Greedy.

Chapter 1

You open your eyes.

You lie motionless on the big soft bed, staring at the pale ceiling expressionlessly, as if you want to see something fresh from the rigidity that remains unchanged day after day.

but.

You are familiar with everything here, including the angle of the sunlight and the rhythm of the wind chimes.

Every day is exactly the same.

You sleepily close your eyes and count down—three, two, one.

The wind chime rang on time.

You sneered, got up, walked into the bathroom, and washed up.

The clean mirror reflects your appearance, and you find sadly that you know the curve of your own hair by heart.

You spat out the mouthwash viciously, and the water splashed in the washbasin.You suddenly want to see blood gushing out, staining the mirror, leaving mottled spots.

And what is even more unbearable to you - you find yourself seen, with your own blood.

The wind chime was also ringing faintly that day. You listened to the brisk ringing, smiled, and cut your own neck with a razor little by little.

It hurts a bit, but you like pain.

It makes you feel like you're alive.

Unfortunately, the blood that day was not as red as you thought, and it didn't rush into the sky like you thought, and the next rain of blood was pattering.

It just flows slowly and continuously down your neck, soaking your shirt and staining every inch of your skin red. At that time, you stared at the shirt and thought, it's really dirty.

But it doesn't matter, when I wake up, it will be that clean and tidy shirt again.

Look, you are wearing it now.

Although you have this idea again, and you know that with the experience of last time, you will make it better this time, make it a feast, and make it beautiful.

But when you think about what you saw yesterday—or the last day you saw today, you still give up with some regret.

You don't have to give up, let's see if the things you saw yesterday are still there, if not, you can still continue to die.

You played a ditty tune with an outrageous accent, and slowly cleaned yourself up.

Until the door closed with a click, you lifted your watch subconsciously, and found that it was so much later than usual.You are standing in the dark corridor and suddenly realize that you may be a little nervous.

and a little hope.

Just a little.

When you come to the empty street, you seem a little scared, and you don't pay attention to the surrounding scenery, just walking in a hurry.

Walking through quiet supermarkets, quiet restaurants, quiet roads, and quiet slopes.

Only when the billowing river was in sight, you let out a small breath and slowed down.

On both sides of the narrow river, there is a large area of ​​green grass. From a distance, you can see a small ink dotted in the green grass, which is hard to see clearly.

Before you realize it, your body has already made its own decisions and relieved you first.

Then, regardless of your personal wishes, you smiled a little on your own.

It's the first genuine smile since you ordered it to sneer, sneer, and grin.

The small ink dot gradually extended into three dimensions, and it could be seen that it was a person.

It's strange, as you get closer, your attention gradually shifts away from him, and you can pay attention to your surroundings.

He's lying under a tree in the shade, or maybe he's asleep—you've forgotten all about what happened yesterday, let alone details like whether he was asleep or awake.

All you remember is the enthusiasm.

I can't believe it, I'm ecstatic, I'm cautious and I can't wait, it's like a burning flame.

Use your soul as a guide to rekindle your mood.

The only image left is that when we first saw him, he rested his arm behind his head and lazily covered his eyes with the other.Hearing the sound, he slightly lowered his arms, revealing those hazy hazel eyes.

Then he narrows his eyes and smiles at you.

Like the brown sun seen through the dirty river water and floating dust in the mud.

Has a dark warmth.

You don't remember exactly what you said to him yesterday, and if you think about it, it was mostly incoherent chatter.

You go on and on and on and on.So much so that it doesn't feel like chatting or even pouring out, you're just throwing up.

Throwing out the layers of things accumulated in the bottom of my heart, no matter what.Don't care if he understands, don't even care if he listens.

You're just looking for a response, to see something vivid that you're not used to, not disgusted with.

You voraciously drink life force.

You chatted late into the night.Just sit on the grass, sit under the stars, and sit in the night wind.

You watch the hour hand move towards twelve little by little, you are uneasy, but not so uneasy.

As the seconds tick away the last lap, you stare at the dial as a vague thought crosses your mind.

Even if it's only once... At least, that smile can make you last longer.

Don't rot away so quickly.

The light spots on the grass swayed slightly as the breeze brushed over the treetops.

You are brought back to the present.

You stare at the quiet light and shadow motionlessly, and he lies in the light and shadow.The shadows of the trees were whirling, and even with one or two small bright spots on his face, the sunlight danced lightly.

For the first time in days you wonder - is everything really the same?Is it just repeating monotonously?Is it the same breeze that comes here every day, carrying the fragrance of the same flower?

you do not know.But you are willing to believe it is not, and you are willing to report a little expectation for the wind that will come as scheduled tomorrow.

Someone gives meaning to everything, so everything changes.

So it's been fun ever since.

You close your eyes and feel the rare peace at this moment.I wish I could store it up and take it out bit by bit in the long endless night.

When you opened your eyes again, the man had already sat up and was looking at you calmly.

He didn't stand up or move away, just three steps away, with his head up, with a half-smile on his face.

Suddenly you don't know what to say.

You stared blankly at him for a long while, and then sat down as if you just woke up from a dream.At least it was level with him, so he didn't need to keep looking up.

You searched and searched for words, but you didn't expect that the last thing you said was a thin "...Hi".

I was stunned.

For a moment, you seem to see your destiny.It seemed that no matter how many times he stood in front of him and wanted to strike up a conversation nervously, he always blurted out a helpless "Hi".

It's so simple, yet it seems to have it all.

What you can tell, what you can't say; what you know, what you don't know.

He heard such a greeting, but neither answered nor smiled.His facial muscles tensed unconsciously, revealing a complex and unspeakable expression that was partly sad and partly joyful.

The anger of the whole person seemed to be raised by this silly "Hi", gathered in the eyes, and bloomed together in an instant.

This wordless splendor silences you.

But he opened his mouth: "...today is a good day."

You hold your head up with him.

There is a layer of thin white clouds above the clear sky.The soft clouds seem to have softened the sun, and it sprinkled down warmly, giving everything a bright color like icing sugar.

You suddenly think, although yesterday was the good practice, today is the good practice, and tomorrow will still be the good practice, but in the end, good is still good.

People are willing to just look at it quietly... no matter how many times they look up.

Unexpectedly, he continued: "I haven't seen such a beautiful sky for a long time, and people can't get enough of it."

Your heart slowly sank.

Yesterday, you sat here and looked up at the sky side by side.The sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, and the sun is so soft.

Nothing has changed, only you know that everything has.

He doesn't remember.

You tentatively said, "Do you think I... am a little familiar?"

He paused for a moment, then smiled casually, and asked, "What kind of familiarity? Is it the familiarity of uncovering or the familiarity of "I have seen this sister before"?"

Your eyelids twitched.

I heard him say: "...it seems to be familiar from an old friend."

No one spoke after that.

You seem to have poured out too much yesterday, and you have dug out your soul. Today, your heart is empty, and you have nothing to say, and nothing to say.

It turns out you're the only one stuck in time.

You are unwilling, sad, and seem to be a little relieved.

It turns out you're the only one stuck in time.

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I have finished writing, and it will be updated at seven o'clock every night.