Chapter 72 Sometimes I just need a hug

Author: Yuluo Evening Bell

Chapter 72 Sometimes I just need a hug

December 26, nine o'clock in the morning, No. 4 screening room of Beijing Central Cinema.

Xia Mingwei was watching a movie, but he didn't even know which movie was playing in the screening room because he booked the movie tickets at random and didn't even read the movie title.

No matter what, he just slept in the theater.

As the heavy eyelids closed, my consciousness sank, and I came to the fantasy theater.

"It's so ridiculous...you're like a clown." Black Wukong's voice came, and in the shadow corner of the cell, its pupils were deeply red.

Xia Mingwei was too lazy to pay attention to it, but slowly leaned on the back of the chair. The chinchilla quickly flew over, lay in his arms, and rolled like a baby, exposing its round belly.

"Let me be quiet for a while." Xia Mingwei said softly.

After the chinchilla heard these words, its swaying tail quickly drooped down. It used the handle of the seat as a road and jumped and disappeared from Xia Mingwei's sight.

"Why, you don't dare to face me anymore?" Black Wukong asked.

"It seems that you learn modern vocabulary very quickly, and you can use the word 'clown' to mock me." Xia Mingwei said, "Sure enough, watching movies is a good way to learn."

"Shouldn't you just kill him?" Black Wukong said, "I can't understand what you are doing, you coward."

"First of all, I can't beat him. Secondly, if it were you, I think you would hesitate."

"There's nothing to be hesitant about. If Tathagata were in front of me, I'd be willing to smash it into mud with a stick."

Xia Mingwei shrugged and laughed self-deprecatingly: "What if he is not only the Tathagata Patriarch, but also the Bodhi Patriarch who taught you magic?"

"Then I will still smash his head and beat him until blood bleeds." Black Wukong said.

"It's really yours..." Xia Mingwei sighed, thinking that he actually tried to reason with this kind of monster. It was Black Wukong, not Sun Wukong.

"You took my golden cudgel and stole my power, but you are still so indecisive. You should really tear down this cell and let me go out and do things for you." Black Wukong sneered.

"You can only be strong now. When my Mythic Sequence becomes stronger and stronger, you will slowly be given a 'self-destructive consciousness', and then you will be nothing more than a puppet eager to commit suicide."

Xia Mingwei talked with Black Wukong, and some of his knowledge about the myth sequence included "self-destruction consciousness", so the other party knew this.

He is in a bad mood now. At any other time, he would not have said these words to Black Wukong. Instead, he would have worshiped a giant Buddha and tried not to annoy it, lest it go crazy again and make chaos with the golden cudgel.

Smashing the cell made his spiritual world turbulent.

"You can try to see if I'm trying to be brave." Black Wukong dismissed it, as if he thought it was a joke that he would be changed by the myth sequence.

"I don't care." Xia Mingwei breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling tiredly, "I just want to know who I am. I can't figure out those positions and identities... I really, really just want to know who I am.

Let all those idiots die so I can have some peace and quiet."

"That's because you are too weak, so you are not firm enough."

"Then you teach me, what the hell should I do?" Xia Mingwei said hoarsely, "I don't know whether I am a myth carrier or a sequencer. The whole world wants to kill me, and the whole world can't tolerate it.

Me, others can live as they please, but I have to make careful calculations and plan every step. In the end, the bastard I want to kill the most is the person closest to me, and I'm going crazy."

"That's right, what you should do is get angry, and then draw strength from your anger."

"In the end, he turned into a weird monster like you?"

"So what if they don't look alike?" Black Wukong said coldly, "I have killed almost everyone I can't stand. If everyone is your enemy, then wouldn't it be good if you kill everyone?"

"To put it simply, that's something only a madman would do."

"Then let me out and let me do these things for you. Didn't you say you are tired?"

"No, I will never let you out no matter how tired I am." Xia Mingwei said, "I promised a friend that I would never lose control, so once I let you out, it will be regarded as a breach of contract."

If he is successfully instigated and contaminated by Black Wukong's mythical will, he will be one step closer to losing control. No matter how tired he is, he will never fall to that point.

"You call this 'losing control'?" Black Wukong sneered, "Now we share the same body. If you die, I will die. How can I harm you?"

"Once there is a second time, if I open this cell for you, wouldn't you be able to sit on my head and shit as you please?"

"That's enough!" Black Wukong roared, "I, Sun, need to rest, get out of here!" The shadow surged wildly like a spring and waterfall, just like its anger.

The next moment, the bang of the golden cudgel was heard from the cell, and the fantasy theater trembled violently.

Xia Mingwei disagreed. He had no intention of staying in the Fantasy Cinema. The reason why he came here was firstly to take a breath and secondly to complete "Dream No. 2".

Accompanied by Black Wukong's violent, undulating breathing, he slowly closed his eyes, and the Dreamer's crest on his neck bloomed with brilliance.

"We are about to enter Fantasy No. 2." The voice that rang in his ears was like a cold, smooth snake burrowing into his ears and swimming in his brain.

Xia Mingwei opened his eyes again. In front of him was the hospital. In fact, he had a strange feeling of familiarity from the first time he came to this hospital.

Because the location of this fantasy sequence was exactly the same as the mental health facility where he had stayed for almost three years, except that the light was darker and the surrounding details had been changed a lot, making it look even more eerie and eerie.

Recalling his time at the mental sanatorium, what impressed him most was that whenever the nurse rang the bell and led the children with mental problems to play in the backyard, children wearing hospital gowns were playing and playing on the lawn.

, chasing each other, their laughter was a bit harsh.

He was the only one sitting in the corner, looking up at the setting sun in the sky. It was clearly dusk, but Xia Mingwei felt that the world was an oppressive blue, as vast as the sea, but it never belonged to him. He seemed to be driven to this place by the world.

In a narrow corner, I have to repeat the same day for the rest of my life, and arrange my limited life according to the rules and regulations of the sanatorium.

In that place, no one would believe what he said. If he mentioned Surtur, the doctor would think that his illness had worsened. If Xia Mingwei refused to take medicine, the doctor would add more to his meal that night.

Ground medicine particles. The nurse will quietly tell the children that if Xia Mingwei still mentions the 'red giant' thing, then stop playing with him. As time goes by, no one will really play with him.

Every time it was dusk, the children in the hospital would play on the lawn and share each other's toys, while he would huddle in the corner alone with his knees in his arms, staring at the sunset as it slowly dipped below the horizon.

Until Xia Mingwei was eleven years old, at dusk in mid-August, the nurses rang the bells again and called the children to play in the courtyard.

That day he was still the same as before, alone and hugging his knees, staring at the floating clouds in the sky, until his vision was blocked by an old man.

Later, Xia Mingwei often thought about the two indelible giant shadows that had appeared in his childhood.

The first is the fire giant that appears behind the mountains around Snow Deer Town;

The second one was the old man who appeared in front of him at that time.

"What are you doing here?" The old man took off his reading glasses and wiped the lenses with a towel.

"Who are you?" Xia Mingwei raised his head and stared at the man's face.

"I'm here to play with you," the old man sat down next to him, "I see that you don't have many friends, why don't you play with them?"

"No one believed what I said. The doctor said I was delusional and the nurse said I was a liar. Only when I stopped lying did she let other children play with me."

"Oh my god, adults nowadays are really..." the old man said, "How can children's imagination be said to be delusional? They are the ones who are sick."

"But since no one believes me, then they are right." Xia Mingwei was silent for a long time before saying: "The world doesn't like me, it is always against me."

"So... the world doesn't seem to like me very much." The man smiled, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, "I'm a loser, what adults often call a loser. I'm almost fifty.

When he was 2 years old, he suddenly got divorced, his children went with his wife, and he accomplished nothing in his career."

Xia Mingwei said nothing, but said in a low voice: "Smoking is not allowed here."

The old man shrugged: "I didn't smoke, I just held it in my mouth to slow down the craving."

"The nurse will scold you."

"It's okay, don't worry about those bitches."

Xia Mingwei laughed. He also wanted to scold the nurses, but no one would stand up to him. This old man was the first one.

But while smiling, his expression quickly turned sad again: "You say you are a failure, but you are not mentally ill, and no one will care about you." He paused and said hoarsely: "But I...

I feel like I have to be locked up here for the rest of my life, unable to get out even a step."

"No, you are still young." The old man's tone was decisive, "You are different from me. You still have many opportunities. The world is very vast, as long as you see it with your heart."

"But I feel like the world sucks."

"Children are like that," the old man smiled. "They always magnify the little difficulties they encounter in their minds, and even extend them throughout their lives. In this way, of course you think the world is terrible, but in fact as long as you raise your head and take a look,

Look, you’ll always find a place you like.”

He was silent for a moment: "You know what? Although I have never accomplished anything in my life, I have always had a dream, which is to have a coffee shop of my own."

"Coffee shop?" Xia Mingwei turned to look at him. There was a faint smile in the old man's eyes.

"Yes," the old man's tone suddenly became serious, "but I may not be able to do it alone. After all, I am an old man. My memory is not good and my brain is not easy to use. Do you want to come with me?"

Xia Mingwei did not answer, but lowered his eyes.

The old man was not in a hurry and just waited quietly for his response.

Xia Mingwei has forgotten what he said at that time, his memory is very vague, but the boss seemed to be smiling happily.

At that time, the setting sun was about to take away its last afterglow, and the coming night was draped over this lawn like a black curtain.

In the three years since then, the old man's presence has never been absent. Every evening, they will always be together at sunset, sitting on the lawn and watching the sunset.

It wasn't until Xia Mingwei was fourteen years old that the old man signed a formality and took him out of the sanatorium and opened a cafe in the Laojingmai neighborhood around Beijing.

Time returns to the present.

Xia Mingwei raised his eyes and stared at this familiar hospital corridor.
To be continued...