If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

When Kassel College was teetering in a sudden earthquake, Beijing, China, ten time zones away, the Earthquake Administration issued a 2.1-magnitude earthquake notice.Not many people took him seriously, only a few people thought of the coastal city that was hundreds of kilometers away from Beijing and suffered a major earthquake some time ago, and were worried about whether there was any connection between the two.

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The lights of the subway went dark, and in a brief exclamation, the carriage shook slightly. Chen Wenwen gently opened her eyes, and clasped her hands together to grab a string of shell necklaces.

In the dark, the screen of the pink mobile phone is still brightly lit. In the crowded carriage, the passengers holding the handrails are pushing each other, the white-collar workers in suits carefully hold their Starbucks coffee, and the young male and female lovers are clinging to each other and talking to themselves Talking about love, the aunt who came home from grocery shopping was squeezed and moaned, still vigilantly protecting her wallet and plastic pockets, which contained discounted carrots that she had just bought from the vegetable market.

The noise yelled from the front of the train to the rear of the train, and the dull air in the carriage was like a boiling pot of water bubbling against an airtight cover. Occasionally, light came in through the gap, which was an advertisement that flickered on and off outside the car window sign, illuminating everyone's face in the blacked-out car.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Chen Wenwen, who was sitting in a daze on the seat, saw that the faces under the white light were all pale, without any expression, and silently looked ahead.Even her own cheeks are so pale and bloodless, the cold light of the tunnel is drawn on her cheeks in twos and twos, like washed-out line drawing peonies hanging on the window, only from the dim outline of black lines and corners can she get out of the strangeness. Find some of your former self.

The sound of the subway was rumbling, and she was a little afraid to continue looking at it, and involuntarily grasped the necklace on her left wrist.

Amidst the buzzing sound of unstable current, there was a clear sound of an electric arc bursting, and the white constant light came back from one end to this end, and the whole carriage returned to brightness, as if the lid of the pot was lifted, and everyone’s The faces are all illuminated, with different reactions in surprise, boredom, and fear. Everyone is looking at each other, like small animals in the forest looking for their way home.

The subway was rumbling forward, and the radio interrupted an announcement in a timely manner. It was just a small voltage instability, and the subway was running smoothly.Only then did everyone sigh softly, swiping their phones, and those in a daze continued to be in a daze.

Chen Wenwen looked at the hustle and bustle in the bright car, and stayed in a daze for a long time before she shivered slightly and came back to her senses. She lowered her head and looked back at the mobile phone she was holding on the dress. On the screen was Several letters in the text box, all of which were sent by parents, the content is probably the same, "it will be fine", "read at ease", "it's all over" appeared very frequently, seemingly normal words But there was an unusually thick worry in it.

She clicked through all the text messages, checked them as read and saved them, and didn't reply until she turned to the last text message, her fingers froze.

That text message had been sent three days earlier, from an unknown local number not in the phone book.

".Wenwen, according to the content of the last conversation, I still sincerely suggest that you come to my office and we have a good chat. It won't take too long of your time, half an hour at most, but I believe that half an hour Whether it is for you or for those who care about you, it will be very meaningful. I will not record the charging time for this conversation, and you don’t need to worry about the follow-up expenses. I have seen too many girls like you, In the end, the road I walked out was not so satisfactory, I want to help you, and I hope you will give me a chance to help you."

She doesn't know how many times she has read this text message silently, and she can feel the care that doesn't seem to be fake with her eyes and lips. She gently slides her pink thumb on the screen, and accidentally touches the blinking cursor in the reply bar to pop up the input method interface. , and immediately closed and exited the interface of the SMS box.

The subway broadcast reminded that the next stop was Yuanmingyuan Station, which was six stops away from her destination, so she was not in a hurry to get off the train, and could take advantage of this time to rest. Her insomnia worsened, and other more important reasons, which made her too limited energy during the day, wanting to nap all the time in her spare time, and never dared to really fall asleep.

Turning off the phone screen, Chen Wenwen leaned on the back of the subway seat and closed her eyes, without wearing anti-noise headphones or listening to comfortable music, because compared to the quiet atmosphere, the rumble of the subway passing by the track would make people feel uncomfortable. She felt relieved, the whispers of those crowds were rumbled down under the rails, which made her feel relieved.

Yes, just like the words in the text messages that were repeated so much that she felt a little tired.

Everything has passed, like a train moving to the next platform, everything has passed.

Her sense of hearing followed the noisy subway up and down in the darkness with her eyes closed, and her mind kept sinking, sinking a little more. The voices of people around her and the rubbing of shoulders made her feel inexplicably as if she was standing at a crowded crossroads. mouth, which made her breathe slightly faster.

It's an annoying illusion, obviously she hates crowded places now, but those trivial voices that can't be suppressed give her a weird illusion.It was like a turbulent stream of people was rushing past her like a sea wave, but she stood still and looked up at the gray sky dully.

The slight tinnitus brought by the rumbling subway, all the chaos in the treble of the tinnitus is co-tuned to one of the staves, and it has been separated from the score and drawn on the white paper that no one cares about.

Following the tinnitus, her mind was a little empty, enjoying the noisy silence, not letting herself think too much about the usual messy things, and drifting along the crowded flow of people at the crossroads little by little until she even herself Neither realize where they are.

This made her consciousness sink more and more, and the world in front of her eyes gradually dimmed, and the light could not even shine into the crowd.

A voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, the sound of footsteps, the sound of neat footsteps sounded around her, like a procession marching forward.

Chen Wenwen, who was dozing off, shivered for no reason, a heart-wrenching emotion surged from her spine to the back of her head, wasn't she on the subway?How can there be a procession marching forward?

She opened her eyes, and what she saw was a pale face, looking at other places, pale and strange faces formed a sea, surrounding her, how strange those faces were, so indifferent, expressionless .

She was not at the subway station, but was really standing in the center of a black intersection, and the pale people around her formed a black crowd, walking forward silently.

She wanted to take a step back, she was in the middle of the crowd, and wanted to get out of the crowd, but at this moment someone pushed her from behind and made her follow the team.

She started to panic and yelled, but no one responded to her. The silent people behind her were dissatisfied with her struggle, and they stretched out their hands and roughly pushed her on the back. Someone even held her shoulders, urging her to let her move forward. Walk.

The crossroads under her feet spiraled up gradually, and she seemed to be engulfed by a silent black wave. The buildings around her collapsed, the sky was gray, and golden fireflies hung in the sky, like eyes critically watching the moving forward. crowd.

This crowd can only keep going up, up, in a solemn and frightening piety, but it doesn't know where the end of the upward movement is.

It was a long and suffocating pain, the consciousness was locked in a cage, the high pressure tore the spirit, and the ubiquitous black current was crowding her, and it penetrated into her body everywhere.

She gradually lost herself in the crowd, she squatted down and stopped moving forward, so countless hands and feet clung to her body and pushed her forward, the white dress and fair skin stood out against the black crowd like an altar on the lamb.

There is a voice in her ear that has been singing slowly, let her follow, don't fall behind, the noble moment is coming.

She didn't know where the end of this terrifying and depressing journey was, she only knew that fear and helplessness were creeping up inch by inch in her skin and blood vessels as if they had taken on an entity, the more she was afraid, the more they The faster she climbed, she happily licked every inch of her skin, and was about to form a thick cocoon on her shell, hiding her, hiding her in a place where no one could find her, secretly buried.

Scream, shout.

But no response.Stubborn resistance only slowed down the progress of the fear occupying the whole body, the voice told her to sleep quickly, to have a dream, a dream that would never wake up.The crowd is getting higher and higher, and the spiral staircase is getting closer and closer to the top.

Until a certain moment, in the darkness, she heard a voice, the door opening.

Someone pushed open a door in the darkness, a beam of light came in from behind the door, and a person stood in front of the light.

The person standing behind the door might not be as heroic and mighty as she imagined, but instead looked a bit stooped. Because of the light behind her, she looked down on that person's face, but she could hear his voice.

But he did call her name.

He walked towards him, stretched out his hand to her blankly, and he also stretched out his hand to hold it, her hand was trying to straighten in the crowd, her fingers trembled unnaturally, but it was just a little bit, It's only a short distance away.

She suddenly realized that this scene seemed like she had repeated it countless times, reached out her hand countless times, and missed it countless times, so they passed by, and the man looked at her in confusion, as if asking her why he didn't grab it his hand.

That person looked at him with such complicated and regretful eyes, so he turned his head and ran down without looking back, just like he did back then.

Of course, she also recognized that person's back, and urgently called out that person's name.

road--

"Well, this classmate, are you okay?"

Someone leaned into Chen Wenwen's ear and asked with concern, even if her voice was kept very low, it was undoubtedly like a thunderbolt to the latter.

The ear-piercing sound of entering the station was like a white thunderbolt tearing apart the black spiral world. On the subway, Chen Wenwen suddenly sat up, as if she had drilled out of the radiant hole, and the drowning person jumped out of the water violently , exposed to the sun, everything in front of him began to brighten up.

Shaking rings, crowded carriages, and the sweet sound of station announcements on the radio, this is still the same subway station. Chen Wenwen, who is still in shock, is sitting on the seat, surrounded by dozing office workers, and the station lights on the door not far away begin to flicker The site of the National Library is stopped immediately.

In front of her, two young men and women shared a hanging ring and stood side by side, with a tall and beautiful figure. Among them, the beautiful girl with a black schoolbag tightened the belt of her schoolbag, and looked hesitantly at the girl in the seat in front of her, who was still in shock. , "This classmate, do you need any help? Your eyes are bloodshot."

Nightmare?

Nightmare.

It was that nightmare again.

She thought, sitting on a metal bench in the subway, looking so haggard.driven to distraction.