At midnight, the sound of the car that passed by from time to time outside the window clearly passed through the glass, and then passed along the optical cables that were thousands of kilometers long to the other side of the ocean.

The two of them placed their cell phones against the inside of the wall of the bed, but their bodies subconsciously faced the window, looking at the blurry and dreamy night view, and the sound behind them was equivalent to another world.

If the noise of the car driving back and forth from time to time from time to time, no one would feel that there was a pair of ears far away from the ocean in the room, and you could hear every move in the room.

As for the most twitching, or the most annoying breathing sound, it has long been strangled into the nose by its owners.

Lin Zhexun's eyes were rotating wildly, but he did not dare to make any major moves. The phone behind him was connected to a charging cable, and the light noise from time to time reminded that the one behind him was Tokyo.

It feels a bit fantastic and a bit sweet.

In my memory, I have never had such a situation. It seems that there is a person lying behind me. There are changes in air caused by physical reasons, and I can even feel the folds of the sheets caused by the other person lying on the bed.

There is nothing but this person does not exist and does not breathe.

This also made Lin Zhexu's brain still run wildly and quickly, trying to avoid this "ghost pressing on the bed", but it was not scary, and it even felt a little itchy.

What does this count as a matter of? Do you share a bed with a pillow online?

His brain was consuming energy frantically, wanting to get answers from thousands of books he had read.

But most of them are legal, philosophy, and various sociology and psychology works. The amount of reading about sensibility and love is actually not high.

From Cupid and Psych, Romeo and Juliet in Western literary works...

No, no, these do not conform to the cultural values ​​of the East. So let’s look for examples from the East: Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing’s two families are seeking a joint burial, and Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu’s souls are broken...

Very unlucky...

Why do I have some tragic endings in my mind? And these are most fictional tragic stories?

Since that's the case, let's find some realistic foundations. The endings are all: Dukes of Windsor and Simpson who gave up the throne, Feng Qiuhuang from Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, Cleopatra and Caesar Anthony, and British poets Browning and Marlett.

The best ending he could think of was "French conscience". The love that was buried together in the love that was not married to Jean-Paul Sartre, the old friend of China, ended up being buried together.

Is there a good ending? Yes, but the process always has great shortcomings, accompanied by the sacrifices of one person and two people: the Duke of Windsor gave up the throne, Sima Xiangru finally abandoned Zhuo Wenjun, who ran towards him for his official position. Needless to say, Cleopatra died the most miserable death. Browning dragged his tumult, and his broken body spent the rest of his life with Malaite.

Why do you always feel that there is no perfect ending for emotional stories in the world, or that it always requires sacrifice of many things?

So everything is a conspiracy! Lies! They are all imperfect!

And is it necessary to spend time and effort to get such an imperfect thing?

unnecessary!

So Lin Zhexu used his little brain to come to the conclusion: love is a tmd, everything is a beautiful dream made up by love books, bookmakers and film and television capitalists, as well as the spiritual illusions of people after dinner.

The world only has the coldest substance and the most passionate desires in reality. What kind of beautiful and pure love does not exist, it does not exist at all!

Thinking of this, Lin Zhexu grew up and let out a slight breath, then turned his body and turned his back to the window. However, he thought that the phone did not seem to be closed.

Did you disturb her?

But when I carefully opened my ears to listen, I could only hear the sound of cars passing by from neon lights from time to time. It sounded like I didn't wake up again.

So do you snore at night?

Talking in your sleep or grinding your teeth?

If it disturbs her, will it cause her to get angry and suffer from insomnia?

I shouldn't have agreed to the other party's phone hang like this. Does this make me look frivolous? After all, the opposite side is a girl's boudoir. Is this considered eavesdropping on the secrets of the boudoir?

You need to find experience, watch movies, and see how "I" fell in love before. Is the person on the other end of the phone trying to ease the relationship? Or... what are you suggesting? Even saying that you are having an ambiguous relationship?

My mind is a little confused.

......

After a brief exchange, everything seemed to have calmed down on the opposite side of the microphone. And because the other party was unwilling to communicate again, some people were inevitably a little disappointed and angry.

The scenery outside the windows is just monotonous neon lights. In Tokyo nights, this area is dormant.

Li Zhien bulged his mouth, and the full baby fat on his face was squeezed and deformed, making him look a little cute. He put his phone behind him. However, he was huddled in the quilt, and the soft silk cotton pillow core on his head.

The hair in front of the jaw is a little wet that is not dry yet. It is precisely because of the temperature and subtle airflow that evaporates outwards that the invisible water vapor can actually completely represent that the owner's mood at this time is less worries than before.

She didn't dare to turn around and face her phone like Lin Zhexin. Because this would let her know that there was actually no one behind her, only a lonely phone and a neatly tidy pillow.

This sense of security that has finally been shaped will completely disappear.

Take a deep breath and feel the sense of security brought to yourself by the quilt.

She has always trusted the quilt very much. When she first met Lin Zhe, she hid in the quilt. And this time she still did.

Try to slowly empty my mind, but some fragments of the airport during the day appear in my mind from time to time, floating to my own lyrics creation from time to time, and jumping to the night of New Year's Day from time to time. Finally, I returned to the memories I hid behind the partition and heard that I could remember it word by word.

Slowly blurred, feeling the light pajamas brought to me by the warm quilt. I felt my body gradually fading away the clothes, and the color on my skin also faded, turning into a colorless bubble.

After a gust of wind blew, there was no thought floating in the wilderness, completely forgetting that there was another bubble chasing her behind her.
Chapter completed!