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Chapter 45 The mirror of the villa?
A person walked into the mirror maze.

In all directions, tens of thousands of him appeared.

It seems that all of them are the same person, just from different angles.

Actually not.You don't know, each of his expressions and movements has subtle differences.Just like leaves, they all look the same, but in this world, no two leaves are exactly alike.

However, you will never be able to discover this secret, because you only have one pair of eyes, and you can never stare at two images of the same person at the same time.

At night, Mijia has been living in the same room with Fu Shi.

Since the two bedrooms are on the first floor, in the writer's room, Micah's cry in the middle of the night can be clearly heard, but his physiology has no response to this sound, it is even a kind of noise.

He just needs to be quiet.

That night, with his mobile phone in his arms, he kept his eyes open in the dark, without any sleepiness.

Open your eyes, surrounded by darkness.Close your eyes, but you seem to be able to see a lot of things.

In the house, there are still glass and mirrors everywhere.Darkness through glass is still dark, and darkness in a mirror is still dark.

Outside the door, there was a sound of walking on tiptoe, getting closer.

He is alert.

The door was gently pushed open, and a gleaming white figure flashed in, quickly climbed onto the bed, and got into his bed.

He smelled a familiar smell, it was Mijia.She is used to eating pizza, now she comes to eat fried noodles.

She leaned close to the writer's face and asked, "Miss me?"

He turned around reluctantly, hugged her, and said after a long time: "Mitya, I think..."

Mijia put his hand under the writer, rubbed it lightly, and said, "I'm sorry for you these days."

Writer says, "I've got to change my career..."

Mijia stopped and asked, "Why?"

"I'm not cut out for horror stories," says writer.

Mijia was a little upset and said, "Then what are you doing?"

Writer Says: "I Think I Can Tell A Little Love Story..."

Mijia said: "Now that our horror story has been accepted by the audience, if it changes direction, the market is unknown. Also, our show is at midnight, unless you tell a sex story..."

As she spoke, her hands moved again.

The writer was lying still, and Mitya was fiddling with what seemed to be one of his ties.

He can no longer enter Mijia.Since he can only wander outside her door, this changes his fate.

After a long time, Mijia was tired, and muttered in disappointment: "Noodles." Then he crawled out of his bed and went out.

The writer was still staring in the dark.

Looking at the writer from the mirror, the writer is buried under the quilt, but he does not see his heart, his eyes, or his penis, only a mound of nose is left, breathing in and out.

During the day, whenever a writer moves around, he always looks at his feet.

On this day, when he walked out of the bedroom to eat dinner, he hit the glass with a "boom".

Mijia seemed a little annoyed, and said coldly: "It's frosted glass, very expensive! I don't understand, what are you always thinking about when you've lost your mind recently?"

The writer didn't answer, but walked forward, sat down at the dining table, and then said word by word: "I'm counting my steps."

Mijia looked at Fu Shi, Fu Shi lowered his head and poured mustard into the soup, as if he didn't hear it.She asked, "Just for that text message?"

The writer said: "I have been thinking about it recently. How many meals a person eats, how many times he drinks, and how many steps he walks in his life are actually fixed numbers. In other words, one step is less than one step."

Mijia said contemptuously: "You are getting more and more sophisticated. Eat."

The author said: "This statement makes sense. If you look at it from the front to the back, one step more or one less when you are alive will not change the date of your death. But if you look at it from the back, those who died , The total number of steps they took in their life is counted, there will be no more steps and no less steps. From this perspective, when he was alive, he must have taken one step less. Am I clear?"

Fu Shi raised his head, took a quiet look at the writer, and said, "You made it very clear."

The writer also glanced at him, and there was already a kind of fear in his eyes.It was a middle-aged man's fear of a young man, mixed with a normal person's fear of an abnormal person, or an abnormal person's fear of a normal person.

He started to eat.

Recently, his appetite has been greatly reduced, and he only drinks porridge at each meal.

Mijia smiled mockingly, and said while eating: "You mean, if you sit on the bed without moving, you can not die? This is really a good way to live longer, and it should be promoted in our health program .However, if
Everyone is sitting on the bed without moving, where will our food come from? "

The writer heard the voiceover, looked at her embarrassingly, then lowered his head, chewing slowly.

At this time, Mijia's phone rang, she put down her chopsticks, picked it up, and asked in a rough voice: "Who is it?... What advertising money?... Haven't received it yet?... How is that possible!... "

Putting down the phone, Mijia scolded angrily: "Damn, I know all these weirdos!"

After hearing this sentence, the writer and Fu Shi, the two men who eat soft food, looked up at her in unison.

The glass and mirrors in all directions in the villa reflect thousands of Fushi, hundreds of writers, and hundreds of Miya.Thousands of Fushi and thousands of writers, watching thousands of Mijia together.

June 6th is the night of the full moon.

Mi Jia and Fu Shi lay on the bed, silently.

Mijia knew that Fu Shi was not asleep.Moreover, she also knew that he knew that he was not asleep.

Ever since the wolf in the dream suddenly revealed a human smile, as if some secret had been revealed, it disappeared into the night together with that strange dream.

Normally, Fu Shi seldom looked at Mijia squarely, and seldom smiled.

What Mijia is most familiar with is his eternally hard thing in the night.His eyes are strange, his smile is even more strange.

Once, Mijia suddenly thought that this smile seemed to be lying on the ground... His scalp couldn't help but go numb.Thinking about it carefully, it seems like, but not quite like.

That kind of smile is like an acquaintance wearing a strange face, making you guess who he is, and then he walks up and down in front of you, looking at a look that you can't figure out, you can't hold it back, " Puchi" laughed...

In that strange dream, Mijia eagerly looked forward to Fu Shi's appearance every time.If the weird thing that has been following her is Fu Shi himself...

The more Mijia thought about it, the more frightened she became.

——In the dark night, she fell asleep on her side, trekking in panic on the wasteland in the strange dream.And Fu Shi was clinging to her back, like that hairy thing that could never be shaken off in a strange dream...

In the middle of the night, Mijia felt Fu Shi get up.Still without his coat, he walked out silently.

Mijia was a little annoyed——if he was it, then he had been chasing her in dreams for so many days, tonight, she was going to follow him back again!She must know what he is going to do!
On May 5th, which was also the night of the full moon, Fushi disappeared as usual.That time, Mijia wanted to follow him, but he didn't have enough courage.At the time, the writer hadn't lived in a corn garden, and she felt alone.

Today is different, no matter what, there is one more person.

Walking to the writer's bedroom, Mijia knocked on the door.

"Who!"

"Mika."

"Is something wrong?"

"Get up."

"What?"

"He went out again! You go out with me to see where he went."

"Forget it, it's late at night..."

"Why are you so useless!"

"Mitya, my legs hurt badly today..."

If the entanglement continues, Fu Shi will disappear.

Mijia ignored the trash and went out alone.

The brighter the moon, the darker the grass and trees.

Fu Shi seemed to be in a state of sleepwalking. He straightened his body, stretched his neck, and lowered his arms. He concentrated on walking up the Weihu Mountain without looking back.

Mitya was walking in a pair of thick-soled slippers, but the sole and upper of her left foot were broken, so she continued to follow with one shoe and one bare foot.The two feet were unbalanced, and walking was even more tiring. She gritted her teeth, threw away the other slipper, and simply walked with bare feet.

The uneven stone steps hurt the feet, making it uncomfortable.What's more, her right ankle was cut by a thorn, and it hurt hotly.She grew up in Shanghai, and it was the first time she suffered such hardship.

She didn't dare to look at her feet, she kept her eyes fixed on Fu Shi's neck, worried that he would turn around suddenly.

A woman, followed by a man, climbed higher and higher.The grass is getting deeper and the trees are getting denser, and the two people seem to be walking on the body of the hairy thing in the dream.

There is a "hula la" like a bat flying by.Legend has it that bats were transformed from vampires.In the dark woods, there was a lonely bird calling: "Wow——Wah——"

Where is he going?
What the hell is he going to do?
Mijia suddenly thought of the white and tender woman with single phoenix eyes and small mouth in the dream. When she passed by Mijia, she once whispered: When you feel safe, please turn your head...

She stared at Fu Shi's back and walked up the mountain without thinking about what was behind her.Maybe the Fu Shi in front is just a phantom, the real Fu Shi is behind her, following her closely...

She turned her head suddenly and looked back - trees, grass, desolate mountain road, no one.She is far away from the corn garden, far away from the world...

She was even more uncertain.

When she turned her head, she found that Fu Shi had stopped.He seemed to hear something moving.

Mitya jumped into the thatched grass by the side of the road.

She suppressed the rapid panting, looked at him from the thatch, and Fu Shi slowly turned his head...

Mijia almost fainted - she saw Fu Shi's eyes glowing green, they were not human eyes at all!Mijia suddenly thought, this man never opens his eyes at night!
The two beams of green light swept across the grass where Mijia was hiding, and he didn't seem to find any flaws. He turned around again and continued walking up the mountain.

Mijia was limp in the grass, not daring to continue to follow. After Fu Shi walked away, she stumbled down the mountain.

After that night, Mitya moved into another house.

She never had sex with Fu Shi again.

Separation is undoubtedly a hint to Fu Shi.

She didn't dare to chase Fu Shi away directly.

As for the writer, Mijia had given up any hope, and had wanted to drive him away a long time ago.However, she didn't do that.Before Fu Shi left, it was best for this waste to stay in the villa.

Later, she never asked Fu Shi about going up the mountain at night, and the night of the full moon became a kind of taboo between the two of them.She rarely even looked at him, only occasionally looked at him in the mirror.

Every time she looked at him through the mirror, he was looking at himself in the mirror.

(End of this chapter)