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-Every time I look at that blue cave, I think of Rama. Or everyone's heart, there is such a place, but in different forms.

First, the echo and the rabbit

"Thin-skinned pepper, a piece of 68 cents ... Today's grass eggs are on sale, today's grass eggs are on sale ..."

The voice of the cold machine in Ma Qilian's warehouse goes back and forth, playing the vegetable price and today's special as usual, and so on. There was a long line in front of the checkout counter, and people waited impatiently. I also pushed the shopping cart into it and waited impatiently.

It seems that a novelist once wrote a story: the city was attacked by an unknown monster, and people were stranded in this supermarket. Some of them were waiting for death, some were praying to the Buddha, and some were saving others' lives. In short, they showed different psychology and behavior.

At this moment, the Macmillan warehouse is a bit like the scene in the story. The cleaner, neater and orderly the supermarket chain is, the more it gives people a fragile sense of civilization. Transparent shelves illuminated by fluorescent lamps, neatly arranged vegetables and fruits, a cash register system like an assembly line, and a shop assistant in uniform with a burgundy lotus pattern do not seem to need a monster attack, and in an instant they will be unable to operate due to power failure, computer failure, or other unexpected minor problems, and a thousand miles will collapse.

if I really encounter that kind of thing, how will I react under extreme conditions?

I was thinking, and the team moved forward slowly.

this is an ordinary day. Rama gave me a shopping card here and told me to buy some necessary daily consumables, such as roll paper, toothpaste and clothes softener. In fact, I also ate my breakfast here.

A so-called sandwich was placed in front of me, and I pressed it with my finger. The bread was hard, like it had just been forged from a boiler, but the cucumber was a little soft, obviously not fresh. No cheese, no egg sauce, and a piece of ham sausage in the middle.

"Change the soybean milk fritters." I said.

"The order has been made, and it cannot be changed." The other party said.

"No conversion."

The early sale of Macmillan Warehouse is passable, but both Chinese and western styles have a similar taste-an idiosyncratic taste, which was produced carelessly and perfunctory by a guy wearing a white apron.

but I don't want to have breakfast at the black cat tea shop. Since my eyes recovered, Rama has been indifferent to the affairs in the store and left it to me, including the research and development of drinks and desserts that he was once enthusiastic about. Not only that, he still avoids me a little.

I am convinced that all this has something to do with the young man who appeared in the ward and called himself Brother Rama.

swallowing that sandwich is like chewing wax.

There is a little thing that happened just now, besides the same breakfast stored by Ma Qilian.

of all the storage areas of Machilian, I especially like the part where vegetables and fruits are placed. Perhaps it is because there are many black and gray tones in personal products that such a psychological compensation is produced. The rich colors of vegetables and fruits always attract me strongly and make me unable to move. It's not just Marchelian. I prefer to visit the vegetable market.

today, I also wandered back and forth in the fruit and vegetable area. I need to pick out the potato varieties that become soft after cooking and the tomatoes that appear healthy pink. Finally, I stopped at the newly arrived local celery, and the staff just poured them into the shelf-the fiber of parsley is too thick, and Rama and I only buy it occasionally. Then, I took a fancy to the most tender and juicy one and was about to reach for it. However, another hand passed in front of me and took it away as quickly as lightning.

"Hey, you-"I couldn't help shouting.

turning my head, I only had time to see a tall figure flashing into the bustling crowd. Besides, I don't know if I am under illusion, I seem to see something flashing in the man's head, which is about the height of his ear. Not very dazzling dark red light, but like a brand left in my eyes.

Actually, there are still a few celery trees to choose from, but for some reason, I suddenly lost interest, bought a few dishes hastily and began to queue up. Until the long line gradually disappeared before my eyes, I was still thinking about that fleeting light.

Many tiny things in life are connected with each other, and the potential connection is connected by an invisible line, just like those things that have happened around me. As long as there is a crack that looks even inconspicuous, maybe rain will pour in and slowly erode, which will lead to the collapse of the building one day.

However, there is no life without cracks at all, no matter how careful you are.

I walked out with the huge paper bag stored by Ma Qilian. On the transparent automatic door, Ma Qilian's LOGO was particularly conspicuous.

Then, a golden ginkgo leaf made several turns and landed on my sneakers.

the first messenger in autumn.

I hold the paper bag with one hand, free my other hand, and pull out the earphone cord from my coat pocket.

Echo and Rabbit Man, SEVEN SEAS.

Echo and Rabbit Man was founded in Liverpool, England in the summer of 1978. It has been a long time since now. The band is not the most popular, but it also has its own group of fans following it silently. Unforeseen things happen. In 1988, they were devastated, and the lead singer left. The drummer died in an accidental car accident the next year, and the rest of them barely survived until 199 and finally dissolved. SEVEN SEAS is from their second album, in 1984.

"Draw the blue of the whole world, so that the tears will no longer sting ..." they sang.

The cover of that album is also gloomy blue. In such a low blue cave, a boat carrying four members of the band was quietly moored on the water. Two people holding wooden oars, one sitting in the middle, one hanging his head and reaching out to the water. Dark and beautiful cover.

every time I look at that blue cave, I think of Rama. Or everyone's heart, there is such a place, but in different forms.

I walked to the black cat milk tea shop with the rhythm of the music. It was an ordinary day. The trees along the road were changed into more layered colors: dark green, golden yellow, coffee and light brown. The advertisements for Mid-Autumn moon cakes were also posted on the convenient window of Ma Qilian: lotus seed paste, red bean paste, egg yolk and five kernels, but the street view remained familiar and unchanged.

"Swim across the seven oceans and kiss the turtle's shell …" is a slightly absurd lyric.

at this moment, a building that I have never seen before passed by. I suddenly stopped, began to retreat, and retreated to the newsstand.

"buy a copy of today's evening paper."

"One dollar and fifty."

I handed in ten bills, and my uncle with reading glasses accepted them, unfolded them, recognized them in the light for a while, and then handed out the newspaper and the change.

"what's that?" I pointed to a building not far away.

"oh?" The old man stretched out his wrinkled face and looked in the direction of my finger. He paused for a moment and then retracted into the newsstand. "You said Bessie."

"Bessie?"

"Italian restaurant." The old man sang, "Italy, restaurant."

"Italian restaurant?" I was a little surprised. "Isn't there a hardware store?"

"Every day is the same question." Sigh came from the depths of the newsstand, as if a little bored. "Do you need anything else? It's a new comic magazine."

"one." I said, "That Bessie, how long has it been open?"

"who knows." The old man reappeared in the window of the newsstand. "People who want to see can see it. Probably the hardware store opened after it closed. "

"Only those who want to see can see it. What do you mean?"

"I didn't say that, but that man came to buy a newspaper." The old man explained, while fiddling with the change in the tin box at hand.

"who?"

"The man from the Italian restaurant."

I rolled the comic magazine into a tube and held it in my hand, gazing thoughtfully at the small building that had sprung up. It has two floors, red brick walls and black iron window bars, and the overall color is very bright-a little too bright for this street. Only those who want to see it can see it? Whether I want to see it or not, I can't ignore its existence. It was shouting at me, "stop, stop with me!" "

In order to create a warm rural feeling in this steel city, small pots of plants are placed on the windowsill. Rama once told me the alias of this flower in the forest. Alas, I can't remember it at the moment.

finally, my eyes turned to a glass lamp that had not been lit and landed on the door. Compared with the lively color of this small building, the curved door is not eye-catching, only painted with varnish and decorated with a ring made of hay. The wooden sign above is engraved with the name of the store: BESI.

Bessie Italian restaurant.

I left the newsstand and walked towards it. Rama may not care about the ups and downs of the black cat tea shop, but my heart hangs in the air every time I take stock-it is my shelter and the only visible source of life. Now there is such a restaurant in the same street, and I'm afraid we will close our doors soon.

standing at the door of "Bessie", I hesitated for a moment, put my hand on the door and tried to push it away, but the door moved slightly from the inside out and opened a gap with a creak. Then, a hand stretched out from the inside and hung a sign on the door. Then the door slammed shut again, and nothing happened.

the sign is still shaking, and the words "full today" are written on it.

the music stopped, so I removed my headphones. It's noon. At this time, the attendance rate of black cat tea shop is basically zero. Even on weekends, we still have time to scrub the cups leisurely.

after a few steps back, I looked up again and looked at the restaurant. It is full today, but it doesn't feel any noise when standing outside. The wooden door is closed. From my position, I can't see any diners in the restaurant, nor can I hear the sound of cups and plates staggered. Even the plants on the windowsill are quiet to the extreme, and the leaves don't tremble, as if silently telling the warmth of autumn.

however, when I looked at the second floor, suddenly, a special sensitivity seized my heart and seemed to lift my whole person into the air.

someone is watching me.

I can't see each other, but I can really feel them. Someone was hiding behind the white gauze curtain on the second floor of "Bessie" and looked down at me. Just for a while, I still can't judge its intention, but simply feel that I am in the vision of others.

I instinctively grasped the Machilian paper bag in my hand and turned to the black cat tea shop.

or be defeated and flee.

people who want to see it can see it.

sitting in the store at night to settle the running water of the day, this sentence suddenly struck me.

but it's just some kind of gimmick in the restaurant, isn't it? The old man at the newsstand also saw it, and everyone could see it, the red brick wall, the black iron window bar and the plants on the windowsill.

it's just a new restaurant. Don't say it's an Italian restaurant, even if it's a restaurant run by aliens, it's not worth making a fuss about. If Mimi could talk, she might say so. At the moment, it is lying lazily on the checkout counter, and the expression of disdain on its face matches the atmosphere of this sentence.

Rama's attention will not be focused on this kind of thing-the unexpected guest who visited the ward and the huge shadow of the Science company behind the young man are enough for him.

I didn't get any explanation about the young man who claimed to be his brother, the shopkeeper of Dolly, because it was too complicated or the truth would bring unpredictable trouble. But when Rama is trapped in the depths of layers of haze, he will change his usual gentle attitude. You can't pry a word out of his mouth.

I can only wait patiently, maybe one day. We can all face ourselves, including each other, without any disguise.

second, eternal night. in the center of the living room

I had a dream repeatedly before Rama answered that strange phone call.

It is said that all the dreams that people can remember happen within a few hours before they wake up. I think it is true. At four or five o'clock in the morning, I was repeatedly entangled in the same dream, and then I woke up in a cold sweat, and my upper and lower rows of teeth were always tightly clenched.

However, it is not a complete nightmare.

At least in this dream, I went back to my long-lost old home, the rented cottage-a place I can't go back to, even though physically, it's still there.

I returned to my long-lost old home.

The unadorned walls, the sofa with dried vegetables and the cloth curtains with flowers are all exactly the same as before. With my back against the door, I stood there silently looking at this small and old place that haunted me.

"adzuki bean." A voice shouted from inside, and I couldn't help standing up straight.

Dad came out of it. He didn't wear the uniform of the courier company, but dark blue jeans and a windbreaker jacket. He wore the kind of lighting used by a miner on his head, and his eyes were bright and he looked younger than before he disappeared.

"dad." I said, "You're back."

"I'm always here." Dad smiled and said, give me a bulging package that looks like a living thing. "Bean, hold it for me. I have something to do."

only then did I notice that my father was holding a heavy-looking shovel in his hand.

"Are you going out?"

"no, it's right here."

Dad waved his shovel and bowed his head to dig in the middle of our narrow living room. He dug for about a whole day without taking a sip of water and eating something. And I have been holding what my father gave me, standing there watching.

there is a deep black hole in the center of the living room, which you can't see at a glance.

It seems that we can keep digging like this, and there are no floors or foundations.

Then my father put down the shovel in a sweat, took out an engineering ruler from the pocket of the windbreaker jacket, measured the diameter of the black hole, nodded to me as if satisfied, and said, "Almost."

I looked at him nervously, afraid to answer.

"Now, I'm going to leave for a while." Dad put away the engineering ruler, patted the dirt on his clapping hands and said, "You wait for me here, don't be afraid, okay?"

"take me with you." I whispered.

"Be obedient." Dad squatted down and took my hands. "Dad is going."