Nightcrawler (folk tale)

"The sky is dry, be careful of the candles." The sky is dry, be careful of the candles..." It is already more in, Uncle Chai's lights are flickering, and the moths of the summer night will fly in pairs. He continued to march unhurriedly, and with each step he took, there were a few more moths on the side of the candle. A drop of candle wax dripped down, the candle light became weaker and weaker, and the moth struggled to hug forward. A glimmer of wind blew through, and it fell on the wings that flew up one after another, and perhaps, the light that you and I could not see with the naked eye.

"You should go into the light and see. Believe me, it's just the darkness before dawn. He will always remember saying this to him on that rainy afternoon. He believed. How could he not believe her? There was no sunlight in his world, and her presence brought him a glimmer of light. Or maybe she was his light.

"Haha, blind, ugly..." It was the first time he had groped around the path lined with magnolias with his staff in the daytime, and he heard such a voice. Previously, he had been accompanied by his mother pacing in the moonlight. Probably because the flowers in the moonlight are more fragrant, he thought. His mother never explained this, but he was curious about the day when he had never set foot. I heard my neighbor's grandmother say that in such a sunny and sunny day, the cold willow wind mixed with magnolia incense is particularly intoxicating. He gladly went to it, but he heard such sarcastic words. He knew that they called blind people blind. But are you ugly? He didn't know. He may never even know. But since it can cause them to be so mocking, it must be.

That time, he smelled the fragrance of magnolia in the sun, a warm fragrance that was not found in the night. So he went anyway, in another windy and sunny day. But the rough taunt suppressed the fragrance of the flowers, and the sound eroded his internal organs with the force of destruction and decay, like a kind of bone-chilling coolness that fell into a cold ice pool, almost suffocating. But he was a strong man after all, and he held back, clenching his upper teeth and biting his lower lip, suppressing the great grief, abandoning his staff and running toward the overgrown hills behind the path.

He sat on the floor, burying his head between his legs, deeply buried. The unkempt strands of hair were stained with grass seeds, and two lines of clear tears dripped silently. He seemed to understand that it was not that the flowers were more fragrant at night, but that he had to try to avoid harm by hiding in the darkness that was unique to the night. He was a terrible man, and he was not a strong and open-minded person. The darkness of the long time also made him tired, and the only way to walk in the light was to live in isolation, and the small hill that had stumbled into it was a good place to go. At least, there was no noisy human voice, and he was able to enjoy a moment of peace and tranquility, and the sun shining on the equality of all beings.

But can he really be completely safe in the daytime? No, it's not possible. The distorted faces of bystanders from giggles appeared in his mind, becoming his lingering nightmare in the middle of the night. Is he really so annoying? The answer is yes. He slapped his head and cheeks like crazy, and when he was exhausted, he cried with a headache, he really didn't understand the point of such a lingering breath.

Until I met her. She told him that tea was drunk to quench thirst, eating to live, and living itself was only to live. There is nothing that cannot be tolerated, because when you die, there is nothing left.

What kind of girl is she?

Sunset hills, broken sounds, fresh and far-reaching aroma. He was blind, but he could feel the fragrance that did not belong to this barren land. It was the magnolia incense that had fascinated him and lured him into the light. He wanted to find it, and he was afraid of being injured again by being exposed to the crowd. He stood up and stood where he was, but the fragrance of flowers seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.

"To you." He heard a crisp and gentle voice. It is not a silver bell, but a silver bell. At that moment, it was as if the fragrance of flowers and the beauty of the sound were presented in front of his eyes. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it. He hesitated as he spread his palms, and something fell into his palm, feeling the warmth of the slightest trace. He tentatively touched it with his fingertips, soft, one flap pulled open, another flap.

"Do you like it?" The sound was close and closer. She must have been waiting for his answer, but how would he respond?

"I can't actually see it." Falling into silence, she might have been looking into his eyes.

"Do you smell the flowers?" She asked.

"Smell it!" He answered truthfully.

"Do you think it's beautiful?"

"So fragrant, the petals are soft in texture, presumably beautiful."

"Since you know that its fragrance and beauty are gathered, it is not enough to judge whether you like it or not?" Being able to see its form is a quick thing, but everything in this world is infinitely scarce, and the range of eyes is uneven, and sometimes it may not be able to choose the best. If you know its beauty without seeing its body, why should we be confined to seeing and not seeing? ”

The birdsong of the leaves and her voice are in the ears, comparable to the natural sounds. Even if his heart was surrounded by four solid walls, it could not block this bright light.

In the blue sky and distant afternoon, he told her heartily. She, in her capacity as a person who came over, led him to the scriptures to review the previous dust and explain. He still couldn't see anything, and he could still hear malicious teasing. He was also sad and sad, but no longer shed tears. Always remembering her words like the encouragement of the spring breeze, she survived this long frozen night with a little warmth.

The desire to see the bright world is growing day by day. He didn't want to see all the rivers and mountains, but he wanted to see the face of the girl he was thinking about. If one day, he would personally fold the magnolia that had just bloomed in the branches, wear it on her bun, stare at her and smile, hold her hand, and enjoy the long stream of water with her.

He underwent a cornea transplant, as if it never required much courage. The feeling of the knife cutting through it is painful, painful and fast. Before he could even remove the bandage, look at the flesh on which he depended, look at the parents who gave birth to him, look at the heavenly clouds and water bottles, he rushed toward the small hill of the past, the place where he and she shared memories. Once there, he sang slowly, he danced slowly, they used literary dialogue with great charm, she was Cao Yi out of the water, he was Wu Dai Dangfeng...

Now, he was finally able to look closely at the sunlight shining on her face, all around her. He couldn't wait to untie the knot in the bandage, and the bandage fell round and round, and an unprecedented burning spur made his eyes hurt. But what does this mean?

I think I should be able to walk through the crowd frankly, this happy place is also a sad place. He still plucked up his courage and walked by with a strong sense of composure. He tried his best to look around with his eyes wide open, and he saw that the child who was fighting had calmed down, and then he scattered, and his mouth kept muttering, "Ugly monsters are coming, run away..." He did not say no, right when they did not see that they were already clear-eyed.

It didn't matter, as long as she understood. He sped up his pace and just moved forward, clearly feeling a familiar fragrance lingering in front of him. Is she still there?

The wind blows the fairy song fluttering, like a neon dress feather song. There's no doubt it's her. He approached quietly and held out his hands over her eyes. She didn't say a word, just gently brushed away his hand and looked back at him. Could she see the tenderness in his eyes, and how much he longed for her. In the instant when his eyes intertwined, he felt an inexhaustible chill in her eyes.

Tell him how to accept? Why is this so? This shouldn't have been the case. But he was sure he hadn't misread it, he just really didn't understand what the reason was.

He took a small step forward, trying to get closer to her. She took a big step back.

"We shouldn't be so close." This sudden word, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, surprised him.

His flesh and blood surged upwards, unable to suppress the ups and downs in his heart, and pressed his palm tightly against her shoulder: "What does this mean?" Jun zeng remembered the magnolia incense chanting floating life, and the jun covenant to the next day to promote the knee? How I long to be close to you, but I am blind and afraid of light. Now that you have finally seen the light after hardships, why have you rejected me thousands of miles away? "We just met in pingshui, each warming each other through the roller blinds to get what we needed." If it is so difficult to be a pure confidant, it is better to cut it off. Then I have to warn that platonic love is not real, at least not in this world. ”

His hand slipped off, and she turned away, determined to make him realize thoroughly that he was nothing more than a dispensable passerby to her.

Leaving him alone is like the first time he hid here because of the ridicule of others, and he was lonely and sad. He suddenly remembered the phrase "ugly and strange", was the reason why he was not popular was not just because he was blind?

Or, now that the matter is over, what else is unacceptable? He came close to the stream, and the water was clear. He leaned down, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again, looking at his reflection in the water. He lived in the dark for a long time, and he did not know the beauty and ugliness. Now I am better than herself.

Perhaps this was the reason why she was still ridiculed after seeing the light, and it was also the reason why she did not want to be close to him. If this is the truth, he would rather never know the truth or see the light.

It may be okay to forget the pain, but it is not easy to forget her. Whether she meant it or not, it was indeed her spring wind and rain that gave him a glimmer of light in the endless darkness, and he was able to spend the long night through this faint light, looking forward to the dawn.

To him, she is light and hot, a beautiful April day on earth; What about her? He didn't want to think any further. She had only given him a dying flower, or perhaps had just happened to guess what was in his heart, fulfilling a utopian dream that she had never wanted to end up in a nightmare.

But he was a clown from beginning to end, in the eyes of the world, and in her eyes. Perhaps his fault was to stray into the light, to be attracted to the day by the fragrance of flowers, so that there was a gap in his heart, and he was tempted by a flower that did not belong to him to open his eyes, and finally ended up burning the flesh and blood blurred by the strong light.

The day could not accommodate him, and the light expelled him. He should be hidden in the darkness forever, walking alone, seeing nothing but pure, and his heart not moving.

He closed his eyes and still walked home on the deserted path. He will never set foot on that bright path again, always intoxicating with flowers; He would not come close to any flower, no matter how delicate it was.

He never opened his eyes again. Since then, in the long night, there has been one more blind palm lamp person.