Dongwen was so frightened that he cried on the ground and almost collapsed. He ran away with his head in his hands, running madly out of the mansion and back into the tiny 9-foot room he had rented. He was wrapped in a blanket, his head and face covered, and placed in a small corner of the bed against the wall, suffocated and starved of oxygen, sweating cold from the suffocating heat. Only then did he slowly regain his timid sense of reason.
Since then, Toon never contacted Wang Yong again. He basically organized the information he had collected so far, listed the logic, wrote a summary, packaged the information, and sent it to Wang Yong. I deleted Wang Yong from my contacts and wanted nothing to do with him.
It was all because Wang Yong forced him to see this that night, and the psychological shadow that Dongwen had finally escaped was torn from his mind every night.
He had to turn on all the lights in his rented house before he went to bed. The curtains in the house should not be opened before dawn. Because the reflections spreading into the house from the windows under the light of the moon remind him of a bird in the shadows. It was so ugly that he had to cover his ears tightly. He didn't want to hear the sounds ing into his ears in the middle of the night. Because it reminds you that objects are spinning, twisting, and grinding.
Dong Wen blocked Wang Yong's phone number, but Wang Yong still sent messages every day. His message was included in a message dedicated to harassing intercepts. There can be no recall unless it is Dongwen himself. Only then, when something unexpected happened, did Dongwen begin to reflect on the message sent by Wang Yong.
The sudden change was that Wang Yong disappeared and the team of scholars who were studying the old books with him disappeared the day after the banquet.
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