Chapter 122: Maze, the forbidden bird

Although I don't know the time, I know that the night must be deep. Because every time I don't fall asleep at 0 o'clock, I will be extremely sleepy, even in such a desolate field.

I looked at what Ling Fei chose for me before coming in, including biscuits, a few bottles of water, ropes, lighters, and a sleeping bag.

How should I use this thing? I have never used a sleeping bag, but I just feel that this thing is not suitable for me. It is like the cocoon of a baby silkworm. It can wrap people tightly and sleep peacefully, but how can I use it to wrap itself in it? I opened the sleeping bag and tossed it for a long time, but I finally left it aside.

I leaned against the wall, and this feeling of sitting as usual made me feel comfortable, but getting colder and colder.

At this time, the sky not far away sounded like thunder but more like trembling. I came looking for a sound and saw two helicopters slowly coming from the east.

The headlights of the helicopter kept flashing, as orderly and dark as a signal. I thought they were here to inspect the situation of the candidates, but after hovering in the air for a long time, I finally knew what their purpose was.

It seems that something was faintly thrown from the helicopter, while the other one was illuminated with the searchlight on all the time. Then several people were seen riding down the escalator in the light. It turned out that they came here to pick up the students who had previously sounded the signal to give up the election from the maze.

Seeing this scene, I don't know whether I should be glad that the man was rescued or regretted being eliminated here.

After a night of crawling and rolling, I have unconsciously walked in the maze for half a night. Even if I deliberately made a mistake before, I almost finished walking half of the maze, but why do I feel that there is still a longer way ahead, or I have been lost here and began to stop and rotate.

And it is unknown how many waves of flying insects they met on the way, let alone how many bags were bitten on their bodies. With an impatient feeling, my consciousness began to say the silly words, 'I would rather dedicate this blood to the Red Cross than be sucked dry by mosquitoes here'.

The sky is getting brighter, and the light that seems to be bright or not represents ignorance and ambiguity. Recently, I have been watching the rise and setting of the sun almost every day, from the ignorant morning light to the warm orange yellow of the elderly. It seems that the moment is known by changing one by one by the light spots with closed eyes.

The sky seems to be very unbeautiful, deliberately trying to give us campaigners some pressure and difficulties. When the morning light is ignorantly illuminating the sky, a few clouds that have not yet grown up intentionally or unintentionally floated to the top of their heads, spilling a few drops of rain like morning dew. The already pitted and muddy roads have become more and more slippery.

Maybe this is not rain, but the mountain will sprinkle rain and dew that can irrigate the land every morning. I didn't cover it with what can be used in the bag, and there is no extra eaves or other places to avoid it. The slight coolness in the morning and the attack of rain made me shiver.

Although the skirt is not wet, there are still a few drops of dew on the head. As long as you shake it gently, it will be thrown out along the hair.

I faced the rising direction of the morning light, and the ignorant light penetrated my eyelids, and a layer of snow-white light was clearly visible in front of me even if I didn't open my eyes.

Many fine, white, small bubbles also fly in front of you like a fantasy, gradually rising with the air, and then disappearing. They are like bubbles in soda bottles that have been shaken hard. Small ones are not easy to detect, but they gather more and rush to the sky.

I don't know whether what I see in front of me is true or not. Maybe it's just the dense forest in the mountains and the fantasy left in my mind by this white maze.

When the light through the eyelids finally became no longer hazy, but was replaced by a rosy and dazzling beam of light, I knew that I had been here for a long time. The sun had already risen completely when I was intoxicated with the rise of the fantasy-like bubbles and was located on the blue sky.

is another choice of several fork in the road, just like an essential multiple-choice question in life. Only by choosing an answer can you find your own way.

The following questions are slightly different from before, but they still can't get rid of the previous series of questions about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

NO.27

[Tiramisu or Baili sweet wine, which one would you choose?]

I looked at this as if there was no meaningful problem, and I felt like I knew each other. It flashed in my mind that I have been making afternoon tea for Situ Lei since I entered the student union...

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"Why don't you eat it?" I looked at Situ Lei poked Tiramisu a few times with a fork and asked.

"I ate it." He didn't raise his head, and his attitude was more perfunctory.

"Isn't it good or you don't like it? It's not the first time you returned the afternoon tea to me after a few pokes like this." Every time I watch the dessert being returned, my mood is difficult to calm down, and it feels like the disrespect that the singer fell asleep after struggling to sing a song.

"Do you have it? Then let's change something else next time. He glanced at the Timir Su and said thoughtfully.

"What do you like to eat? I'll make it for you tomorrow."

"You can do whatever you want."

It's the same answer as what I didn't say. Some of them angrily put away the Tirumisu that they had almost never touched and half pouted back to the kitchen. While eating this inexplicable Tiamis, he muttered in a low voice: "I obviously like sweets. I have to add three pieces of sugar and milk essence when I drink coffee. What kind of mature and sophisticated now?"

I tightened the dish mixed with resentment. Since then, I have never made tilamis for him, and this dessert has also been affixed with a big seal on the list of afternoon tea of the student union.

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Looking at the two forks, it is a little vague and I can't guess what the meaning is. Obviously, this question is not to ask about his preferences, but to ask me how I will choose. Do I mean Xia Luolin, or is it anyone who walks here at will?

If I just let me choose, what will be the answer he hopes for?

I hesitated in the fork in front of my eyes, thinking about the reason why he didn't like Tiramisu and why the last Baili sweet wine suddenly appeared here.

"Tiramisu, Baili sweet wine..." I said to myself. Although I don't know what he meant, I always felt that there must be an inevitable connection between the two, and this also had something to do with Situ Lei's never touching Tiramisu I made.

You can think about it, if what I follow is wrong, is there still one right thing in the choices I have to face now, or can these problems still lead to his heart?

Suddenly, I thought of the previous question about lilacs and four-leaf clover. If these questions were asked by him himself, and if every problem here has a deep definition or a meaning in it, then tymisse and Baili sweet wine represent...

Thinking of this, I seemed to understand the meaning of Situ Lei's problem, but I also didn't understand the meaning of this maze and was curious about other people's problems.

However, why is Situ Lei sure that I will definitely take this road? Is it pre-arranged? Each of us drew a lottery before we got here. Can he control this? What if someone else took the road I took today?

Another series of questions came, and there was a clear answer in my mind. The meaning of Tiramisu is "bring me away", but I can't remember the meaning of Baili sweet wine.

No wonder he never ate the Tiramisu I made, because he knew that I did it unintentionally and knew that he could not take me away, whether it was this body or my heart.

"Situ Lei, do you think it's fun to do this?"

I said, looking at the question board and looking at the other end of the depths of the maze. He should still wait quietly in it, waiting for me, or one of the six people in the maze, to enter his heart and leave this snow-covered, imaginary world he has shaped with his heart.

Thinking like this, I entered the fork of Tiramisu and took him away as he wished...

The next road is as I expected. All the problems I face are closely related to our past, or more or less seeping unknown secrets and things between me and Situ Lei.

If the answer I choose and the road I have traveled will be clearly recorded and handed over to him, then he will control all my mind. I also know how I have attitude towards him or our past.

This maze is like a corridor of memory. The deeper it is, the clearer my memories with him appear in front of me, as if I have re-experienced or examined what we have done before. The past is vivid. His face, his voice, and everything about him want to be rediscovered.

The mermaid cried and hugged me for the first time. On the cold school celebration, he played the song "Tears of the Mermaid" for me alone. After I separated from him in order to escape, he found lilacs and four-leaf clover for me...

I am like a bird trapped in a cage by these memories. Even if I put my wings in, I can't get rid of these rolling memory shackles. There are also those clips that hurt my heart, like knives.

I walked in his 'heart', but I couldn't figure out his purpose and the final end.

Good him, bad him, indifferent, gentle, it seems that only the hegemony, stubbornness, and extremes gathered together after putting all these together are complete him.

A gate appeared in front of me. Same as the outside, the wooden door of Palm was a little shabby across the wall, and it was destined to be a choice between the two.

NO.40

[This is the last question. As you can see, there are two doors in front of me, but one of them leads to the outside, and the other one walks into me. Where you want to go, it's up to you.

It seems that everything here has been premedied by him. No matter which path I take, I will eventually come here. There is no right or wrong at all, and this question is obviously the last chance left by Situ Lei for me.

Do you want to be free or stay with him? If I choose freedom, will he let me out of the student union, or just leave this campaign...

The sky seems to have been splashed with a layer of gray paint, and the old ash is mixed into the blue sky, like a bucket of old paint, which makes people feel a little restless.

Across the wall, there seemed to be some noisy voices in the distance. Have the others finally come here? There are still a few of us left all the way.

The other end of the towering wall is also the center and the end. Near or not far, as if passing a clear light in front of me, the light broke the tranquility of the sky and made me make a choice.

After taking a deep breath, I went in the direction I chose. Whether it was right or wrong, I would step into that door, and I would not be qualified to regret it. Unlike this maze game, it is more real and difficult to choose a future.