Clouds and water do not know the wind and moon [entertainment circle]

The next day, at four past five in the morning.

A hand reaches for the white shaded bedside lamp and pulls the cord switch.The lights quickly scattered in all directions like a flock of frightened birds, making the darkness fade away, revealing a monotonous and closed bedroom environment that is completely different from the daytime.

There is a Hexiang board wardrobe next to the bedroom wall, and the wardrobe exudes the damp and salty smell of barley tea.If you open the cabinet, you may find that the clothes inside have eyes. Perhaps, they always cry in the dead of night.After all, humans have used straightedges, yarn scissors, and needles to modify their bodies so that they are no longer what they used to be... which means no longer whole.

Tang Zhizhi turned over on the bed, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, he saw that the huge French window opposite was closed tightly, half of the glass was covered by light brown curtains, and the fabric was protruding and concave, as if many Round pencils hanging vertically are arranged together.And the other half of the windows—dark outside and dimly lit inside—reflected the interior like a mirror.His own shadow was on it too, hazy, like a sandwich in a hamburger, sandwiched between the thick quilt and the oak bed.Even though there was no wind blowing in, he still felt a chill on his face and heart—he just had another nightmare.

Tang didn't know that something was wrong, he was likely to be entangled by something unclean, so he pinched his fingers to divination for himself, but nothing abnormal was found.

He didn't sleep well last night, and he felt very sleepy at the moment, so he turned off the light and continued to sleep.For some reason, he felt that his hands were very cold, so he put them back under the quilt, and the chill faded a bit.Not long after, he fell asleep again.

Outside the window, the moonlight was no longer as bright as before, as if it had been poured into gray concrete, gradually blending with the dark sky.The snow didn't stop, and from the gaps in the thick clouds, the rain began to sprinkle down again.

But the sound of rain could not be heard in the house, but a "buzzing" sound sounded instead.

Tang didn't know he was woken up. He opened his eyes and saw a few huge yellow bees flying around the room.

Standing up, I used my hands to chase away a bee hovering above my head, only to find that my hands were red, and then I saw that the part of the bed sheet covering my body was also red, as if blood was gradually seeping through the cotton wool, It's really scary.

He lifted the quilt and saw that his stomach was open, and the opening extended to the third rib. The flesh and bones inside were clearly visible, and there was even butter-like fat. It looked a little disgusting, although it was very serious. He didn't feel any pain at all.

He found that the place where the heart should have been was now empty. A few thin strips protruded from his chest. They looked like blood vessels. The arteries were still bleeding. The sheets were stained red by these things, and the bluish veins were dangling. to the ground.Looking along the blue line, I saw a child standing in the shadow of the corner, holding a bloody organ in both hands—presumably his heart—biting bite after mouthful, the blood flowed from him%2F Her mouth ran down and splashed silently on the ground.

Tang Wuzhi's face changed, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.A bee flew to the back of his hand, and its compound eyes stared straight at him, "Buzz—buzz—" The sound flooded his ears like sea water.

Then he woke up, and the familiar bedroom returned before his eyes...wooden floor, thin curtains, the room was still clean, no blood, no weird things.The children, the bees, are gone, and everything looks ordinary and normal.

He felt his heart still beating in his chest, slightly faster than usual, and only then did he realize that what he saw just now was an illusion...he was not dead.

Something flickered on the bedside table, and when I turned my head, it was the light from the screen of the mobile phone.I don't know how long the vibrating alarm clock has sounded, maybe this is the bee in the dream.Tang didn't know what was going on, so he sat up and decided to ask his master what was going on.

The master didn't blame Tang Buzhi for disturbing his dream early in the morning. After listening to him patiently, he sighed "You, you" twice, and asked in a mature and slow tone: "Are you Didn't you give the amulet to someone else?"

"Yes."

At this point, it is estimated that 370 out of [-] of the [-] million people in Baisha City are still fast asleep, and the remaining [-] out of [-] may be because they have to stay up late at work or have trouble falling asleep because of sad things. .Tang Zhizhi's younger brother once said that he hated this city because life here changed too fast.Even in such a quiet moment, the city's economy, culture, education, policies, etc. are still changing. The stocks that are still rising today may fall by the limit tomorrow. Not only that, but people's feelings and interests are also changeable. .My brother was still in high school at the time, and he talked about "unpredictability" all the time. He said that unpredictability is a terrible thing, which means you don't know when disaster is going to happen to you.Now, the unpredictability is also acting on Tang Zhizhi.

"Get the amulet back quickly."

"why?"

"I don't know, listen to me, you and that person's fortunes are already connected together. That person, he is destined to experience a death calamity, maybe in the near future, but now the calamity is transferred to you Already!"

There was a rustling sound on the phone, like fabric rubbing, and then a somewhat hoarse female voice: "He's next to you? You call)."

With a strong Cantonese accent, it should be his wife who is speaking.

The master didn't answer her, and continued: "Do you know that the two of you are at odds with each other, and his fate is designed for you. The only way now is that you wear the amulet on your body and stay away from him. Follow me Do what you say, and this matter has nothing to do with you."

Tang didn't know what to think for a while, "Master, can you be more specific, what does death mean?"

But the master was silent for a while, and said, "I can only tell you this."

The rain on the roof flowed down the edge of the eaves, almost melting the snow in the yard... The cold air penetrated into the house... Although the master didn't say anything, Tang Zhizhi still guessed it. Song Yunshui would probably die if he returned the spell, but if he left the spell with him, he would become his scapegoat.

I asked Master if this was the case, and Master did not deny it.

This was completely beyond Tang's expectations.At first, he thought it was the old man joking with him, and he felt a little upset, but then he remembered that the old man was always unsmiling on weekdays, as if he was going to select the chairman of the neighborhood committee in the next second. The key is that the old man has no sense of humor No, so it is impossible for him to lie.After realizing it, Tang Zhizhi took a deep breath... God.

Song Yunshui's room is next door, he probably hasn't woken up yet, the sun won't rise until an hour later, a long hour.Tang Bubu glanced at the lights in the distance. There were hundreds of buildings there. The light was distorted and scattered on the rain-stained glass. Yellow, blue, red, and green floated in midair, like dim finger prints. .Few things can be seen in the field of vision, so the sense of hearing is sharpened.The wires buried in the wall made a "sizzling" sound, like a burning fuse, the sound that would not be noticed at ordinary times, but at this moment was amplified by the silence to ten times, making people feel that maybe there is something real in this room. It is also unknown whether there is a bomb hidden.Tang didn't know that a layer of ice had formed on the back of his hand, "Master, can you redraw the Zhang Fu for me?"

"It's useless to draw any more." His tone was somewhat helpless.

Tang Zhizhi patted the bed board hard, not because he was angry, but because he was irritable.

A dull sound echoed in the house.

"Then there is no other way?" Tang Zhizhi bent his right leg and put his palm on his knee.

That end was silent.This silence is like a bottomless strait, turbulent, dark, and disturbing.

After finishing the phone call with Master, Tang Zhizhi couldn't fall asleep anymore, damn it... He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.His resolute outline, browbones, and eye sockets were printed in the mirror, even though they were hazy by the mist, they still looked good.His ten fingers were soaked in hot water, they were as white as porcelain, his movements rippled on the surface of the water, his dark eyes were shining, as if his mood was fluctuating.He knew that Master would not lie to him, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that the catastrophe and the like were all fake.

The rain has stopped, but the eaves are still dripping.The leaves spread on the dirt floor, smelling of glaciers.

Tang Zhi sat on the sofa for a while.He saw Song Yunshui coming out of the bedroom, and after a distance, he could still smell the cool fragrance of bluegrass.Song Yunshui was only wearing a white shirt, as if he couldn't feel the cold. His hair was a little disheveled, but of course, it wasn't too messy, only one or two tufts were slightly curled up.Song Yunshui usually looks very tidy, and his tie has always been well-tied, which probably has something to do with his career as an artist. He has always maintained a good image in front of others.

When Tang Zhi went out yesterday, Song Yunshui reminded him that the buttons on his jacket were misplaced. The latter smiled awkwardly and said he didn't know what happened.Compared with him who is careless, Song Yunshui is as rigorous as a robot.

"Morning." Song Yunshui greeted briefly.

"Good morning." Tang Zhizhi responded, while assuming in his heart: If he told Song Yunshui what Master said, would Song Yunshui believe it?

Tang didn't know that he had secretly looked at Song Yunshui many times during breakfast, but he still couldn't tell the story.He couldn't guess Song Yunshui's reaction, in other words, he didn't know Song Yunshui well.So I couldn't help being very upset.I don't know if it's because of the former or the latter... In short, it's just annoying.

Song Yunshui still had no appetite. He noticed Tang Zhizhi's unusually obvious gaze, stopped his chopsticks, and turned his head to look at him:

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me?"

Tang didn't know that his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he became serious again, "No. I just want to ask, how are you doing recently? I mean... are you in good health, and will your chest still feel uncomfortable?"

Song Yunshui shook his head, indicating that he didn't feel unwell recently.

Tang didn't know "Yes", "That's good." Although his face was calm, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Since he gave the amulet to Song Yunshui, he often felt chest tightness, and sometimes his heart suddenly felt a tingling pain. a feeling of.

"However, when I got up this morning, I felt a little uncomfortable in my throat. I don't know if I have a cold."

"Your voice does sound a little hoarse. If you have a cold, you will be in trouble."

"Can I touch your forehead?" Song Yunshui said suddenly.

Tang didn't know what he wanted to do, "...you can touch it."

Song Yunshui felt the temperature on his forehead with the back of his hand, and then pressed it to his own face.It was a childish move, but he did it with a serious face.After comparing it, it turned out that his skin was even colder.

"How about it?"

"There's not much difference... I don't think I have a cold." Song Yunshui said with a frustrated expression, "I also thought that if I got sick, I wouldn't have to go to the company."

Tang didn't know how surprised that people like him would say such things, "Are you usually tired?"

"You can't say that." Song Yunshui didn't seem to want to talk about work, so he changed the subject and asked Tang if he found any problems when checking the accounts yesterday.

"I haven't seen that one yet. I was delayed by something yesterday. I'll go and see it again today."

"If there is something wrong, please remember to tell me."

"Well, but, probably not." Tang Wuzhi said absent-mindedly.