Depth can be seen

Everything in the dream is like separated by a stained glass, the picture is as clear as yesterday, but it is yellow like the pages of old books.

Luo Tanshen stood on the other side of the glass, looking at his 12-year-old self, his 20-year-old brother Luo Xiaoyu, and Zhou Jinchuan who destroyed all happiness, beauty, and innocence. But it was blocked by the glass.

They could not see him, nor hear his urgent cries.

But he could see and hear their smiles and words clearly.

It turns out that my brother's smile is gentler than I remember, my brother's eyes are brighter than I remember, and I blush when I smile.

It turned out that Zhou Jinchuan didn't look hideous as soon as he appeared.

He beat the glass in vain, but himself and his elder brother turned around on the other side of the glass, drifting away from Zhou Jinchuan.

The color of the picture began to fade, gradually became dim, people disappeared, houses and gardens disappeared, and the colors merged with each other, and finally mixed into an incomprehensible abstract painting.

The entire piece of glass is occupied by abstract paintings, like a chaotic night sky.

In this frightening blackness, he finally saw his face clearly at this moment.

23 years old, not 12 years old.

When I smiled back then, a small dimple would appear on my face.He touched his cheek and couldn't remember when the dimple disappeared.

Maybe 16, maybe adulthood.

He pressed his forehead against the glass, and pressed his fingers against it. The cold and hard touch reminded him—it was impossible for him to pass through, just like he could not return to the past when his brother was still alive.

Finally, he turned his back, slowly slid to the ground against the glass, hugged his calves, and buried his face in his knees.

After waking up from the dream, when I didn't open my eyes, I only felt that I was wrapped in a bundle of warm air. Even through the eyelids, I could feel a piece of orange-red light.

Opening his eyes, his pupils were stung by the light from the heater.He closed his eyes forcefully on conditioned reflex, and buried half of his face in the quilt.

In the breath, there is a familiar smell.

His mind finally turned again, and he realized belatedly that this was the smell of Shan Yufei, and he was lying on Shan Yufei's bed.

He sat up slowly and looked towards the door.

The painted door was closed, and there seemed to be no sound from outside.

He retracted his gaze, looked at the old-fashioned quilt, and at the outdated heater.

When he lay down on the bed, he didn't take off the shirt he was wearing inside. The back of the shirt was still wet, and he didn't know if it was the cold sweat from before, or he sweated again when he fell asleep.It was only when I left the bed that I felt a little cold.

He immediately went back, knowing that Shan Yufei's bed was stained with sweat, and didn't want to get up.

This extremely old, uncomfortable bed actually gave him a bit of temporary dependence.

Diagonally opposite the bed was the window, and there was a desk under the window. He rolled his eyes to observe the furnishings in the bedroom.The furniture is very old, all "big pieces" from decades ago, and the paint is almost peeling off. Even if it is cleaned well, it can't help exuding a smell of damp wood.

There is no electric blanket on the bed, and the heater is close to the head of the bed.Luo Tan shrunk deeply for a while and lost his mind for a while, then he felt his feet were a bit cold.

He had no choice but to sit up again, sitting horizontally on the bed, with his back against the wall, stretched his feet out from under the quilt, and put them in front of the heater.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Shan Yufei stood at the door holding a warm water bag.

"Ah..." Luo Tan knew that his posture was ridiculous at this time, so he quickly retracted his feet, "You, you should knock on the door."

"This is my home." Shan Yufei said flatly.

Luo Tan's hair was completely messed up from sleep, propped left and right, the back of his head was still tilted a lot, his face was flushed red, there was a pillow mark on one cheek, and the orange light of the heater was reflected in his eyes.

He leaned against the wall and covered his cold toes with one hand under the quilt, "Then you should knock on the door first."

Shan Yufei didn't speak, walked to the bed and handed the warm handbag in front of his eyes, "Either?"

He had hardly used such a troublesome thing that needed to be watered again and again. He lowered his eyes for a while, and hurriedly took it when Shan Yufei took it away, and then retracted into the bed again.

Shan Yufei noticed the small marks on the wall, "Are your clothes wet?"

He is embarrassed.Anyway, it's not good to sweat people's quilt sheets.

Shan Yufei went to the window, closed the half-open window, glanced at the bed again, turned and went out.

"Are you leaving now?" Luo Tan was a little puzzled. He thought that since Shan Yufei knew that his clothes were wet, he should at least be concerned, and then find clean clothes for him to change.

But Shan Yufei didn't say a word, and left after asking.

"Huh?" Shan Yufei held the door with one hand.

The wet cloth was really uncomfortable against his body. Holding the warm water bag, he finally asked, "Do you have any clothes that you can lend me? I want to change."

"You can't wear my clothes." Shan Yufei refused.

He suddenly got a little angry, "I'm not much shorter than you!"

Shan Yufei shook his head, "It's not a matter of size, you're not used to it."

He sat up, "I'm used to it!"

"I don't have any new ones, they are all old clothes. You are not used to them." Shan Yufei explained.

Luo Tanshen thought of the salty and humid wind on the sea again, and a stubbornness suddenly surged in his heart, "You can find me any one you want, and you don't have to. As long as it's not wet, I'm used to wearing a rag."

Shan Yufei stood there for two seconds, walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, bent over to search.

Luo Tan looked into the cabinet curiously.

He had two cloakrooms with countless clothes, trousers and accessories, while Shan Yufei only had this one wardrobe, and the upper floor was full of quilts, and the rest of the space was empty, with few clothes at all.

Half a minute later, Shan Yufei shook off a shirt, closed the cabinet door and turned around, "Try this one."

He took it immediately, and knew the quality was poor as soon as he touched the fabric.

Shan Yufei didn't seem to see his interest in changing clothes, and went out without saying hello.

No matter how bad the clothes are, they are better than wet ones. He quickly took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Although he was shivering from the cold, he didn't put on Shan Yufei's shirt right away, but went to sniff it first.

There is a scent of washing powder, which is similar to the smell on the quilt.

The shirt had no temperature, and the moment he first put it on was particularly uncomfortable. After thinking about it, he hugged the shirt and lay back under the bed, intending to heat it up before putting it on.

The cloth was attached to the chest, and it gradually gave birth to a strange feeling.

He was stunned for a while, the drowsiness disappeared, and his thoughts gradually became clear. Looking back on this chaotic afternoon, he felt that he had lost his composure.

He lifted the quilt, put on the hot shirt and trousers, walked to the window, stretched, and let out a long breath.

The shirt looked rough, but it wasn't uncomfortable to wear.He lowered his eyes, and saw that the hem of his shirt seemed to be caught by the desk drawer because of the lazy stretch just now.

The drawer was not closed tightly. He pulled out the hem of his clothes and saw a book inside through the gap.