stonecrandall Chapter 128 King 1's Red Candle
Chapter 128 King 1's Red Candle
Fang Yin flipped through the last page of the diary, his eyes were deep, and he fell on the graduation photo again.Most of the smiling faces above are youthful and beautiful, with immatureness that has not yet bloomed, full of vigor.
Xiao Xiao was standing in the corner, with a stiff and stiff smile on his face, and his hunched body looked thinner and weaker.The poor little one huddled there, even if he disappeared completely, it didn't seem to have much effect on the whole picture.
What kind of mood did he put this photo in his diary?
Fang Yin frowned, his face was not good-looking.The fear of being frightened slowly faded on his face, replaced by a solemnity that was almost pity.
When he discovered that the existence of this space was not just for scaring people, Fang Yin's shivering fear eased a lot.Or rather, being squeezed out of my mind by other thoughts.
He carefully clipped the photo back to its original position, then closed the diary and put it on the bookshelf.
No more creaking and creaking sounds that are annoying out of thin air.No disturbing wind gusts either.As the diary was gently closed, all these mischievous things stopped.They seem to just guide and force Fang Yin to discover the diary, the difficult past life of the owner of the diary, the miserable first half of his youthful years and the life that came to an abrupt end.
Fang Yin walked around the row of bookshelves and continued on.No more bookshelves collapsing suddenly to attack him.
A small ball of light floated in front of his forehead to illuminate the way forward.
Ever since he discovered that this unattractive little prop seemed to be able to protect him here, Fang Yin was fearless.He strode forward, and after a while, he passed through the shelves and reached the end of the room.
A mahogany door is embedded in the wall, connecting the next space.
Fang Yin raised his hand and opened the door.Discover the boundless darkness of the next space.
It was really pitch black, and I couldn't see anything at all.
...Here is really good at tidying up.
Fang Yin sighed for a long time, helplessly, but also stepped into the darkness.
When he was completely submerged in the blackness, a little red light suddenly ignited in the darkness, like a red candle burning and jumping.
You can't see anything around you, and the red light is obviously guiding.Fang Yin took a step towards that direction.When he got closer, Fang Yin found that it was indeed a pair of red candles, with the Chinese character "Happy" engraved on them.
After Fang Yin stepped into the range of the light, the flame ignited by the red candle seemed to be alive. It jumped twice and suddenly burst into flames out of thin air, as if the fuse had long been buried in the air.
The fire light surrounded Fang Yin, and then slowly spread out a double happiness on the ground.
At the end of Double Happiness, a newlywed woman in a bright red wedding dress appeared.The traditional phoenix is embroidered with gold thread on the hem of the clothes, and she is covered with a red hijab, her hands are quietly folded on her abdomen, and her nails are dyed red.
Her ten fingers are as luxuriant as jade, which is set off completely white by the red all over her body.There is a feeling of being glowing.
The hem of the skirt was windless, revealing a pair of delicate embroidered shoes, the tops of which were embroidered with double lotuses with fine silk threads.
Fang Yin was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the strange bride, and sighed wearily.Glancing down casually, I saw that the bride's feet were naturally drooping under the fluttering skirt.In other words, she did not stand firmly on the ground.
With a flash of red light, the hem of the skirt disappeared immediately.
Fang Yin's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took a step back.Seeing that the newlyweds looked like a broken elderly TV, the mosaic suddenly flashed forward for a certain distance.
Then, like a broken avatar, she flashed forward crazily, so fast that Fang Yin had no time to avoid it.
The red hijab fluttered, and for a moment Fang Yin seemed to see the bride's small chin under the hijab, and a section of Bai Shengsheng's slender neck.
She ran straight into Fang Yin, and then passed through Fang Yin like a ghost.
The moment the two met, Fang Yin felt that his heart seemed to be squeezed hard by an invisible big hand, sore and swollen, so uncomfortable that his whole body was trembling.For a moment, it took effort to even pump his chest to breathe.
Her flimsy wearing directly caused unbearable physical damage to Fang Yin.Fang Yin even wondered if his heart almost burst at that moment.
He didn't care about the fear of being protruded in the face by this thing, and cared about his physical discomfort.
When Fang Yin reacted, he had already knelt down on one knee because of the severe pain in his heart.The five fingers of the right hand palm were opened slightly, grasping the flesh at the heart, wishing to cut open the chest directly, to pluck out the throbbing red meat and hold it in the palm of the hand to soothe the pain.
Although it was only for a few seconds, Fang Yin didn't want to experience this feeling again in his life.
After he recovered from his breath and looked back to find the figure of the bride, she had already disappeared.All around suddenly remembered the sharp cry of a baby, 360-degree surround sound.
It's like a magic sound piercing my ears.The heart seemed to be beating together.
Fang Yin clutched his chest and felt that his little heart could no longer withstand the slightest stimulation.Amidst the ear-piercing cries of babies, the dots of flames forming Double Happiness on the ground slowly rose and swelled, and then turned into a transparent bubble bordered by flames.
Some figures gradually emerged from inside.
With a pale face, Fang Yin supported his knees and stood up from the ground.The young man's waist is still trying to be straight.
Moisturizing his dry lips, Fang Yin took two steps closer to those fleeting flame bubbles.
One of the bubbles shook, gradually expanded, and then popped.
Fang Yin saw the phantoms in those bubbles.
This is a story about Wang Yi.
The little girl who has just entered college has left behind the mountains of learning materials accumulated in high school, the daily morning and evening classes, and the fat school uniform that has not changed for several years.
I stepped into the university gate full of longing.
Abundant community activities, free spare time, and colorful strange cities.She started her life here with the best fantasy about the future.A girl with a blank love history meets her first love.
The big boy who made her fall in love at first sight, and she always believed that she could entrust her for life.
It was the summer after her freshman year, and he was a senior in his class.
As soon as we met, all Wang Yi's eyes were attracted by the senior.
He is personable, handsome and handsome, and he fulfills all Wang Yi's fantasies about his love partner.So the girl plunged in regardless.She was in love with him, like all young couples, dating, holding hands, and kissing.
Everything went smoothly and just right, and everything was so beautiful that Wang Yi ignored the too fast process.It took them only three months from knowing they were in love to delivering each other.
Everything after that was fine.
Wang Yiman thought she had found her own home.She is the lucky one among all living beings.But God has always been fair and cruel. Everything is mixed with good and bad, and good and bad depend on each other.
When the senior graduated from senior year, he broke up with her without warning.At that time, Wang Yi won the bid because of an accident.She had his child at Ruhua's age, but he didn't want her anymore.
Wang Yi had a hard time during that time.Since then, the trajectory of her life has completely changed.
She aborted her child, but she couldn't change that experience, couldn't eliminate the gossip that was rampant in the city, and couldn't erase the hurt that had gone deep into her bones.
Suffering is blamed on misfortune, from which hatred breeds.She has become sharp and sensitive from that sunny and cheerful girl, she is guarded and hates all the people and things around her.
After overhearing what her roommates said about her, the hatred grew wildly.She wanted to set the entire dormitory on fire countless times with the alcohol lamp on the table, so that everyone, including him who lived downstairs, would be buried with the innocent and unlucky unborn child.
The fire didn't burn in the end.
Maybe it's because her conscience is still there, maybe she doesn't dare under the constraints of law and morality, maybe... it's because the suffering hasn't pushed her to destruction.
In short, there is no such fire.She kept that incident in her heart.
Until July of this year, when the mist came to the world, the fire that had been in my heart for a long time was finally ignited in a vivid illusion under the birth of malice.
None of the men and women in the first dormitory, the innocent and the perpetrators, escaped.
When the last clip is played, the last flame bubble also bursts.Like a colorful fantasy dream, it all ends in silence in the end.
Fang Yin turned his head to look at the dancing flames in the darkness.
The lingering fear in his heart was still there. Although the injury he had just caused was not fatal, it didn't end after the injury.There was always an uncomfortable feeling in my body, and my back was full of discomfort like being pricked by a needle.
His whole body was sticky, and Fang Yin didn't know whether it was his cold sweat or the blood that hadn't dried up after climbing out of the bathtub.
He lowered his eyes, passed the candle, and walked on.
There was a faint guess in my heart, and the rhythm of my heart beat faster and faster.It's just that he still needs more clues to prove the conjecture in his mind.
Perhaps every illusion they have walked through is not a dream woven out of thin air, but based on reality, those resentments and grievances that have nowhere to vent.The delusion that cannot be expressed in words has buried the seeds of obsession deep in my heart, and under the urging of the fog, it broke through the ground.
In that world, there is their most vicious revenge against the world.
No one can have a good death.
Fang Yin squeezed the center of his brows, and pushed open the next door.
What follows will be the original memory of who it belongs to.
The fourth room is a cold operating table, and the screens of the instruments next to it are not complex values and icons, but images of the past.This is Liu Yao's room.
The fifth room is an unexpectedly warm room filled with all kinds of dolls, including cute and exaggerated plush toys, exquisite wooden dolls, and dolls of various styles.The inner core of each doll is not cotton wool and machinery, but crumpled test papers and report cards.This is Lu Qi's illusion.
Their names, from being extremely perfunctory at the beginning, have gradually become more refined.Fang Yin didn't know if that was their real name, but what he could feel was that as time went by, they seemed to gradually regard the phantom in the illusion as their real self.