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Just a nightmare.

Yin Shanyue folded his arms, leaning against the cement pole behind his back, and calmly made a conclusion on the image in front of him.

There was the sound of howling wind in my ears, and the sky began to rain heavily. What should have been just a dark sky was completely reduced to a shadow in the darkness. The sound of waves beating against the rocks was amplified countless times, like a howling of despair. Constantly reverberating in the air.

The open space in front of him is like a stage, over and over again, in Yin Shan's increasingly absurd dreams, the same absurd but real memories are repeated.

……

The assailant was just wandering aimlessly on the street, raising the corner of the hood from time to time to peek around, which was very inconvenient, but he had to cover his face with the hood on his head to prevent being recognized by passers-by and leave evidence .

——The first thing he noticed was Yin Shanyue who bent down to pick persimmons.

He saw the hateful face of one of the targets clearly at a glance, new hatred and old hatred surged into his heart in an instant, he clenched tightly the knife his father gave him as a birthday present, dazzled by revenge, seeing He was about to rush to Yin Shanyue's back, and while the young man wasn't paying attention, he stabbed the blade hard at his back.

But suddenly!Zhu Guining rushed up like crazy, very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, he was about to pass the assailant, and stood aside with Yin Shanyue.

The perpetrator was shocked, as if he was stimulated by the sudden change, he pretended it was just an unintentional collision between two pedestrians who were in a hurry, and held Zhu Guining's shoulder with one hand, facing Yin Yin The blade that was flying over the mountain suddenly turned, and in an instant, all of them sank into the back of the young man who rushed forward.

The touch of holding the metal piercing into the warm flesh and blood is like an electric shock, which violently pulls the assailant out of the state of anger and mental confusion. In an instant, panic is like a blood-stained thorn, layer upon layer. The heart was surrounded layer by layer, and the acupuncture-like pain awakened Chaos' mind... Soon, the perpetrator reacted, his face was disastrous, his lips were blue, and his fingertips were shaking uncontrollably.

The great sense of fear brought about by the crime made him force himself to calm down. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, the perpetrator pulled the hood on his head again within three seconds before anyone could react. escape.

Suddenly, the roaring sea wind became more and more fierce, and the rain fell in big drops, hitting Yin Shanyue's face and body like rough stones, piercing his skin, causing his blood to flow from his skin The bottom overflowed, leaving a deep red.

Yin Shanyue still maintained the movement of leaning his back against the electric pole, enduring the pain spreading from his heart, and remained motionless.

A beam of chasing light was projected from the dark sky, and it hit the man in the black hoodie blankly, making the face under the hood pale.

The corners of the man's eyes and brows were full of regret and cowardice, his cheeks were sunken, his eyelids were blue and black, and he was staggering when he fled, but although he was in a state of distress, there was no trace of a leg injury.

The veins on Yin Shanyue's forehead popped up. The moment he saw the man's face, his anger surged like a roaring giant wave. Even his exposed wheat-colored skin became red, and his eyeballs were bloodshot. Scary, like a ghost.

"!!!"

Yin Shan sat up violently, like a drowning person who was suddenly exposed to fresh air, gulping down the cold oxygen, the oppressive feeling accumulated in his chest like a boulder lingered for a long time, boundless depression and regret in silence It spread in the empty room again, leaving nothing but coldness on the ground.

Four years have passed since the day Zhu Guining was stabbed. Over the past four years, Yin Shanyue repeated the same hopeless and powerless dream in countless midnight dreams. He was imprisoned in a corner of the dream space, unable to Speech, unable to move, the only thing I can do is to watch the tragedy repeated, torturing my heart until it is scarred and dripping with blood.

...To everyone's surprise, it was not Feng Shun who stabbed Zhu Guining with a knife that day, but his younger brother, Feng Li.

On the night when Zhu Guining was admitted to the hospital for emergency treatment, the two brothers were directly arrested and taken to the police station under Zhu Suying's operation.

After a night of interrogation, the truth soon came to light—Feng Li had known about Feng Shun's revenge plan for a long time. Seeing his brother's pain and entanglement, and thinking of his broken family, he decided to replace Feng Shun with himself. A pocket knife, put on a hoodie, and walked out of the house.

Originally, he wanted to trick someone into opening the door and kill him at Zhu Guining's house, but he didn't expect Feng Li to find two people so easily beside the dirt road of the embankment... Everything after that was just like in a dream. Interlocking, it happened unstoppably.

Four years later, Yin Shanyue's anger and resentment towards the Feng family brothers turned more into regret for his inability to prevent the tragedy from happening, and even became a nightmare, a way of self-punishment.

Yin Shanyue sat up from the bed, half-naked, went to the kitchen barefoot, and poured a glass of cold water.

Looking at the latest pure black smart phone in hand, the man's dark pupils were filled with boundless darkness, thoughtful.

***

In mid-July, midsummer, the sun scorched the ground, and the exposure made the noisy cicadas faint.

The young man held a brown briefcase made of calfskin in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and pushed open the glass door of the Taekwondo gym in front of him.

As soon as the door was opened, the air-conditioning inside the Taekwondo Hall rushed in. Compared with the full heat outside, it was simply two completely different worlds.

The first floor of the museum is designed in a "concave" shape, with taekwondo classrooms on both sides, and the coaches inside are teaching the students to stretch and kick their legs and do preparatory activities before training.

In the middle there is a high platform painted pure white, with three bright red artistic words - "reception desk" pasted on it.

The person in charge of reception at the front desk was a girl with a capable temperament and a high ponytail. She was wearing a taekwondo uniform and a black belt around her waist, which was very intimidating.

This taekwondo hall is open to students of all ages. The partitions inside are all transparent glass. The teaching process is very open and the area is very large. There are nearly ten classrooms on the first floor alone. Occasionally, there will be students during training. Shouts came from the compartment and drifted toward the hall.

The girl sitting on the high chair at the front desk was obviously not willing to do the work of arguing with customers or potential customers. She was gearing up and looking at the classrooms behind the glass on both sides, eager to see through.

A string of copper wind chimes in the shape of piglets is hung on the gate of the gymnasium. As long as someone opens the door, the wind chimes will make a crisp and pleasant sound.

Lang Shenli put away the impatience on her face, wiped her flaming red lips, changed into a professional smirk, raised her head, and dragged her voice towards the door: "Welcome—come, come, lin... in... 噫???!"

It happened that Lu Qing came out of the classroom next door after class, and was wiping the sweat off his face with a towel, laughing at her: "Auntie, auntie, what auntie? You are so sweet now, I have never seen Nian take more from your auntie." How many red envelopes?"

He took out a bottle of mineral water from the side of his belt, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. With water in his mouth, Lu Qing turned his head along Lang Shenli's fingertips, and cast his eyes on the doorway. In an instant, a mouthful of water spewed out: "Hey??!!!"

Standing at the door was a man wearing Kins-rimmed glasses, wearing an indigo suit, tie meticulously tied with a Windsor knot, a briefcase in his hand, and a watch on his wrist that looked like a famous brand.

The corner of his mouth curled up just right, and he nodded at the two of them: "Good afternoon."

***

Zhu Guining was respectfully invited into the tea room by Lang Shenli and Lu Qing.

Now the students are all in class, so the work at the front desk is not busy. The one taught by Lu Qing is a kindergarten class, and the children are being picked up by their parents, so they are not busy now.

Compared with when she was in school, Lang Shenli's makeup has softened a lot, at least the color used is not as bold as before.She sat back on the sky-blue chair, propped her chin, blinked her big eyes, and stared straight at Zhu Guining, making no effort to hide her nympho demeanor: "Ningning, you are better than before." Get up, and look a lot more handsome."

Zhu Guining nodded reservedly, and gave her a gentle smile: "Thank you."

Lu Qing was covered in goose bumps from Lang Shenli's nausea, pretended to cough a few times, and then said to the two of them, "I'll go out to smoke a cigarette first. I just had a two-hour class, and it suffocated me."

Lang Shenli waved at him, signaling him to get out of here.

Zhu Guining looked at Lu Qing's hurried steps, his eyes were meaningful.

Lang Shenli sat upside down on the chair, with her hands on the back of the chair, curious: "Ning Ning, where have you been all these years? There is no news at all, so worry about us." She didn't dare to say anything else. Said that brother Yin almost went crazy because of Zhu Guining's sudden disappearance four years ago.

Zhu Guining smiled politely, but kept silent.

"Okay," Lang Shenli said, until Zhu Guining didn't want to talk about it, and quickly changed the subject: "Why did you think of coming to Linghai?"

"The family opened a branch in Linghai." Zhu Guining picked up the paper cup on the coffee table, took a sip of plain water: "I'll come back to help."

"Inheriting the family business is very powerful. You really deserve to be our little master." Lang Shenli's face was very excited: "What? I heard that you want to come to our Taekwondo Hall to learn Taekwondo? Yes, you have vision."

"If you are really interested, you can learn about the types of courses first, and if you are interested, please report my name, and you will get [-]% off when you sign up!"

Zhu Guining was infected by the vitality and vigor of the girl, and nodded with a smile.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Zhu Guining had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he stayed in the tea room and chatted with Lang Shenli for another twenty minutes.

Lang Shenli looked at the clock above the tea room, her brows twitched: "Lv Qing is a dead man, just smoking a cigarette, it takes half an hour? The whole pack should have been smoked, right? Obviously Ningning finally came back..."

Before the words were finished, the frosted tea room door was suddenly pushed open vigorously.