When the sound of the train's bones neighing came from afar, Wei Liang suddenly sat up from the bed-his horror did not stem from the fear of the giant drifting beast dormant in the dark, but from the erection of hairs when he woke up at midnight. The tingling sensation.
Wei Liang hurriedly turned on the light, and what caught his eye was the small staff bedroom. From a certain angle of the bedroom window, the two dormitory buildings built by the factory in the early years are naturally glued together. In fact, the planning and layout of the two dormitory buildings are quite similar. They are just separated by a wall and each posted a striking sign so that our visitors and workers will never get lost. The railway naturally lay outside the northern separation wall of the male dormitory, and a "big guy" never stopped running on the lackluster railway. According to our first-generation factory manager, "make this place more like a worker— Factory". However, in recent years, this factory has inevitably declined; a handful of poor bachelors do not go home after get off work, embarrassingly shrunk in small dormitory buildings, like a few clones of a person hiding in several Like in a compartment that never fills up.
Wei Liang lives here alone. In order to divert his attention, he pretended to calmly stepped onto the balcony and leaned forward to look at the bed of no one. Only then did he feel his restless right arm shaking unconsciously. He had to retreat to the bed. The right arm really belonged to him at this time, but it was like a rebel who broke into the interior. Under the dazzling light of the incandescent lamp, Wei Liang noticed that it was not his moustache, but the short hairs on his right arm that stood up, and an ugly lump was curled up, casting a black shadow under the light. Suddenly, the black image dough rubbed and bounced on the floor, and finally pressed deeply on the ground, converging into a palm-sized whirlpool. Wei Liang's jaw shook sharply like being scalded by a hot potato--yes, if we look at the arc formed by the corner of his mouth, he did squeeze out a smile. However, such a monster has completely lost control of the muscles of his cheeks, and the tranquilizer for self-comfort has no effect.
Just as our young man was about to cry out, he discovered a new situation: in the depths of the whirlpool formed by the black shadow, something seemed to be calling him. This weird call did not sound like human language, and was soon replaced by a few babbles filled with vowels. So, dominated by a strong curiosity, our young man put the fear aside, and listened to the mysterious babble from the depths of light and shadow. Wei Liang curled up and approached the sound source in a ridiculous posture. Suddenly, his body lost his balance and fell near the vortex ring, and the right hand that was on the ground unfortunately sank into the vortex ring. Countless fragmented thoughts rose from the ground in an instant, first invaded from the soles of his feet, and finally spread all over his body. This poor man first thought of his own tragic fate, and then thought of the dream that awakened him at midnight, but had been forgotten in the panic-the source of everything. However, an irrelevant belief quickly dominated his mind and became his entire life: Ah, the giant wave—the wavebreaker. Now, he can concentrate all his energy on that right hand.
Finally, the young man struggled to get his right hand out.
The bonus items stuck in the hand are amazing (in fact, the texture and size of the vortex ring determines that it cannot pass through too heavy things), an elusive cloud-like substance, just lying peacefully in danger. Hands. Now, under the solemn conviction and the bravery of looking at everything, Wei Liang even wanted to pinch it, playing like a piece of trophy. He swallowed the thing intuitively, and then struggled to sit down.
He didn't even blink when he was surprised to find that he was sitting on the floor of a train car. The overwhelming palm grove retreats neatly from the car window, and the harmonious sea breeze hangs on the white striped coat of Mr. Wei Liang, as if the medal awarded by the queen was proudly worn on an outstanding knight. Obviously, at the beginning of the breeze, far away from the island where the sight is difficult, the clustered coconut trees must be throwing their ocher fruits that do not match the color of the sea and the sky into the sea, allowing them to pass away with the wind; those lying on the beach to rest People must have been like pieces of sponges, harmoniously blending into the crevices of the bunkers; that seagull—it has nothing to rely on, only by its innate bravery and stubbornness to repeatedly test on the top of the growing waves, Trying to be a glider who dares to ride the waves. Thinking of this, Wei Liang couldn't help but stand up, climbed onto the top of the car with his hands and feet, and yelled, "Hey—hello—" when the train was about to arrive, he mysteriously jumped down again. , Go straight to the people's resting place on the beach. This time, people’s attitudes may disappoint the young people: they turned a blind eye to the danger that rushed into the beach suddenly, or leaned up or down, and smashed their heavy bodies on the soft sand pit—like death.
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Wei Liang gradually calmed down, and a matter related to the "jubo" began to wander in his mind like a ghost. One year, the news that an extreme sportsman lost his life in a surf caused an uproar. At the beginning, people’s compassion was fully mobilized by this sacrificial hero; but when our great witnesses learned from somewhere that the young dead was the son of a rich man, people The cynicism and cursing started to spread unabashedly. At that time, Wei Liang's factory was not so decayed. During lunch, a few young workers of the same age as Wei Liang sat on a stool, dragging their throats and tearing up the story of the surfer who had been utterly rotten by countless people. At this time, Wei Liang made a blank face:
"It would be nice if I could die there one day."
Then they laughed at the same time, and looked at Wei Liang with several eyes. This is the only time Wei Liang has become the idol of workers. But later, this incident was quickly forgotten in a life full of fireworks. The bodies of the deceased are no longer insulted by others, and of course, few people mourn them.
At this moment, Wei Liang finally knew where the "wavebreaker" myth came from. He wanted to easily leave his imagination and return to the broken bed-like easily ending the memory of the "surfer incident". Unfortunately, all efforts were in vain: he failed.
Wei Liang began to feel restless. However, with the protection of faith that envelops his body, he will not be crushed yet. At this moment, a figure came into Mr. Wei Liang's eyes: a young girl was walking slowly on the sand. From a distance, her figure is so generous and simple—just like two closely connected triangles, forming her graceful body and torso. In an instant, all the boredom of failure was thrown into the sea. Wei Liang just wanted to immediately wash away the pain and humiliation that had been lost in all beings for twenty years...Oh, he could no longer imagine, he just wanted to pull the walking girl over , Let her be the witness of her adventurous performance-yes, this time, it will never be someone else, but the unique Mr. Wei Liang-only he is the protagonist who rides the sampan over the huge waves. He walked to the girl. He no longer worried that what he was facing was a stone—the young girl’s energetic walking posture fully demonstrated that she was different from those adults, she was a qualified communicator and witness. He can even imagine how happily he would shout in his heart when he merged with the sampan and stepped through the highest wave: "Seagulls, fly too low!" Then, over there. In the surprised eyes of a young girl, he had no regrets even if he fell to death.
He just walked stubbornly towards the girl.
Only when he observed the girl up close, did he deeply notice that in addition to the innocent brilliance scattered from her brown pupils, she also reflected a trace of fear. Before he could speak, the girl turned pale and whispered:
"The adults let me tell you, sir, you don't belong to this world..."
Wei Liang's heart immediately shrank in pain. He restrained the urge to jump into the sea, however, he had collapsed. At this time, he even forced a smile, trying to put the poor girl who was disliked by the adults in his arms, to comfort him. But this kind of over-intimacy was misunderstood by the poor little girl-she avoided it in fear. At this time, if our all-knowing masses are fortunate enough to witness this scene, I am afraid that the desolate beast has not been beaten to death by the warrior, and is still here with teeth and claws in an attempt to commit violence. Now, the black line between the sea and the sky suddenly shrank, and a shadow stretched out, forming a deep circle of matter. Wei Liang desperately grabbed the little girl's hand. However, when the vortex circle opened, the girl who existed on this side of the world remained motionless; just on the other side, there was a scream of cracking bones...
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Wei Liang is being pushed into the intensive care unit of the hospital. According to the neighbors who called the police in the middle of the night, this poor man was often in a trance after being injured and leaving his job-this time he even swallowed a light bulb. At the side of the numerous volumes, Weiliang’s medical records were picked out and spread out:
Symptoms: Delirium (phantom limb syndrome)...