Jian Yi has been able to see things that others cannot see since he was a child. In order to save his life, Jian Yi learned a lot of skills.
But these skills are of little use in life.
It helped him clearly see the plagiarism of his former colleagues and the shoestringing of his supervisor.
On the day of his resignation, he didn't even bother to argue.
With nothing to do, he suddenly wanted to go back to his hometown to visit.
Open the door, the person is still there.
Gilt erect pupils, and a black robe with a hood covering half of his face.
Just like when he watched him break his leg more than ten years ago, he stood in the shadow under the window of the old house.
Black robe:
"It's time to settle the old accounts."
He grabbed Jian Yi's neck and lifted him into the air.
When Jian Yi was suffocated, the birthmark under his collarbone suddenly burned like fire to his bones.
The next moment——
The golden ring on the black robe's wrist exploded with a bang.
Red flames poured into Jian Yi's chest.
Countless memory fragments poured in.
Barren graves, blood moon, sea of lilac flowers, blurred figures on the altar, golden rings that were cut into the flesh and blood...
The smoke has settled.
Jian Yi sat slumped in the mess on the ground, looking at the ice crack scars spreading on the birthmark, and was silent for a long time.
After rummaging through his pockets and unable to find even a single cigarette, he twitched the corner of his lips and gave a sad and absurd smile.
"Fuck."
"It's harder to quit smoking than to see a ghost."
Small theater:
The black robe is still sitting upright.
The only intact wine glass was twirled between his fingertips, his gilt vertical pupils flickering on and off.
"How many days have you been here?" His voice was like the slow flow of a glacier, and every word was wrapped in cold air. "I have lived here for six hundred years. Every inch of bricks, stones, grass and trees in this courtyard is my hometown where the barren graves are used as seats."
As he finished speaking, the wine glass turned silently into a plume of extremely cold blue smoke, and together with the remaining bad wine, it completely dissipated, leaving no moisture behind.
The figure in the black robe began to blur and fade, like an ink stain melting into the dusk.
Among the ice crystal fragments that filled the courtyard, Jian Yi stood frozen on the spot, his chest heaving violently, and his face was green and red.
He stared at the spot where the black robe disappeared.
After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Damn... Crazy. Six hundred years is amazing? Do you have a property rights certificate?"
Intention: follow your heart
