-the first chapter from "attend to city"
Zero degree is a wet and cold time. The last moment of yesterday and the first moment of today blend together, hiding ambiguous and mysterious meanings, like the tide spreading in the dark, inadvertently diving into the depths of the years, emitting the remnants of a beast, tired and sad.
The end and the beginning are quietly entangled at this moment.
At this time, ghosts came with the wind, looking for traces of past lives in the wilderness. He doesn't know that thousands of years can drown the prosperity of decades, and he doesn't know that the past life of more than 20 years is in a hurry.
In his memory, in the depths of the overgrown wilderness, a noisy and prosperous ancient road, cornices and arches of pavilions, quiet and peaceful bridges and flowing water were paved, and the grand scene of that year was also rendered in front of ghosts.
Ghosts walk in the glory of their own fantasies. He followed his memory into the dusk of the west wind, and he shuttled between pavilions like the wind, ignoring the moment of flying.
Because he is on the run.
The night is hazy. Ghosts are depressed at the thought of the word "escape". Ghosts saw that night a thousand years ago in their memory, and the same gloomy night filled them, as cold as iron. His clothes swept in the dark air, slightly dull and elegant.
Just as he reached the end of the road, a sudden piano sound softened the night. His eyes looked around with his hearing and thoughts, and mysterious piano music wrapped around his ears like silk. He saw the dim light of the window on the gazebo, which was quiet and warm in the boundless night. A graceful figure is reflected on the window, and her slight shaking reveals endless charm in the eyes of ghosts.
Ghosts and ghosts instantly feel that they are here for the sound of the piano. He listened to the tenderness of the castle in the piano, so fascinated that he even forgot to run away. The illusion of walking all over the sky in the sound of the piano makes the ghost feel sincere pain and sadness. He seems to be able to see the sound of the piano fade away quietly like time, and sorrow will never be held in his hand like tears. Ghosts are full of affection at this moment. He wants to know what kind of lonely face the woman who plays the piano has, languishing alone at midnight.
Ghosts often recall that moment thousands of years after their death. He played the purple-black flute, and the long flute and piano sound floated in the night sky, and the integrated music began to become lingering. He finally saw the window with a yellow halo pushed open, and her pale and beautiful face greeted his surprised eyes at the window.
The surprise just flashed by, and a chill in his back instantly pierced all his hopes. The flute came to an abrupt end, and he felt the arrow pass through his chest like a cold wind, exposing his chest and dripping dark red blood. He turned around and saw the torches of the officers and men behind him as bright as day.
The gong of the night watchman was heard in the distance, and he quietly waited for death under the torch. Zero, he thought it was the beginning, but it was actually the end.
The second part of a two-part program/book.
The trace of the ghost drifted with the wind. He walked alone in the dark, wandering on a strange road. Far away from the wilderness, he finally saw this quiet and bleak city, with high-rise buildings hiding fragments of sadness.
The street near midnight is cold and silent. The ghost found himself in a dream. The streets are dark, the night hangs over the gloomy city, and the dark shadows of the towering downstairs exude a faint desolation. There is still a lonely floral fragrance in the air, and the sadness that no one can comfort floats around along the fragrant floral fragrance.
The ghost saw the figure of the woman in black Her figure appeared lonely in the empty street. Her face was hidden in the shadow under the tall building. The ghost can't see her face clearly, but he can see the melancholy expression on her face. Her figure flashed downstairs in that tall building and then disappeared in the corridor.
The ghost's heart is cold. He stood on the street corner, sad for the lonely figure under the dim street lamp. He groped his way into the corridor, and darkness fell like death. The ghost tossed and turned in the condensed darkness, looking for the sad figure. He remembered that many years ago, a piano encounter made him so anxious to find it.
That was a lifetime ago, right? The ghost thought. Time runs through the body like running water, and ghosts seem to have gone through countless years in the corridor. Endless darkness makes people feel silent.
The ghost came to the roof. He finally saw the whole picture of the city, and the sparse lights flashed under the dark blue sky. Sadness enveloped the ghost's heart and the whole city. It was empty.
When the ghost saw the figure, she collapsed wearily on the edge of the roof.
It began to rain then. The rain at midnight is particularly cold. The lights in the distance blurred and the city began to become illusory. The ghost watched the figure twitch in despair in the rain. The ghost didn't speak, he just watched quietly. Those sad eyes were coldly intertwined with those behind his messy long hair.