Chapter 104 The Night Watchman in the Storm
"Forget it...At least I know Lao Lin's situation, and let Lao Lin know that I am still alive..."
"As long as Lao Lin is fine..."
"Hey..."
"Old Lin, Old Lin... time is limited, you guys have to "adapt" early..."
Mao Feiyang glanced at the sky where swirling thunderclouds gathered. There were no cracks in the sky, and the previous cracks seemed like hallucinations.
He picked up the drawing paper and set up the easel again, but looking at the palette he had thrown away, the paint bucket kicked away and the paint all over the floor, he couldn't help but rub his brows with a headache.
“Did I fucking do all of this?”
"It must have been Lao Lin who did it, right? It must have been him... He is the only one who can do such ridiculous things."
He "tsk...his head hurts, his head hurts..."
He sat down on the ground, holding his chin up and looking at the drawing paper, shaking his head and sighing helplessly.
"Come on! This is all your fault, okay? I have to take the blame for this kind of shit?!" Lin Yi, as Mao Feiyang's first-person perspective, had a panoramic view of Mao Feiyang's every move. Now that he heard him blaming himself, he couldn't help but jump with anger.
But he suddenly realized a problem - when he heard what Mao Feiyang said to himself just now, Mao Feiyang didn't speak at all!
In other words, what he heard... was what Mao Feiyang was thinking?
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A dull thunder sounded in the sky, and Mao Feiyang could vaguely feel the drops of water dripping onto his cheeks.
He subconsciously touched his face, and then realized that it was not sea water: "Raindrops... It seems like it's going to rain?"
At this moment, he suddenly found a beam of light hitting the spire behind his observation tower. He looked at the location where the beam originated, and then saw another watchtower in a corner of the fog-shrouded castle that was extremely difficult to detect.
There is a person who shines a beam of light on one observation tower after another like a night watchman at a harbor lighthouse, as if to send a warning and dismiss those artists like him who are sketching or doing other things.
Mao Feiyang turned around and found that Mu Daxian and the art student beside him had long disappeared. Only two easels were left holding two pieces of paper with ugly paint balls, still shivering in the sea breeze...
"Ah this...?"
"A heavy rain is coming, classmate Mao, the wind is blowing hard!" Mu Daxian helped Mao Feiyang pack up the shelves, and then went to pick up the palette and paint bucket not far away.
"It doesn't matter if the paint is gone, but the equipment needs to be packed!"
He explained while packing up, and the few people performed smooth and smooth operations, and finally returned to the passage before the wind and rain came.
The moment the door was closed, thunder and storms filled the dark sky like spider webs. After the first drop of rain splashed down like a water line, the rest of the heavy rain came in like thousands of troops.
Humbling dark clouds, lightning flashed across the sky, accompanied by thunder, as if the whole sky was roaring.
The strong storm roared, twisting the trees and grass on the rocks around the castle.
Dense rain swept across the world, forming an endless curtain of water.
The waves crashed against the rocks, and the water splashed in all directions, intertwined with the huge raindrops in the air, forming a blur of mist.
The sand grains in the storm are like sharp knives carrying the force of the wind, hitting people's faces hard, causing severe pain. The sea water became turbulent, rushing up, and hitting the coast with a huge noise.
Under this raging natural force, all life becomes insignificant.
The gloomy sky drowned out the last light, and the candlelight on the stone bridge was so small that only the last light spot remained. Only darkness and turbulent water filled the world.
Under such heavy rain, the spilled paint on the observation deck was quickly washed clean, and merged into streams of water, flowing down the mountain wall along the castle's drainage canal.
The corpses of smelly fish and rotten shrimps under the cliff were splashed by the heavy rain, and an even more disgusting smell surged in the mud, as if a feast of ghouls had been set off...
On stormy nights, the ocean became a wild realm in the dark, making all life feel despair, powerlessness, insignificance and fear.
…
From the windows above the clock tower, splashing rainwater flowed down like thin silver lines.
The window glass was rattled by the storm, as if it might be shattered at any time.
The chasing wind was full of sharp whistles, passing through the gaps in the bell tower, bringing an icy chill.
The spiral staircase inside the clock tower kept rattling due to the vibrations of the storm, and the dim lights were swallowed up by the darkness amid the wind and rain.
The bell tower was filled with a damp and sad atmosphere. The ancient murals on the walls were soaked by rain and blurred. The glory of the past seemed to be gradually dissipated in the storm.
Art students hurriedly avoided the bell tower area, shivering in the cold wind. There were expressions of fear and worry on their faces. There seemed to be a mysterious and tense connection between them and the bell tower, and tragedy could break out at any time.
However, even in the storm, the bell tower still stands tall. It seems to be the last glory in the castle, a symbol and testimony of the relics of the old era.
The bronze bell on the bell tower made a low buzzing sound in the violent storm. When the sound waves vibrated, an invisible field was formed. A series of vague ripples spread out like sharp blades, covering the entire castle...
On the cliff closest to the sea in the castle, the night watchman was in the storm, letting the heavy rain splash a layer of water on the windbreaker, and the iron tower-like figure remained motionless.
He looked back at the clock tower, then carried the ancient bronze lamp to the cliff.
The strong wind made his windbreaker rustle, and the heavy rain made his hair sloppy on his face, but his face was as resolute as a knife.
He slowly raised the ancient green lantern, and the orange-yellow light opened up a field in the wind and rain.
Under the cliff at his feet, countless twisted figures were raging like a swarm of insects. They climbed up desperately, as if they were trying to invade the area where the castle was located.
In front of the night watchman, the wind and rain seemed to reflect some kind of unknown creature with wings. It was like the master of the insect swarm, surrounded by them and moving forward, like an iron cavalry, flattening and submerging this lonely castle.
Those swarm-like figures were screaming in pain as they climbed. The sound was mixed with the whine of the sea breeze and the beating of the heavy rain, as if it was resonating with some ancient and cult music and hymn.
In the wind and rain, that strange sound rushed to the night watchman like a tsunami:
< forTapte Sjeler fanTome..."
The night watchman's face was expressionless, but a cluster of red-gold flames seemed to be ignited in his eyes, which seemed to be more blazing than the brilliance of the sun.
His pursed and faintly curved lips finally loosened.
He spoke slowly, and uttered syllables that had the same origin as that cry of pain, but his voice was low and thick, like the sound of a thousand-year-old bell, covering the tsunami and thunder, spanning endless time, and resounding here:
"De jager lyset i tke blir til er!""
"Boom - click!!!"
Pure white thunder tore through the dark sky and passed by the side of the bell tower.
The scene at this moment is exactly the same as the painting painted by Mao Feiyang. However, there is no trace related to the night watchman in Mao Feiyang's painting.
…
In the passage of Art Classroom-IV, Mao Feiyang looked at the water stains on the glass window and looked at the world outside the window that had almost changed for the whole day. He couldn't help but be stunned.
Looking at the paint washed away by the rain, feeling the gloomy cold air seeping through the crack in the door, his hand slowly tightened the damaged paper on which the painting was drawn: "Is that really a 'virtual image'?"
The art student next to him couldn't help being startled when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, he was pulled by Mu Daxian beside him.
Mu Daxian glanced at Mao Feiyang and said solemnly: "Let's go back to the classroom first."
Mao Feiyang slowly retracted his gaze and followed Mu Daxian's footsteps, but after taking only a few steps, he couldn't help but look back at the outside world.
It was just that this time the distance was a bit far, and he saw nothing except the glass window that was wet with water.
Lin Yi's eyes followed Mao Feiyang away, but as he was walking in the passage, he suddenly felt a light and airy feeling under his feet, as if there were no stone bricks under his feet.
Lin Yi was startled and suddenly realized something: "Wait, this...?!"
At this moment, he felt that the space around him suddenly shattered like a mirror image, and he stepped on the air and fell into the crack.
"Entered here again!"
Lin Yi calmed down quickly. He guessed that if dreams were in order, it would be his turn to enter Kuai Hongji or Wei Liang's field of vision next, right?
As expected, he soon felt a pushing sensation on his back, as if a comfortable hotbed was supporting his body.
His vision changed and became clearer...
Then he found himself lying on the bed.
"Bed?"
His first reaction was to be stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but mutter: "How can there be a bed?"
Just as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from beside him: "Why shouldn't there be a bed? Lao Lin, are you sleeping stupid?"
Lin Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and then he realized that he had woken up.
He followed the sound and looked over, and at first glance he found Wei Liang lying on his fence, sticking out a huge face and looking at him with a fatherly smile.
The power outage time in the dormitory is from 0:00 to 18:00, so the only light in the dormitory at this time comes from the sunlight outside the window. When the sunlight is refracted on Wei Liang's face, the yellow and white face with a smile suddenly has a sense of déjà vu like a grimace in a Hong Kong movie.
"Holy shit, you're pretending to be a ghost so early in the morning to scare me?!"
He felt a chill, slapped him over, and pushed Wei Liang off the bed.
ification?
Wei Liang's center of gravity was unsteady and he suddenly fell off the bed.
The sound of the chair's "light clang" and Wei Liang's "ouch" sound instantly merged into one.
Lin Yi quickly glanced at his watch.
6:28.
Then he carefully checked the time on the pendulum clock on the wall and found that it was also 6:28.
Although he experienced a very exciting journey in the dream, his spirit and body did not show the same fatigue as he had experienced that journey.
On the contrary, at this moment, he felt refreshed, his thoughts were clear, and his whole person couldn't be better.
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He stretched out for a long time, and his body could not help but make a series of crackling bones, as if it had undergone some kind of strange transformation.
He is good, but some people are not so good.
Wei Liang was lying on his back in the aisle between the beds, making a hissing sound in his mouth, and his body kept tickling once or twice, like a chrysalis.
Lin Yi looked past Wei Liang and towards the other roommates.
Tian Bufan was washing up in front of the sink. Wei Shan had just come out of the bathroom. Kuai Hongji stood beside Tian Bufan, adjusting his collar in the mirror, and then looked out the window.
"Have you all gotten up early?" Lin Yi asked in surprise.
"Seeing that you are sleeping soundly, I'll let you sleep a little longer...Grrrrrr..." Tian Bufan rinsed his mouth and washed his face, "You have to line up to wash up anyway, so there's no need to get up all at once."
Tian Bufan gave up his position and walked to the side to wipe his face with a towel. Kuai Hongji behind him happened to take his place.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's my turn, right?" Wei Liang called from the ground.
"The man with the chrysalis ranks behind the dog." Tian Bufan came to him and was about to step over.
"Holy shit! A gentleman doesn't tolerate humiliation!" Wei Liang stood up from a crouch and avoided Tian Bufan's crotch humiliation.
Tian Bufan and Wei Liang came to Lin Yi's bedside, stretched out his hand and knocked on the edge of the bed: "Get up."
"Please, I'm already awake." Lin Yi said speechlessly.
"So I'm asking you to get up, not to wake you up."
"...What you said makes sense and I can't refute it."
Lin Yi got out of bed silently.
"So...what did you dream about?" Tian Bufan asked beside Lin Yi.
Lin Yi was the last one in the dormitory to get out of bed. By the time he changed clothes and finished washing, it was already nearly 6:45.
I rested for a day and there were no symptoms of improvement. It was so uncomfortable... It would be okay if it was just a runny nose. It was mainly a runny nose and tears. Then there was the sound of the wind and waves in my ears all the time. I really wanted to write, but as soon as I sat down, my whole head was buzzing and I couldn't concentrate at all. The plot of this chapter of the Night Watch was written yesterday. It took two days to complete one chapter... It was too painful...
(End of this chapter)