She Dreamed

I am Lin Shen, an urban programmer. The scar on my right hand is the mark of sharpening a pencil when I was seven years old; I am also Shen Heng, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. The scar on the same spot is a scar from chopping firewood when I was seven years old. There is no shuttle, only overlap - my consciousness is divided into two bodies, memories are connected, pain is shared, and even the reflection in the mirror begins to have its own expression. A new colleague in the office asked, "Is the sun shining over there?" The fellow disciples of the Qingyun Sect became increasingly unfamiliar; The sign in the Sutra Pavilion said "The door is open, don't look back." In the mirror of the rental house, I saw another version of myself smiling. When the scar from the tiger's mouth completely disappeared, and when the breath in the darkness pressed against my ears, I was shocked: I have never been two "Is", but one "self" that is being torn apart and devoured.