imaginary field

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Evan didn't speak immediately, he looked hesitant, and he glanced further into the alley, as if he wanted to observe Johnson... Chris blocked his sight.

Evan gave up looking, and he motioned Chris to go to a brighter place with him, "I just want to tell you that I can provide some help." Maybe he was worried that Chris would refuse, so he immediately said, "You know, I mean the studio fee, it's just an investment, you don't have to worry about it."

Chris didn’t think that this was what Evan wanted to tell him, and he looked at Evan for a while, “No.” He rejected the offer, “You believed what Carlton said? I remember you said that Carlton is a fraud."

He didn't understand why Evan would suddenly bring up this matter, and sometimes he wasn't sure whether those things were Carlton's imagination (after all, the whole space existed on top of fantasy), or those were indeed his future.

Although Chris had fantasized about his own success, it was far from what Carlton described, that kind of... fanaticism?After all, his dream probably only exists in that he can successfully sign a contract with a company and sell an album of [-] copies after his debut-that is already the best future he can think of.

"I believe in this future." Evan said calmly. He pointed to his head. Chris felt that he seemed to be talking about himself and Carlton. "I believe in the future he told me."

"What else did he say?" Chris asked curiously. He felt like a person who was bewitched by the so-called prophet at the moment. Even though he knew that those things might be false, he couldn't restrain his curiosity.

"There will be countless people crazy about you." Evan said, he subconsciously glanced into the depths of the alley, "Of course, there are also countless people who want to benefit from you."

"Including Carlton?" Chris heard himself ask.

"...he is your admirer." After a moment of silence, Evan said, his expression was sincere, obviously he really thought so, but Chris didn't think so.

So he looked away and put his hands in his pockets - as he often did when he didn't know what to do - he tried to pull out a cigarette from his pocket, only to find that the last one he had just used It's over.

So he could only try to find some topics. In fact, the relationship between him and Evan was definitely not familiar. They were people from two worlds, but at a certain time, they were suddenly pulled into a weird space.

They encountered some unimaginable things, Chris thought, they were different at the beginning, even suspicious of each other, as is often the case in those movies, but in the end, they did become friends-probably-Chris somewhat Not sure, but other than that, he doesn't know Evan well.

His impression of Evan, or a deeper understanding, is only the boy in the corridor maze, the woman who claims to be his aunt, and his father and mother who are said to be lunatics.

…Until now, Chris discovered one thing. He had not seen Evan’s father and mother in the corridor. He found that Evan’s mother only existed in some dialogues, while the other party’s father appeared Chances are slightly more, Chris remembers the crib in the little girl's room.

If the hallway was a projection of Carlton and Evan's memory, who was the man who opened the door after he knocked on the room for the first time?

Chris wasn't in the habit of keeping his doubts to himself, so he quickly asked Evan, and the response was, "That's my father," Evan said, looking distressed, as if he didn't know how to explain this. thing.

"He doesn't know you." Chris said, he didn't forget that when he knocked on the door of the man's room, the other party was more puzzled.

"At that time, he really wouldn't know me," Evan said. "He hadn't met my mother at that time, and I hadn't been born."

When Evan said this, he paused for a while, "Coincidentally, they met that day, in a hotel." As if he was not used to it, he asked Chris, "We must stand here and chat Is it?" He looked at the trash can in the corner with disgust, "Maybe we can change places." He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "I have a place near here."

Chris didn't understand why he and Evan came to his place. He looked around and found that it was an old apartment, which was not like Evan's choice.

"I bought this a long time ago." Evan explained, "When I was younger, I yearned for this kind of life, more freedom." He didn't explain much about it, just opened the door , inviting Chris to walk in.

Perhaps because no one has lived in it, there are few things in this house. After looking at it for a few seconds, Chris followed Evan into the house, "Someone cleans it regularly."

He put his coat on the sofa in the living room. Judging from the environment and decoration, this place does not look like the current style, but rather looks like it was in the 7.80s and [-]s, "You are responsible for the decoration? "Chris asked curiously, because Evan in his impression should be a more modern man.

"No, someone else, a friend of mine, she is very good at this." Evan briefly explained, he opened the refrigerator, as if he wanted to check what was in the refrigerator, after searching for a while, he found two bottles of beer, "Maybe It was left by others before, and people often borrow it here." He said, throwing the beer to Chris.

After Chris took it, he sat on the chair in the living room. He looked at the wallpaper on the wall and the subtle layout in the room. He always felt that this was more like a room prepared by a woman for himself, Chris thought He opened the beer, "Your friends also come here often?"

"Yes." Evan said, compared to him in that space, now he looks a lot more relaxed, he slowly walked to the seat next to Chris with a beer and sat down, "I don't often come here Come."

"Girlfriend?" Chris asked.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend." Evan said. He leaned back in his chair and opened a cold beer. He looked at the TV cabinet in the corner and seemed to be thinking about something.

Chris followed Evan's line of sight, and he saw the TV cabinet in the corner with a clunky TV on it-this thing Chris hadn't seen in a long time, which made him There is a strange feeling that the time in this house seems to be stuck in the last century.

But Chris also heard that some people like retro style, they will like this kind of decoration and objects, so he quickly averted his eyes, and continued to recall the topics they had chatted in the alley in his head.

—For example, the hallway.

That corridor has no end in sight. Until now, Chris can recall the repeating corridor and the young Evan he met in the corridor.

"Carlton told me, that corridor is made up of your collective consciousness?" Chris asked, not only Carlton's memory was fused in that corridor, but also Evan's, "Do you remember that corridor? "

"My memory is fuzzy." Evan said, leaning on the sofa with a distressed expression, as if he was thinking about how to explain this to Chris, "In fact, the leader of that corridor is Carlton, You should understand this, the me who appeared in the hallway has always maintained the appearance of being seven years old, this is me who has integrated some of my current emotions and memories of that time."

"It can be said that the me in the corridor is a 7-year-old child who doesn't know the future, and he is me at that time." Evan explained, "The me in the corridor does not have the current memory, so he will feel My father, a stranger - I don't know how to explain this to you, I saw pictures of my father when he was young when I was 12 years old, he looked completely different from what he looked like later on, so at the time From my point of view, the person who opened the door in the corridor was a strange man."

"Of course, he was the same. At that time, he was still a young man, so he didn't have a 7-year-old son, and he hadn't met my mother yet." Evan said.

Holding the beer in his hand, Chris tried to figure out what Evan meant, so the man in the corridor was indeed Evan's father, but at the time his father was, Evan hadn't been born yet, and for For 7-year-old Evan, his father is not the face he knows, but it is difficult for Chris to imagine that, "Your father changed his appearance?"

"...Yes." Evan said, "Big change."

In fact, he didn't really meet his father when he was young-of course, this is an impossible thing in itself, he just listened to the details of their encounter over and over again, and at the age of 12, saw him The photos of my father when he was young complete the story.

So in his memory corridor, his father when he was young will appear, "Chris, have you ever thought about such a thing?" Evan asked calmly, looking at Chris' puzzled expression, "Your father and mother , or in other words, the two people you always thought were actually one person."

"Like my aunt said, they're crazy."

"After my mother died, my father became my mother ... yes, as you would imagine, he changed his gender and his appearance."

"Sometimes you doubt your memory, because 'she' has been living there." When Evan said this, he seemed to notice Chris's unbelievable expression, and he smiled, "It's hard to believe, isn't it?"

Chris tried to digest everything Evan said, but he still found it too unbelievable. Of course, he knew that choosing his gender is not a big deal these days, but it was still hard for Chris to imagine , Evan's father (the man he saw in the corridor), actually in Evan's memory, has always appeared as a woman.

He even misled young Evan into thinking it was his mother all along.

"So you don't have your mother in your memory?" Chris asked.

"She may be in the room in that corridor, but you haven't opened the door yet." Evan said softly, and he looked up at Chris, "You know, what's in that corridor, sometimes I Not sure."

"Those are our memory corridors. What we really experienced and the memories we imagined and completed will all appear in that place."

The author has something to say: ... I changed the title of the chapter again, because I found that there seems to be no way to finish it up and down.

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