere was so good at that moment, you felt that since you thought of it, just say it.

This is the first time you have walked away from the river.

You feel a little anxious about crossing the forbidden area.

Compared with not knowing whether he is willing or not, I am more afraid of whether he can leave with you.

His appearance was like a big dream, coming suddenly, and I don't know if he will leave suddenly.

Since I don't know what is taboo, and I don't know which direction is wrong, it is probably the best way to stay where I am.

You have followed this code for a long time, until today you are driven by the urge of daylight.

You want to try it, and he says yes.

then go.