Facts have proved that on Line 13 during the evening rush hour, there are indeed many more passengers in the Dongzhimen direction than in the Xizhimen direction. Lu Mingfei’s calculation is correct. When the subway passes Shangdi Station, no matter the people waiting on the platform
, or the number of passengers in the carriage began to decrease sharply.
The people waiting on the white-lit platform shrouded in the orbital corridor are no longer as crowded as the previous stations. Looking out the glass of the arched building, the sky in BJ has also completely darkened. It is worth mentioning that
Line 13 is not a subway line that runs in underground tunnels throughout the entire journey. On the contrary, most of the line runs above ground as you travel towards Xizhimen.
There are sparse green plants on both sides of the densely packed catenary on both sides of the railway track. Further away, there are buildings standing in the dark. Because of the darkness, only some outlines can be seen. The hollowed out outlines of each household are
With the lights on, those buildings are like crystal products, beautiful but fragile. The bright yellow street lights on the street illuminate the rows of traffic with red taillights. There is a strange desertion in the bustling city because of the distance.
Chen Wenwen gently held the boy's head on her lap with her left hand and put her right hand on his back. For some reason, she could feel the boy's heartbeat. It was definitely not a normal heartbeat. It was strong and powerful, but the heartbeat was surprisingly slow.
, every tremor of jumping was transmitted from the skin to her whole body.
At the same time, there was a terrible heat. She felt that what she was holding in her arms was not a person, but a ball of red-hot coals. The scorching temperature rose little by little, making her lower limbs feel hot.
She was slightly numb, but even so she didn't say a word. She bit her lip and stared blankly at the fleeting lights that were either cold white or warm yellow outside the subway window. She looked a little dazed and her thoughts were wandering.
Chen Wenwen remembers that before she chose to see a psychiatrist, a friend of hers from the Department of Psychology at Peking University said something to her. The general meaning is that if a person finds that his or her psychology is deteriorating, it is not that the person himself is sick, but
Because the environment around that person is subtly becoming worse and worse.
Judging from the theory of my friend from the psychology department, the basic theory is that human psychology only reflects the surrounding environment in a normal and reasonable way. If you advise them to adapt to the environment and adjust themselves, it is tantamount to asking them to accept the mistakes they are in.
Compromise the environment. But what really needs to change is the surrounding environment rather than being obsessed with changing yourself - wearing an oxygen mask and listening to songs in the gas chamber, knitting sweaters, finding different hobbies to relax yourself, no matter what you think about it,
ridiculous.
She felt that she was very ill. She had long been sensitive to the changes in the world around her. She tried to reject the impact of this change on herself, but she failed.
Then she gradually understood that everything would not get better.
If you see sparks on your body, put it out. If you can't, then you can only watch the sparks burn your skin bit by bit, turning your whole person into a torch. Those that come with it.
Pain, such as the torment of ant bites, is a matter of time. Therefore, people on fire will run wildly, baring their teeth and claws, not because the flames behind them cause them much pain, but because they know how tragic their end will be in the end.
The reason why Chen Wenwen was panicking was probably just because she was afraid of the pain and suffering that would surely come. She spent countless nights witnessing the coming of those changes. Those nightmare-like things eroded her inside and outside bit by bit, warning her that disasters and bad things were coming.
.So she will choose to seek help and see a psychiatrist - people who are dying always need some comfort that is better than nothing.
But now, with the impending disaster, the fears that tormented him in her heart gradually melted away, replaced by peace of mind.
Because of a coincidence, or perhaps the necessity of fate, she saw in advance what those hardships and pains would look like when they really happened to a person.
He should have been crazy, despairing, or had a drastic change in temperament.
According to his past character, he should be more fragile than himself, and driven to madness by pain just like himself.
But in the end, he was sitting next to him, with a miserable look on his face, but he still did not forget to comfort himself that everything would get better and things would always get better.
In comparison, her fear and constant depression were like unfounded jokes. But unexpectedly, she did not feel that such jokes were embarrassing, but felt strongly at ease. His attitude and his jokes all seemed like
Tell her an indisputable fact, as he said, the thing you are afraid of is not big, I can handle it, I will handle it.
People in distress and helpless people always hope that someone will tell them that the disaster is not terrible. In this way, the companions in the hospital can pat you on the shoulder and tell you, don't worry, I have encountered the same thing as you, it is just a small accident.
I'm sick, after seeing the doctor, shall we go eat KFC at night? It's a crazy Thursday buy one get one free.
Like something he would say.
This actually makes Chen Wenwen always feel that he is growing every time they meet, and the only one standing still is herself.
The wind of youth once blew her up high, bathing in the sunshine and breeze, and then dropped her mercilessly to the ground, with dead leaves and branches blowing across her cheeks. He could bend down to pick himself up when he was clearly in front of him,
And it was often difficult for him to say hello, but he still said it unexpectedly as before, opening his eyes wide and smiling and saying "Long time no see" (actually, Lu Mingfei's smile may be more of an unconscious smile, but in Chen Wenwen's case,
But my eyes are covered with a meaningful filter. Zi Feiyu.).
Are you moved? Maybe a little.
But more than anything, he was still confused and confused. He sat on the street and talked to himself, turning a deaf ear to the past unhappiness. It was once said that it was reconciliation, but the grudge was still a grudge, a scar that remained on the skin and would never be eliminated.
The same is true for the relationship between people. If scars are left, it means that there will never be a possibility of reconciliation. No matter how you use adhesive to patch the crack, it can only be diluted and never eliminated.
This also leads to the truth that he has definitely not forgotten the grudge, but has probably accepted it. Although the emotional scars are difficult to eliminate, you can choose to accept it. Being mature makes her somewhat.
I can't say anything that I can't say, and I feel shameful even thinking about it in my heart.
That's great, she thought. But she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
But generally speaking, according to her character, she feels that this kind of regret is not without beauty. This is the law of the world, and what is lost is always the best.
And regrets are just regrets. She thinks regrets are beautiful. In fact, the real beauty is just the illusions conceived countless times at night, if there are no regrets. Walking on the road by the river full of dandelions, 99 roses in the paper pocket.
The fingers of the boy in his arms, covered by the coat, twitched slightly, and the hanging nails scratched the metal seat, making a slight hissing sound.
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[The terminal station is Xizhimen Station. Please bring your belongings and prepare to get off the train. Thank you for choosing BJ Subway. Welcome to take the No. 13 subway train again. Goodbye. 】
The subway entered the Xizhimen above-ground platform at the terminal station. The few passengers in the car began to get off one after another. People quietly poured out of the car from the door on the right and entered the subway station. Under the sound of footsteps and the small noise of the crowd,
, the carriage quickly became silent.
Chen Wenwen did not get up, but felt a chill. The autumn night should have been cold, but the cooling she felt at this moment was by no means a physical temperature, but a kind of coldness from vision to hearing, and even that unknown whether
Existing, defined coldness of the soul.
She gradually raised her head, and her eyes followed the cold white car lights from the front to the end of the train. Every window in the carriage refracted the cold light, showing a cool white color. She saw the heat left on the nearby metal handrail.
The handprints underneath gradually melted away. Moving forward, those metal handrails stood, repeating and repeating side by side with the same-style seats leaning against the wall. Until through the partition glass between the carriages, one could see the other section of the car.
What you see in the carriage is still a repetitive scene. It's like an endless corridor. The white light shines on the painted walls of the corridor and reflects the blue. The quiet blue and cold white dyed in the space are reflected again in the gaps.
Covered in black shadows.
Repetition, repetition, repetition of color and space brings a false sense of emptiness and infinite extension.
The windows of the subway car were all filled with refracted white light, and the familiar Xizhimen platform could not be seen outside. The fan of the ventilation system kept making noise inside the subway train above, so the sight could only be directed to the front of the car, but everything was there.
All I could see was the blue-white cold light, the endless repetition, and the dead silence.
What Chen Wenwen didn't know was that students were taught a piece of knowledge in the classroom at Kassel College, called "liminal". The word comes from the Latin "limen", which means "intermittent or ambiguous state."
, meaning the boundary in physical concepts.
Liminality often occurs in the state of space. The emergence of liminality often brings a sense of uneasiness and weirdness to people in the environment. The deconstructed principle of this weirdness is that the essence of liminal space is a
An intermediate state in which one state transforms into another state.
Often the former state is a well-known reality, while the latter state is unknown.
The meaning of liminal space is clearly defined by Professor Freeman of the Alchemy Department of Kassel College as "the transitional space between the starting point and the destination", and reminds all students who are taking his class that once they are in reality
If you find that the environment you are in is consistent with the described "liminal space" in an environment related to dragons, please escape immediately. If you cannot escape, then please be prepared to fight.
A hand stretched out from behind the baffle of the front carriage next to the partition door, and gently held the armrest close at hand. At this moment, Chen Wenwen realized that there were still people in the carriage, and she did not get off when she arrived at the terminal.
Among all the passengers, there were also people like them sitting quietly in the train waiting.
Her eyes inevitably fell on the owner of that hand. The hand holding the armrest was slender and straight. From this, she could conclude that the other person's height must not be too high, but the maintenance of his fingers and skin could make any person happy.
Every woman would envy her. She was as fair and tender as a newly born child. Under the cold light of the subway car, what Chen Wenwen thought of was the dead people in the morgue.
Therefore, it is reasonable that she did see a dead man, a dead man who she thought had died long ago under the judicial judgment and the bullet of the law.
A petite woman in a pure white suit is sitting in the carriage of the terminal train on Line 13. She is sitting very casually, with her back completely leaning on the metal seat, her right hand holding the armrest beside her, and her expressionless face closed.
His eyes were lowered slightly, like a passerby returning home from work after a tiring day.
Chen Wenwen kept staring at the woman's face. The nightmare scenes in her memories began to come back. The suffocating black foam kept churning and bursting. The extreme emotional reversal caused the heart rate to inevitably soar. The process of the heart
The speed brought about a strong feeling of vomiting, which made her mentally trance-like. In the cold white and blue light, and in the complicated space, she began to be unable to distinguish whether all this was a dream or a real reality.
paco.
Chen Wenwen remembers this woman's name.
The petite woman lowered her head and waited. No one knew what she was waiting for. She was waiting for the train to restart, or for new passengers to get on the train. Or it was both.
The piercing alarm sounded on the subway train without any warning, and the monotonous and loud alarm echoed in all the cars, reminding the people in the car that the established state had begun to transition to a new state.
Chen Wenwen raised her head and looked at the car door not far away. The red light at the top of the door kept flashing. It was the lift light for opening the door. These alarms were also reminders to open and close the door when arriving at the station.
Immediately afterwards, amidst the sound of sirens, the doors of each carriage suddenly opened at the same moment. The iron doors opened too fast and hit the gap between the folding layers, making a huge steel impact sound!
Dense footsteps sounded in the quiet space, and figures one after another slowly walked into the carriage. Those people were male and female, and they were dressed in different styles. They carried various weapons in their hands.
Triangular thorns, daggers, steel wires, and firearms. Different appearance features coincide with the same identity: bounty hunter.
The alarm in the carriage stops.
Dead silence.
In the dead silence, there was a soft sound of a coat falling to the ground.
Paco slowly opened her eyes on the seat. After an indifferent pause, she raised her head and looked at the end car at the end.
Her sight shuttled through the cold white light and repetitive spaces, winding past the hunters who were ready to go one after another, piercing through the chilling murderous intention wrapped in the closed environment, and finally
, stopped at the end of the line on the man who stood upright at some point.
The man left the stunned girl's lap and arms and was bathed in the cold light. The cold light in the carriage washed over his body surface, and the dense scales that opened and closed trembled on his neck, cheeks and exposed skin. The ventilation fan was on.
The train whirred in the cracks above his head, but he could not get rid of the nauseating smell of blood. The blazing red-gold eyes split the white and blue space, and inside was hatred and quiet burning.
Malice.
At the starting point of the line of sight, Paco nodded, which was also her satisfaction with all her expectations. So she greeted the scaly and armored guy from a distance: "Good evening."