escape from the world

I actually slept for so long.Fang Chen felt dizzy, and a sense of unreality quietly emerged.In fact, this feeling was particularly strong as early as a day ago. He didn't know where the sense of disobedience came from, and there was only one thought in his mind-these are not true.So he turned back to the room and fell on the bed without taking off his clothes.

The knock on the door was still ringing, hunger hung over him.He felt his body getting heavier and heavier, falling down little by little, into a black hole, which gave him a sense of security and made him have no time to think about what was outside the door. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and then nothing happened. do not remember……

Waking up again was the next morning, the curtains were half open, Fang Chen got up and found himself covered with a blanket, and the air conditioner in the living room was still on.

Another dream.He thought, putting on his slippers and going to the bathroom to wash up, the bruises under the eyes of the young man in the mirror became heavier.Drops of water slid down his cheeks, Fang Chen looked at himself in the mirror, wiped his eyes and continued to wash.

Finding the remote control of the air conditioner on the coffee table, he pursed his lips expressionlessly and turned off the air conditioner, then went to the kitchen to cook.Fang Chen was very hungry. He didn't eat anything all night, but he only cooked a pack of instant noodles.The bowl was steaming hot, he took two chopsticks of noodles and put them into his mouth, chewed and swallowed and then drank water.

In the dream, he turned off the air conditioner and put the remote control on the coffee table.

Fang Chen looked towards the entrance, half of the shoe cabinet was reflected in the long mirror, and the watch on the wall was still ticking.

—if it wasn't a dream.

Those were not dreams. Someone knocked on the door last night, and it was loud and loud. He went back to the bedroom and fell directly on the bed. Someone covered him with a blanket and turned on the air conditioner while he was asleep.

Fang Chen had goose bumps all over his body, his stomach was throbbing but he couldn't eat.If everything that happened last night was true, what about the day before?There was blood all over the floor, the person lying on the floor, Fang Chen wasn't sure if he was dead before, but now that he thought about it, his stomach was emptied, and the internal organs were put into his mouth by another person, how could he still be alive?

The greasy taste of instant noodles spread in his mouth, and he wanted to vomit but tried his best to hold it back.Still wanting to fill his stomach, he picked up his chopsticks and ate a few quick bites...

After going out, Shen still chose to take the stairs, and walked into the corridor to look up. He saw Xie Ying talking to a man there yesterday. Today, the stairwell is empty, with white walls, white tiles, and lead gray iron railings.

It was too quiet in the morning, and the sunlight shone in, which was even a bit dazzling. Fang Chen took a step, and there was a "tap" sound in the corridor.The elevator was going up, he went to the third floor and saw it went up to the seventh floor... who lived on the seventh floor?Fang Chen paused for a moment.

Walking to the corner on the second floor, he heard the sound of the door opening and a cat meowing, a long and trembling cat meowing. He continued walking and saw the man living on the second floor rushing towards the door.

Fang Chen remembered that his surname was Xu, "Mr. Xu."

The stairwell was empty, the man was startled, turned around and saw Fang Chen, his eyes under the lens narrowed slightly, "Good morning."

Fang Chen heard another small meow, Mr. Xu took his foot back and closed the door, and walked into the stairwell: "The cat at home is clingy."

"What's its name?" Fang Chen stepped down.

Mr. Xu didn't react for a while: "What?"

Fang Chen blinked, "Does your cat have a name?"

Mr. Xu paused, "...Xiao Miao."

"Oh." Fang Chen nodded, "It's pretty cute." He was preoccupied and a little absent-minded.

It was a bit too quiet this morning, I didn't see Mrs. Wu chatting with anyone downstairs, and none of the people who often talked to her were there.

Fang Chen met Fan Yingying at the entrance of the community. The girl saw Fang Chen's eyes lit up, and rarely took the initiative to say hello: "Good morning."

"Morning." Fang Chen responded and was about to go out.

"Hey." Fan Yingying suddenly stopped him, "Wu... Aunt Wu is not here today."

"Well, yes." Fang Chen waited for her next sentence.

"I heard... her daughter died." Fan Yingying bit her lower lip, "She committed suicide in the house she rented."

"...Ah." Fang Chen didn't know how to respond, this was someone else's private matter, and it was inappropriate to say anything by himself.

Fan Yingying also realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly corrected it: "Are you going to work? Then you go quickly..." She said, with a strange reluctance in her tone.

In the evening, Fang Chen saw Mrs. Wu. She was still sitting on the saddle chatting with a group of people as before.She was inexplicably attracted to Fang Chen, and when she saw Fang Chen, she took the time to wave and say hello.

Fang Chen couldn't help but stop thinking of Fan Yingying's words in the morning.Mrs. Wu didn't pay attention to Fang Chen when she was talking about the key points, "I care about the landlord asking for compensation, but the family still doesn't do it. Didn't that person die at your place? You don't even want to pay?"

Fang Chen couldn't walk anymore. Thinking of what Fan Yingying said in the morning, Mrs. Wu's daughter committed suicide in a rented house, which is a little unbelievable.

However, everyone around was nodding in agreement with Mrs. Wu, and no one raised any objections.

It's weird, so weird.

The sky was cloudy again, and he heard people asking about Uncle Wu, and Mrs. Wu's tone became fierce: "Going to play with money again! My son's house has not yet been settled, and I send money into other people's pockets every day!"

It is going to rain.Fang Chen felt it was difficult to breathe, and finally walked into the corridor.

After hesitating for two seconds between taking the elevator and taking the stairs, Fang Chen pressed the elevator button.

"You're back?"

The coolness seeped into the back of his neck. Fang Chen turned his head and saw Fan Yingying standing inside the door. She was still wearing a white gauze skirt at home, with eye shadow and lipstick on. She was very delicately dressed, a little shy and active.

"...Hello." The elevator door had already opened, Fan Yingying just looked at Fang Chen like that, Fang Chen thought she still had something to say, "Are you going to go out?"

Fan Yingying didn't answer.

Seeing that the elevator was about to close, Fang Chen had no choice but to say: "Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out, it seems to be raining."

The door was closed between the two of them, the girl smiled with the corners of her lips curled up, and said "yes" to the closed door.

After a while, it really started to rain, and the raindrops slapped on the window, Fang Chen opened the window and let the wind bring in the raindrops, some even got on his face and hair.

He turned on all the lights in the house, and the lights in the living room were darker than other rooms. He couldn't get used to the dim light. He thought about changing the light bulb tomorrow, so he sat on the sofa and ate biscuits, and the crumbs fell on his legs. There is a "click click" sound during chewing.He didn't want to cook anything for a short time, so he bought a lot of bread and snacks in the supermarket.

The night is quiet, too quiet, has it been like this every night before?There were only a few lights on on the opposite floor, but they were turned off as soon as Fang Chen looked over, along with the lights at home.

power cut.

Someone was walking in the corridor, with the sound of heavy footsteps, Fang Chen held his breath, and the door was knocked again.

Knock knock, knock knock.

……

"Fang Chen? Are you at home?"

It was Gao Cheng who lived on the third floor.

Fang Chen took a breath, then relaxed and took a deep breath. When he walked to the entrance, he still asked cautiously: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Is there no electricity here? I don't have any candles in my house. I just want to ask if you have any in your house?"

Fang Chen turned the doorknob, and a short, fat man stood outside the door.

Gao Cheng's face was pale and honest, he looked to be in his early twenties, and he looked at him with a smile: "Do you have any candles?"

"Hmm..." Fang Chen nodded. He had the impression that there were candles at home, but he couldn't figure out where it was after careful consideration. "Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

"Come on, don't worry." Gao Cheng leaned against the door frame, "I paid a lot of property fees, but when it rained heavily, the power went out. I've got over this broken building."

Fang Chen opened the drawer while nodding, but he didn't see two in a row.

"Is there? If not, forget it."

"It should be there." Fang Chen raised his head, a little at a loss, "I remember there is..." I just don't know where to put it.

"Then you look for it again?"

Fang Chen continued to search, and Gao Cheng said, "You know the couple who live opposite me, right?"

"Huh?" Fang Chen thought of the couple downstairs who applauded for love every day, "I know."

"I didn't answer when I knocked on the door just now." Gao Cheng pouted, "You said that if there is no candle, you can just say it, and you won't even fart."

"Maybe you're not at home." Fang Chen found a candle in the last drawer.Did he put candles here before?Not impressed at all.

Gao Cheng gave a noncommittal hum, took the candle and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"fine."

It was still raining outside, and thunder was flashing, crackling, and rumbling in the sky.

Not so quiet, but reassuring.

The author has something to say: Gong actually appeared very early_(:з)∠)_