Wanderer of the whirling world

The evening sky is late, the light clouds are clear and the evening is cloudy.

The sun has already set, and the crimson glow in the west has dyed half of the sky a poignant water red.

Under the rays of the sun, there was a line of mist, and the ground was rendered dark, making it even more desolate and desolate.

Xin Ziqiu was so dazzled by the sunset that he opened his eyes, and found himself sitting on a bench, wearing a strange blue and white striped pajamas.

At this time, the twilight is strong, but the night has not yet fallen.

who am I?
Where am i?

What should I do?
Xin Ziqiu's mind went blank, and he felt that his memory seemed to be missing a lot. He couldn't even remember his name and where he was.

So he raised his head, looked around, and saw a quiet artificial lake not far from the south, the lake water was slightly blue, reflecting the red clouds in the sky, like flowers blooming on the other side.

Looking around, there is an open square in the north, on which is a huge yin-yang fish and eight trigrams picture. Many old men and old ladies are doing Tai Chi slowly, with neat and consistent steps.

On the sidewalk between the lake and the square, there are pedestrians walking their dogs for a walk, and there are many students who have just returned from school and carry schoolbags, in twos and threes, full of vigor.

And in the flower beds on both sides of the road, there are colorful flowers, which look extraordinarily beautiful in the mist like rain and dew.

……

I've been here before, it seems to be a park, what's it called?

A sense of déjà vu filled Xin Ziqiu's heart, but he was even more puzzled.

Why do I remember this?Can't even remember your own name?

Just as he was hesitating, there was a sudden burning pain in his left arm, which was piercing.

He subconsciously pulled up the left sleeve, exposing his arm, and saw a few scrawled blood characters crookedly carved on it:
"Don't trust her..."

The scars penetrated deep into the skin, and the blood was still wet, scarlet and shocking.

Moreover, after the word "she", there seems to be more meaning, as if there is something to be written, but it is forcibly interrupted.

Xin Ziqiu was horrified, and vaguely felt that the handwriting was his own, but he couldn't remember when he left this mark.

Who is "she"?

Just as he was contemplating, a middle-aged woman in a white coat and short wavy hair came over and frowned when she saw Xin Ziqiu:
"Xiaodong, why are you in a daze here, and you haven't come home so late? Are you sick again?"

Xiaodong?Are you calling me?

Xin Ziqiu was stunned, and looked up at this woman, only to see that she was over 50 years old, with a long donkey face that was bloated, greasy, dull, and abnormally pale, with a hint of blue-gray.

There were two deep holes in the woman's eye sockets, with a pair of dazed taupe eyes staring straight at her, but the focus didn't seem to be on him.

Instinctively, Xin Ziqiu wanted to stand up and follow her, but suddenly he remembered the blood on his arm.

"Don't trust her..."

Do you want me not to trust this woman?

With a thought in his heart, he forcibly restrained his inexplicable thoughts, sat where he was, and pretended not to hear.

"Follow me quickly!"

Seeing that Xin Ziqiu didn't respond, the woman immediately raised her voice.

At the same time, the pop songs playing on the loudspeakers in the park stopped abruptly. All the old men and old ladies who were practicing Tai Chi, the pedestrians walking their dogs, and the elementary and middle school students carrying their schoolbags back home all stopped their movements. They turned their heads to look at him in unison.

The eyes of these people are full of malice and resentment, but there are weird smiles on their faces.

Xin Ziqiu was slightly taken aback, a trace of struggle appeared on his face, but in just a split second, his eyes became submissive, he stood obediently, and said hastily:

"Yes, Aunt Yun, I'm sorry, I'll go home with you right now."

He felt very uneasy in his heart, how could he behave himself, he fell ill again today, unexpectedly ran away from home again inexplicably.

Probably made the "Aunt Yun" in front of her anxious for a while.

Moreover, the time for making up lessons for younger brothers and sisters has passed, and they are sicker than myself. If they do not learn knowledge, their health will become worse and worse, and the consequences will be disastrous!

I have to follow Aunt Yun home quickly, or it will be too late!

For a moment, Xin Ziqiu felt that the big piece of memory he had lost had come back completely.

Or, he doesn't care that much anymore.

Thinking of this, he realized that the behavior of everyone in the park had already returned to normal.

The old people are still leisurely punching and exercising, and the pedestrians walking their dogs are still walking in twos and threes, whispering.

The students were wearing school uniforms and carrying huge schoolbags, complaining to each other about too much homework and the teacher being too strict...

Those eyes full of hatred and evil just now disappeared long ago.

Alas, my hallucinations are getting worse, Xin Ziqiu patted his head.

The weird things he saw just now were probably all imagined when he was sick.

Feeling slightly depressed, Xin Ziqiu's body did not dare to neglect, followed behind "Aunt Yun", walked quickly across the arch bridge over the lake, crossed a lawn, and walked straight forward. After a while, he came to a place behind the park. Wide courtyard.

Aunt Yun took out a bunch of keys and opened the tall iron gate. When Xin Ziqiu came in, she closed the door again with a bang, and re-fastened the big lock as thick as a thumb.
Xin Ziqiu walked and watched, the neighbors at home were still the same, like himself, they all liked to wear blue and white pajamas.

Next door, Uncle Song, with a magnificent appearance, was yelling loudly at the air with his hands behind his back, pointing at Fang Qiu, and he was passionate and majestic.

On the other hand, Old Man Li on the corner of the street is a bit like a rat-headed man, always huddling in a corner and talking to himself, not knowing what secrets he hides.

Xin Ziqiu felt that he was very familiar with them, but a little strange, and before he had time to recall them carefully, he followed the steps and followed Aunt Yun into a four-story building in the small courtyard.

This building is obviously a brand new building from the outside, but after entering, the inside is gloomy and mottled.

It seems that this is not a bright building, but an underground tomb that has been buried for an unknown period of time, which makes people feel unspeakably creepy.

The two of them didn't care about the cold surroundings and went straight up to the second floor. The woman suddenly said to Xin Ziqiu:
"Xiaodong, you are late for class today..."

Xin Ziqiu showed embarrassment:
"My amnesia has relapsed again, and I will take the medicine on time next time."

The woman stood at the door of a rusty iron gate, and said to Xin Ziqiu very seriously:
"Xiaodong, go in quickly, the younger brothers and sisters are already waiting impatiently, you are the elder brother, you must teach them well."

Xin Ziqiu nodded:
"understand!"

With that said, he pushed open the iron door and walked in...

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