My three roommates are not human

They reluctantly pushed my body into a door. I carefully identified it and confirmed that it was the door of my home when I was in college.

After all, I already know that the so-called "once" is just a false memory they stuffed into my head.

My childhood residence, an ice cream shop I used to love most, a teacher who doted on me very much in the kindergarten, and a slide that never gets greasy every day... These beautiful and warm memories are all fake.

The knee I broke while walking, the thigh I was bitten by the fierce dog on the side of the road, the marks of vaccination left on my hand, these scars are all fake.

I haven't experienced these things. Everything started from the moment they snapped their fingers and I opened my eyes, thinking that today was another ordinary day.

Not just me...all of them.Everyone's yesterday is nothingness, but we embrace this nothingness tightly.

We are really the playthings of new humans.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help clenching my fists again.

In the end, the three of them knelt beside me, two supported my body, and one carefully traced my facial features.They did this for a long time, over and over again, frowning and holding their breath, as if they were doing something very important.After the performance art, they personally changed me into a very familiar dress—before I entered college, I liked to wear this shirt with strawberries printed on the chest, and then I went out to eat barbecue. I accidentally splashed some oil on it, so I didn't wear it again.

It turned out that it was the clothes they put on me... I blinked and felt a little dazed for a while.

My memory is false, the clothes I thought I loved were actually ad hoc additions they made to me in order to let me wear the clothes they gave me for a while.But even if I face this reality, the essence of what I love about this dress will not change.

Deng Qi's feelings for me...isn't that the case.

What was false became reality, and I accepted it... I pondered for a moment, and I always felt that I had touched something, but I couldn't tell the specifics, as if a burst of inspiration was blowing through my brain, but no important thing was left behind. trace.

Soon, I understood why they would touch my face repeatedly.

Because they want to remember me.

I don't know how the new humans' memory is, but judging from the lack of common sense of the three of them, they probably don't know their memory level either.

So, they repeatedly forced themselves to remember my eyes and eyebrows, trying to engrave me in their minds with such a stupid method.

...Actually, building a camera can perfectly solve their problems.

Although I thought so, I was not really complaining in my heart.

To be regarded as a real life, to be remembered by others, is a proof of one's own existence and a reflection of one's being cherished.

I thought the beginning of the old world would be a turmoil, at least with wind and waves.In my eyes, this is a big event. How can the birth of a world be silent?

It wasn't until I saw the three of them like three domestic cats abandoned by their owners, sitting around the little book with nostalgia, staring closely at the flowing writing on it, that I fully realized—— They've been calling it "Old World" all along, but they've confused me.

Once I leave this room, they will literally never see me again.All future news will only be conveyed through the writing on this book.And these words, these plots are actually written by them themselves. Even if they sit around here, looking forward to see through, they can't see any variables. They can only know where "I" is based on the sudden flash of light on the handwriting. Where is the plot going.

The filmmaker thoughtfully gave a few pages of shots, and then I realized where my life actually happened. This is indeed a life written for love-the beginning of the story began when Deng Qi and I were in love. Collision at the gate of the university.

I don't remember this incident, but Deng Qi fell in love with "me" at first sight because of it.

Of course, the love at first sight at this time cannot be regarded as real. I understand that this is just a "setting" at work.

The movie started to become boring again, the three of them finished this big task, and the next job they received was just to write some short stories for mama to read, just write and write, there is no need for various complicated settings , not to mention creating the world.If the missions in the old world were S-rank, then it is obvious that what they received now were very perfunctory F-rank.Every time they finish their work, they will open the book for a long time, as if in a daze, with dark eyes, looking at the black and white words.

I know what they want to see, and I know they can't see it at all.Right now, their heads are lowered, their black hair is falling from their foreheads, and their eyes are widening, which really makes me hallucinate, wanting to go back and pick up my kitten and touch their heads.

...I don't even know how I feel about them now.On the basis that I taught them everything while I was unconscious, I always felt like they were my house cats, or like my foster children.But now I clearly remember the tumultuous experience with them, and this relationship seems to be covered with a layer of ambiguity.

There are too many torrents between us, time, old and new worlds, books, truth and falsehood... Even if I look at them now, this is just an afterimage in the movie; even if they hold "I" in the movie , that is nothing but a body without consciousness.

We hadn't even actually met each other while so much was going on; they weren't even with me when I knew it all.

The staggered relationship, the chaotic time, this relationship is completely turbulent and chaotic.

They have been depressed for a long time. If they are old humans, they may already have full chin beards, or bloodshot eyeballs.It's a pity that they are new human beings, skipping meals and staying up late are non-existent problems for them, so no matter how depressed or decadent they are, they look refreshed and energetic.

Sometimes they stared at the book in silence, and sometimes they looked at themselves for a while in the false world they had created.Looking at it, A suddenly sat next to the little doll house that only reached his knees, and there was no light in his beautiful big eyes.

He propped his body on the house and sighed: "We are the same as them."

The remaining two also quickly lowered their eyes, and I quickly realized what he meant—the three of them in the doll house didn’t know that tomorrow would never come, and they didn’t know that they could never wait for the non-existent doll Xia Ze , and the three of them in reality are the same.

...In fact, they understand that I will not come back.

I will live, grow old, sick and die in the old world they created, and experience all the mundane things, and I will no longer have anything to do with these new humans.

Looking at their dejected looks, I actually felt a little bit protective.

...It's all mama's fault! !If it wasn't for this mama, my children... would they be so uncomfortable! !

I tried my best to push the blame and put it on the same person, which made it easier for me to vent my emotions, but in fact I knew that it all came down to the wheel of fate.

Everyone is responsible, everyone is a pusher, and everyone can't complain.

The depressed three began to stay in the "my room" they created for a long time again, grabbing my quilt, standing by my window, and lying on my floor.Sometimes I'm even afraid that they will lose their spirit and go crazy, but this kind of situation obviously won't happen.

This is the sad thing about the new humans. No matter how sad or desperate they are, the perfect ones will never collapse.Their sanity is always above the horizontal line, so they can clearly know how desperate and sad they are now.

Being able to calmly and clearly know that you are experiencing a series of negative emotions is really a hopeless thing.I began to think that the rules made by mama might protect this group of new humans to a certain extent. If they had no emotions, they would be able to maintain their perfection without having to experience the despair in front of them.

They are becoming more and more like old humans. When I first watched the movie, their behavior was completely beyond the scope of my logic, and their words seemed to be playing riddles in front of my eyes, but now, I can almost guess them. What kind of reaction will there be.

Sure enough, after a period of depression, what they ushered in was a huge explosion.

That is, the "bottoming out" of our old humans.

When our emotions are extremely low, we either face death directly, or if not, we climb up the rope of life, and what meets us is the wave of emotions.

One day they acted suddenly, with an indescribable resentment that they couldn't explain, they used so much force that they almost punctured the setting paper, and wrote a bunch of unknown words.Then, "my room" suddenly came to life.

It is a bit strange to say that the room is alive, but it is indeed alive.The room began to have a difference between day and night, my quilt began to open and close, magazines were turned to a corner from time to time, and various human voices and motorcycle sounds began to come from outside the window.

This is my room in the old world, exactly the same, except I'm not there.I'm pretty sure the changes inside have followed the dynamics of the old world from moment to moment—a guess confirmed when I saw banana milk waving in front of my eyes.

Everything in the room can be replicated, but they can't replicate me.After realizing this, the three of them collapsed even more.

When they stay in my room, it's like being in a sleepless dream, experiencing the sun in my room warming on their faces - something that the new world doesn't have .

I can almost guess their thinking, and in their self-deception, I seem to return to their side, and continue the strange and twisted relationship with them in the old world.They, who never sleep, even understood the difference between day and night. When my window turned black, they would consciously lie on my bed and say "good night" softly in an unknown direction.

…In terms of cognition, they have completely regarded themselves as old human beings.However, their bodies have not changed in any way at the moment, which makes me wonder what will happen in the future to make them what they are now.

They seem to split into two people.When they were in my room, they had sweet dreams; when they left my room and returned to the study, they were greeted with realistic and cold words.

They looked at the text, and after being depressed, they were greeted with a monstrous hatred.

Naturally, they wouldn't hate me, and they didn't dare to hate Mama, so this hatred went towards the wronged Deng Qi without any creditors.Whenever they see Deng Qi's name on the page, they can't help but clenched their fists. A's eyes can't hide the hatred that is about to fall out, and the strongest B's arm always has obvious blue veins , even the gentle c, no matter how you look at it, looks like he is about to pick up a kitchen knife and rush into the book.

……Hey.

I still couldn't help but sigh.It shouldn't be like this, they should be the pride of heaven, the pride of mama, the purest and most beautiful new human beings.But now they are completely caught by this ugly emotion, and they are developing in the direction of our old humans.

"what--!!"

I suddenly heard a cry from the movie, not a cry of surprise, but...

It was a cry of surprise.

I read it several times and confirmed that the three people in front of me were indeed flipping through the book, but their expressions have completely changed now, with extreme excitement written all over their faces.