i haven't woken up yet

Looking out from the transparent glass wall, the afternoon sun is warm and lingering, making one forget how cold and biting the air around it is.

There were actually very few people in the coffee shop. I looked around, and besides me, I could only see the waiter and a couple of individual customers.I drank the last sip of coffee, raised the volume slightly and called out: "The waiter pays the bill."

"Ah ok, wait a minute!"

The waiter boy was sitting on the coffee seat less than two meters away from me reading a book. Hearing this, he hurriedly got up, threw the book on the table and ran over. I thought it was interesting, so I talked to him after paying the bill. : "It seems that working in the store is quite easy, were you reading just now?"

"Yes, yes." The waiter said.

He looked young, his skin was red with flesh and blood, and he was healthy and vigorous.His movements and eyes also carry the peculiar greenness and sharpness between teenagers and young people. These two very different temperaments are intertwined, but they are strangely attractive.He seemed a little embarrassed, and still smiled gently after hearing what I said, but the tips of his ears were quietly stained with crimson.

I couldn't help but continue to ask, "What are you looking at?"

The waiter replied honestly and seriously: "Borges' "Ruins of the Ring."

Ring ruins?

I'm a little surprised.Borges is actually a very famous writer, but generally speaking, the audience of his works is not so wide. It is rare to meet a book friend of Borges here.

As for why he is a book friend, one is to look at the look in the waiter's eyes when he speaks, and the other is that he puts the author at the forefront when he speaks the title of the book.

"I also like this one very much! I have read a lot of novels by Borges, and this one was read a long time ago."

I smiled sincerely at him, hesitated, and said, "Would you mind lending me this book? I haven't read it for a long time, and I want to revisit it a little bit."

After I finished speaking, there was a brief blank in my mind.The sharp noise like the tide was roaring in my ears, and the fragments of some pictures rushed into my mind, but before I could distinguish them carefully, they dissipated with the wind like fragile and fine bubbles.

Slight dizziness.

The person on the opposite side didn't notice my strangeness, so he stared happily and said, "You like Borges too? You have eyes! It's okay to lend it to you. When you come to the coffee shop in the future, you can return it to me by the way." alright."

With that said, he left the cashier and walked towards the coffee table where the book was placed.It wasn't until he picked up the book and came over and handed it to my palm that I suddenly realized and gave him a absent-minded smile.

"Thank you." I said.

"It's okay, little meaning." He smiled again, showing one canine tooth.

I secretly thought that something was wrong with me recently, maybe I was too tired, so after saying goodbye to the waiter brother, I stepped up and rushed home as soon as I left the store, planning to rest early.When I got home, I took a shower, then went straight to the bedroom and lay on my back on the bed.

Before lying comfortably on the bed, I took the "Circular Ruin", and now I lazily stood up slightly, leaned against the bedside and flipped through the book.The book is not very new, and has an old and elegant ink fragrance.I turned the first page and saw a name and a paragraph.

The characters appear to be written with a fine pen, and the font is a bit like thin gold.The handwriting is like a person, and the waiter boy wrote the handwriting with full strength and elegance, which made me appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.After admiring the font, I went to read the content, and saw that the waiter's name was Ning Huan. As for that passage, I was a little confused.

"Each awakening...is a new slumber."

I muttered the content softly, dazed for a moment.Thinking about it carefully, what this said is very appropriate to the theme of "Circular Ruin", but I secretly feel that this sentence is not just talking about this book, but also... still alluding to something.

What are you still insinuating?

Each awakening is a new deep sleep.

wake up.

slumber.

slumber.

wake up.

For a moment, I almost forgot who I was.My consciousness is intertwined with some long and complicated things, biting and gnawing at each other, fighting each other with flesh and blood, and then I was sealed into the cold bottom of the water like a drowning person, swimming with the ripples formed by light and shadow Move, try to raise your head from the deepest level to see something clearly.

However, transparent is the most invisible color.

Can't remember, can't remember.

It was as if something had been left behind by me.

With a soft bang, the book fell to the ground.

After some time, I finally regained my consciousness.I took a big breath, woke up from the suffocation, and picked up the book with trembling hands.Instead of turning to the first page, I turned directly to the content and started reading.

I almost crazily forced myself to put all my senses into the world of the book, as if I could escape the pain and loss in this way.

After reading for a long time, I finally felt a little drowsy, so I put the book aside, closed my eyes and let myself fall into a deep sleep.

The moment before the consciousness completely sank, the tide in my ears started to boil again, and I vaguely heard someone shouting: "A Huan..."

<<

"Why are you here again?"

After opening the door, Ning Qing gave me a disgusted look, turned around decisively and went straight to the sofa.

"...You can't find a girlfriend because of your bad personality, and you said 'again', I can't come, right?"

I rolled my eyes helplessly, bent over and changed my shoes and asked, "Hey, do you have a drink?"

"No--"

Ning Qing watched the TV without looking back, and answered in a tone that could kill people.

I have long been used to his dead appearance, so I shrugged my shoulders and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator.Ning Qing's cooking skills are very good, and he often cooks at home, so his refrigerator is always full, and every time he opens it, there is a warm home atmosphere, which is in stark contrast to my refrigerator.

I dug out a bottle of Coke familiarly, opened the cap and took a few sips, letting out a long sigh of relief.

The cool liquid glides down my throat and esophagus, comforting and refreshing.I leaned on the counter next to the refrigerator and stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze.The autumn scenery is already bleak, a tall but lifeless tree stands outside, with countless old branches trembling in the wind, and from time to time, two brown and yellow leaves are rolled off, I stare at them whirling It fell silently, and then flew away lightly.

Looking into the distance, the clouds are bleak and the sky is low.It is not a view that brings a good mood.

I was in a daze for a long time before I raised my hand and drank the Coke in one go.

After finishing the coke, I left the kitchen and headed for the sofa.Ning Qing's apartment has a clear layout. When entering through the gate, the first thing you will see is the living room. The sofa seat is on the left, the kitchen is on the right, and the bedroom and bathroom are located directly in front.I was about to cross the living room when I heard a soft sound coming from the sofa seat, small and small, as if someone was chewing and eating.

For some reason, I feel a little numb. It seems that similar scenes have been repeated more than once in unknown places, and the audience is already drowsy.I can feel the fear of the unknown starting to eat away at my body, because my fingers are trembling slightly, but my heart is so peaceful that I even have the time to think coldly: what will I see?

Seems like nothing has anything to do with me.

Something has been pulled away.

I watched myself step forward until I reached the sofa seat.I saw scarlet blood all over the place, and Ning Qing was lying on the side, something invisible had cut open his flesh, tore his soft abdomen, and was now burying his head in his abdominal cavity to eat.

His skin color began to turn pale and full of lifelessness, almost every part of his body was covered by his own blood.The chewing sound kept coming, and he was looking at me with his head tilted, his eyes widened, and the pupils were dark and dull.

He seemed to be dead, but I heard him calling me silently: "A Huan..."

The voice was ethereal, like an unrealistic dream.

I stood stiffly and didn't respond.

He said, "Wake up to a new sleep."

He was still staring straight at me, and I saw the corners of his lips curl up.