——Wanqi Linmu is smarter than...imagined...

The thin lines danced gracefully.

An ancient costume doll carved from Wuqiu wood is stepped on the red grid and yellow pages. The wide lantern is pulled by thin threads, like a...

puppet.

The puppet held a pen, blue and black ink flowing out straight handwriting.

Even in the darkest place, Luo Shen was still wearing sunglasses, and the gentlest smile spread on the corners of his lips.

The pianist-like fingers are playing gracefully, pulling the puppet.

He said softly: "Wanqi Linmu... is smarter than he imagined."

Wheel wheels—

Dim.

cramped.

Humid and cold.

Mixed with all kinds of cheap scents.

Instant noodles, burgers, lunch boxes, and even the smell of sweat, the strong "boil" into a big pot...

——It's a train.

The night was heavy, and a train was driving rapidly on the tracks.

Wheel wheels—————

The lights that were not in contact with were flickering and dark, creaking and all the parts in the car were screaming with toothache.

There are six people in the sleeper pavilion and one carriage. I don’t know if it is the off-season, but the whole carriage is empty, with only Wanqi Linmu and Luo Shen.

Wanqi Linmu and Luo Chan sat opposite the lower bunk of the car, separated by a narrow aisle, as if they were crossing the strait.

Wanqi Linmu held his cell phone in his hand, leaned his head against the railing on the lower bunk, and his head was bit by bit, like a sleepy bug, slowly sinking into his dreamland.

Luo Shen sat opposite him, holding a delicate and miniature comb in his hand, gently combed his hair on the doll carved from Wuqie Wood.

The big hand with a distinct skeleton is penetrated through the doll's soft hair, and it is taken care of little by little, without any rush or slowness, gentle and gentle.

"Sleep..."

Luo Chan suddenly spoke and whispered to himself: "A smart person is always unprepared."

“It’s really distressing…”

Luo Shen gently put the doll aside.

Click—

Open the black instrument box.

Spread your palms evenly and stroke them in the instrument box.

I didn't see how he moved, and the thin lines in the instrument box were wrapped around Luo Shen's fingers.

Five fingers are one, pulling thin lines.

Click... click!

The puppet doll sitting on the bed under the train suddenly tilted its head and slowly raised its head at a strange angle.

Facing the flashing lights, a shallow smile spread across the delicate wooden cheeks.

The puppet climbed up and danced on the letter paper...

——Wanqi Linmu is smarter than...imagined...

——We... have...learn... city.

——Will... continue... to approach...Wanqi Linmu according to the plan.

——Bring a good feeling.

The puppet sent the letter paper into the faith, and folded the envelope with two small and fair palms devoutly.

call--

Following a strong wind, I threw it out of the window.

Disappeared in the dark night...

“Um…”

A gust of cold wind, Wanqi Linmu curled up, and subconsciously shrank his neck.

Bang!

The cell phone, which was crooked in its hand, instantly landed on the sleeper of the train.

Next second.

Wanqi Linmu also turned around and fell down without leaning against the railing.

As if he saw it, Luo Shen quickly reached out and caught the fallen Wanqi Linmu without letting him hit the narrow ground in the aisle.

Wanqi Linmu had not woken up, but was still asleep, and was already asleep.

Luo Shen smiled, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Holding Wanqi Linmu, he crossed the aisle like the strait and sat on Wanqi Linmu's sleeper.

Gently put the person flat, Wanqi Linmu lay on Luo Shen's legs.

Continue to sleep soundly.

"Dream?"

Luo Shen murmured in a low voice, as if he was afraid of waking Wanqi Linmu, and his voice was particularly gentle.

"What did you dream about?"

Wanqi Linmu naturally would not answer Luo Shen.

Luo Shen didn't seem to want the other party to answer.

Instead, he said, "Do you mind if you see me?"

Luo Chan raised his hand and said that the "warm big hand" was lower than expected, gently covering Wanqi Linmu's eyes.

Take off your sunglasses.

In the light of the carriage, Luo Shen took off his sunglasses and slowly opened his eyes with his lightly closed eyes...

Eyes that are lighter than ordinary people.

There is no focal length, it is chaos.

The "confused" eyes are even more gentle, as if Luo Shen's most deadly gentle land.

In a flash, a picture appeared in front of Luo Shen.

——It is Wanqi Linmu’s dream.

The dream is desolate.

It was bare and covered in gray soil.

It seems that the heaven and earth before the creation of the world were connected in chaos.

On the gray hillside.

There is no tree.

Groups of graves bury the mountains of dust along the mountains.

In the haze fog and the wet wind, a stone tablet with a horn-falling erected.

——Wings Looking at the Mountain.

This is Wanqi Linmu's dream.

Wanqi Linmu was wearing a white robe.

Standing alone on the top of the mountain.

Looking down at the desolate grave under your feet...

The black winding chains bind the neck, wrists, feet and elbows, and even cling to every joint of Wanqi Linmu.

Extend all the time.

Snake.

Melt into the dusty mist.

Integrate into the endless wings and looking at the mountain.

“Get out of here.”
To be continued...