My Mr. Tree Hole

In such a big room, for a long time, I was the only one.

I opened the door myself and walked across the room.

I thought it was a dream, but I found that the world of quiet and peaceful dreams was just empty and boundless, and I was still alone.

Just when I was lonely and suffocating, he appeared, suddenly appeared, and broke into my world silently.

? It is in the shape of an adult man, and its body surface is covered with a thin layer of bark.

? I walked quickly to him, and he closed his eyes and mouth, motionless and not even breathing.

I gently stretched out my index finger, feeling very gentle, like being wrapped in a soft shell. My feet are connected to the ground, and some air roots are exposed in the air.

It turned out to be Mr. Shu Dong.

According to the old man, everyone will have his own Mr. Tree Hole. You can tell him all the joys and sorrows, and he will stay with you until death do us part. But no one knows his origin and when he died.

I am very happy. I still have Mr. Shu Dong. I want to name him. The so-called justified. I've been thinking about it for a long time. I haven't thought about it so seriously for a long time. I really fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was dark. I said sorry to Mr. Shu Dong, "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid."

Mr. Shu Dong accompanied me quietly in the dark, and I felt happy for the first time.

The previous days were dull. Since Mr. Shu Dong appeared, I feel that my feet have taken root with him. What happens every day, I am willing to talk to him:

"I'm so sleepy today. I'm going to sleep with the soothing rabbit all day. Lying in bed is the happiest thing in the world. "

"My eyes are infected with bacteria. Sure enough, hard work doesn't suit me. "

"In cold and windy weather, I like eating warm vegetarian noodles best."

"I worked hard and touched the whole universe."

They are all declarative sentences.

Although Mr. Shu Dong is quiet and doesn't like to talk, I don't know if he has the ability to think. I'm afraid asking questions will disturb his existence. What if I ask him what he is doing? He wants to answer, but he can't. Will he die suddenly as if he suddenly appeared?

The world of dreams has also become vivid, with occasional breeze floating in the air, mixed with faint flowers.

In his dream, Mr. Shudong would sit on the ground and tell jokes and squint at each other. His favorite food turned out to be hot pot and crayfish.

After a while, I found that Mr. Shu Dong was not a constant layer. His air roots will be born and die normally, tree dander will fall off his body, and his facial expression will suddenly change.

But he never opened his eyes. I can't help but wonder whether his pupils are as clear as lake water, as dark and mysterious as starry sky, or a little sexy dark brown, or as scarlet as hell.

I was afraid he was hungry, so I fed him peach-flavored fudge. The next day, he actually had a pimple on his chest. On the third day, it fell out of the pimple and hit the ground. It's fudge. I am sorry to see Mr. Shu Dong in pain.

I am more sure that he is alive and more afraid that he is dead.

The more I fear losing Mr. Tree Hole, the more I like him, I know.

One day a month later, the white weather was horribly depressing, and there was no wind in the sultry air. After nightfall, the weather began to change, and showers with strong winds ravaged the ground, mixed with lightning and thunder.

After nightfall, the weather began to change, and showers raged on the ground with strong winds, mixed with lightning and thunder.

The disrepair windows were blown down before midnight, and the wind and rain poured in instantly. Mr. Shudong was suddenly blown away by half a tree root, and there were rings on the torn soles of his feet, which were full of horrible green juice. The bark of his body fell off one by one and ended up everywhere. Mr. Shu Dong looked pale and frowned. I hugged him desperately and buried my head in his chest until my body became colder than him.

Just as consciousness gradually disappeared, a faint heartbeat appeared in Mr. Shu Dong's chest. ...

When I woke up again, the tree hole lived first.

The heavy rain raged all night, and the sky and the world became extraordinarily fresh. The sun shines through the uncovered window frame, which makes the room particularly bright.

I was still in Mr. Shu Dong's arms, and the lamp on his back vaguely saw his mouth rising into a beautiful arc.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. You are petite and soft than I thought. " Mr. Shu Dong spoke with a playful smile.

I didn't expect you to be such a Mr. Tree Hole. I thought to myself.

"I have to go, thank you for your company." Mr. Shu Dong spoke again, still smiling, but I was scared. I can't help but hold his hand hard.

His hands are so white, whiter than my bloodless skin, shining, not the colored light refracted by the sun, but the starlight that disappears from the inside out. My Mr. Shu Dong is dying. What should I do? What to do!

? "Wake up, wake up! Mr. Xia is awake! " Noisy voices echoed in my ears.

? "Congratulations! Mr. Xia finally woke up! " A little girl dressed as a nurse said excitedly to me.

Oh, I remember. I drive with him. I ran into a big truck in the opposite direction to avoid a puppy that ran off the road. He slammed the steering wheel to the right at the last minute, and I was slightly scratched. He became a vegetable.

? What about now? He woke up.

? I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I had a long dream in which I became a tree.