I walked around the house barefoot with a CD in my arms, and opened doors one after another.
At the first door, I saw Jiang Cheng sitting by the bed, smoking quietly. He looked up and saw me, without a smile.
The second fan opened, Tong Chengcheng held the old doll, and the sadness that did not belong to her occupied her face at the moment. She raised her head, looked into my eyes, and said, Ye Weiliang, forgive yourself.
On the third fan, Xiaoshuang stared at me with eyes red from crying, Ye Weiliang, you are a bastard, I will never forgive you in my life!
On the fourth page, Huang Geyin was wearing a moon-white cheongsam with a beautiful face. She asked me, Wei Liang, have you fulfilled the promise you made to me?
On the fifth fan, Ajun held a radio, raised a pure smiling face, and asked me, Wei Liang, why are you crying?
The sixth door is empty.
I walked forward in a hurry, and the seventh door, the eighth door, the ninth door... Were all empty, so empty that even the dust did not appear.
Nekomata's face never appeared, and I almost forgot what he looked like. There were so many doors in front of me, but none of them allowed me to see him.
Not a single one.
I squatted down, curled up into a ball shape, and cried silently. I needed a shell to wrap me tightly.
It's a bit cold tonight, and there are tears in my eyes. Here I am, missing what a period of time I had.
That was an old time that can never be returned.