默读/SILENT READING Epilogue

although, do you know that Director Lu has blacklisted you?”

Fei Du: “…”

“In fact, he didn’t know how to blacklist. He came downstairs on purpose to find Tao Ran and ask him how, and when he’d asked he put it into practice on you. A middle-aged man past his fifth decade, thirty years behind the times, learning a new technical skill for your sake. Darling, isn’t it glorious?”

He wished he could rip through time, stride seven years into the past, pick up that silent child, scoop him out of his unrevealed pain, say to him, “I’m sorry, I came too late.”

He said, “You didn’t… The monsters are all cleared away, and I’m the last one. Can you shut me up in your home?”

Maybe all the Feis really were natural sadists. With only one breath left, Fei Du could still rig up the greatest torture of Luo Wenzhou’s life to torment him with.

There were too many troublemaking spirits in this house.

“That piece of land, that town, will be a nightmare they can’t escape to the ends of their lives,” Fei Du picked up. “But the existence of hell is an objective reality. If you don’t hear it, see it, or think of it, it still won’t disappear on its own, not unless you occupy it, rule it, pick up the hoe yourself and plant it full of flowers—the hardest part has passed, and of course the rest must be done.”

There’s no need to worry about things moving if you’re all right where you are.

Luo Wenzhou only wanted to see the world in chaos.

Sometimes, for a person who was still alive, an ending wasn’t the final absolution from all problems; it could only wake a person from his tangled nightmares and give him the possibility of looking ahead.

You couldn’t live beside too many people in life, but in death you could sleep in lively company.