In the past, there had never been a typhoon day, and I picked up a girl downstairs.
She was not human—at least, not from this world.
She is Fu Xuan, from a hometown called Xianzhou Luofu. A world that has long since turned into data dust when I swipe the screen with my fingertips.
At this moment, this diviner who once held the secrets of heaven twisted the blood, fire and end of that world into cold murderous intent and pressed it against my throat.
She believed that I was the original sinner of her fate.
And I, a teenager whose parents are on the other side of the communication signal, and whose world is so small that there is only a rental house on the 16th floor, can provide her with all the excuses. I only have a bowl of cold instant noodles, a piece of clothes to dry, and a corner to shelter from the rain that no one needs.
This rain trapped the whole city.
It also trapped two lives that were least likely to meet under the same roof.
She is a low-dimensional exile who firmly believes that the past is real.
I am an inhabitant of the present world, witnessing the growth of fiction into flesh and blood.
Between us, there is a whole collapsed starry sky and an unexplorable ending.
Thus, a gentle probing began.
I measure the coolness of her soul with body temperature.
She uses divination to inquire into the reality of this world.
In the steaming heat of instant noodles, in the monotonous hum of the old washing machine, in the never-ending rhythm of raindrops hitting the window glass -
Like two clumsy archaeologists, we carefully excavate the ruins of each other's worlds, looking for a lingua franca of loss and loneliness that the other can understand.
Until the hatred in her eyes that filled the frostbitten starry sky finally melted into a drop of hot human tears.
Until I discovered that my empty chest could also grow the courage to take on another broken life.
This is a story without systems, cheats, and dimensionality reduction.
It's just about a rain, a room, and two people.
"If a person does not occupy an important place in anyone's heart, then does he still have a destination in this world?"
"If all the joys and sorrows you experience have been doomed before you realize it, then what's the point of seeking truth?"
About how to use the most clumsy way to confirm that each other is not an phantom in a world where there is no room for differentiation.
Purpose: To explore the meaning of loneliness, existence and fiction, and to show the mutual redemption and warmth of two broken souls in a desperate situation.