Duan Ran's voice was very soft, and the rhythm between the words seemed to have some kind of rhythm that made people want to listen to it all the time.

Qin Jian's brows were tightly locked, and a certain sense of panic inexplicably arose in his heart.

It is undeniable that everything seems to be like what Duan Ran portrayed, but he never realized this.

All along, he played Mozart in a state immersed in the storyline of Amadeus.

Each chapter of the story gave him a different kind of experience, and this experience really gave him a sense of natural immersion in Mozart that no one else had.

Even in his conversations with Sayaway, he felt that way.

It was only when Duan Ran said this that he felt a little bad.

For some reason, he instinctively developed a sense of fear of being dominated.

For a while, my back was a little chilly.

"What's wrong?"

Duan Ran saw that Qin Jian was silent, and his face was not very natural, so he hurriedly said, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Moment.

Qin Jian shook his head and glanced at Duan Ran gratefully, "Thank you." ”

Duan Ran laughed, "What are you doing?" ”

Qin Jian just looked at this Ran smile and didn't say anything.

"Actually, all of this is just a little bit of my thought, which is to tell you to stick to your own ideas and play, and not to cater to other people's ideas just because of the CD recording. ”

"I think what people want to hear is your voice. ”

Qin Jian's voice. ”

Duan Ran got up and stood up, stretching his waist, his voice full of joy.

"Alright, it's almost time. She looked at Qin Jian, her eyes trembling slightly, "I think you must get up early tomorrow." ”

Qin Jian was still recalling Duan Ran's words just now, and looked at the clock on the wall when he heard the sound, and the time had already reached a quarter past two.

It's really time to rest.

It was only when he stood up that he seemed to realize something.

This is the case.

In such an ambiguous space of time, two young men and women are once again in the same room.

But they just stood quietly at a distance of one meter, looking at each other in the air, silent.

In the quiet room, there was a faint smell in the air.

Qin Jian opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end.

A moment later.

Another moment.

Duan Ran smiled and broke the silence, "Then I'll go back to sleep." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and put on a thin coat and walked towards the door.

Qin Jian's mind was so confused that he didn't even have time to think about where the other party was going.

He subconsciously raised his hand and shouted, "Duan Ran!"

Looking at the lonely figure that stopped under the dark partition, his heart was briefly relaxed, and his Adam's apple swayed up and down.

Duan Ran didn't look back, she was afraid.

I'm afraid that when I turn around, I won't have the courage to walk out of this door by myself tonight.

She's not afraid to stay here.

She even hoped that Qin Jian would open his mouth and keep herself.

As long as the other party speaks, she is ready to turn back and send the hottest embrace desperately.

Just, just.

It's just that the voice behind him is a little weaker, "Where are you going?"

The five flavors were mixed, instantly eroding every perceptual nerve of Duan Ran.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and for a moment, she couldn't even realize what it was like.

Suddenly.

She smiled softly.

It was as if I had the courage to turn back at this moment.

Raising his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, he took out a hotel key card from his trench coat and raised it in the air.

"I'm not going anywhere. ”

After taking a deep breath, Duan Ran turned his head, his clear gaze without the slightest impurity.

"Don't worry, I'm right next to you. She smiled again, "It's been a long, long time since I've eaten rice noodles like this." ”

"Thank you for the rice noodles you brought me, Qin Jian. ”

Turning around and pushing the door open, her back paused again, "I really miss you." ”

"Good night. ”

"I'll wake you up tomorrow morning. ”

With that, the door was gently shut.

Then there was a knock at the door next door.

There were still remnants of Duan Ran's smell in the house, her cloth bag, her suitcase, and her shoes.

I looked at the door for a long time, until I stood until my legs were numb.

Qin Jian picked up the wine that Duan Ran hadn't finished drinking and poured it into his mouth.

He placed the empty bottle in his hand in the pile of bottles that Duan Ran had put away in the corner.

Then he hung Duan Ran's cloth bag on the wall, squatted down on the spot and carefully straightened Duan Ran's shoes.

Not knowing what else he could do, Qin Jian sat back on the edge of the bed.

Smelling a spicy smell, his gaze shifted to the rice noodles on the bedside.

Picking it up and looking at it, he smiled, and sure enough, there was still one bite left.

"It's delicious, do you want to take a bite. ”

Duan Ran's words seemed to sound in his ears, and he gently picked up the fork and tasted it.

"Delicious. ”

Putting down the bowl, Qin Jian slowly lay down.

His hand ran over the sheets and touched something cold.

Duan Ran's phone. ”

...

...

A wall apart.

Duan Ran returned to his room.

This is her room.

Old Porter told her the room number of the Qinjian Hotel, and when she arrived here from the airport, she hesitated and opened the room.

She felt like she needed at least that room.

It's a foreign country again, and before Qin Jian opened her mouth, no one asked her where she would sleep tonight.

Before leaving Qin Jian's room, she said the words that had been held in her heart for a long time.

Although she didn't get any response, she was relieved to face the mirror at the moment.

Perhaps there has never been a so-called fairness in the world of feelings, and men and women have long been well versed in it, and they have a lot of fun releasing suggestive signals in all kinds of emotional details.

But Duan Ran didn't understand, and she wouldn't either.

It's just that her simple thoughts were completely fermented at that moment, and the words blurted out.

Now that I think it's my business, there's a smell of 'I think you're my business, it's none of your business'.

Maybe this interpretation is wrong, but what does it matter?

As soon as the words have been blurted out, they have taken a step forward.

"The future can be handed over to time, but it is never the present. ”

Duan Ran found the most peaceful moment in this time.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized that she had really changed a little.

The alienation between the eyebrows and eyes is getting lighter and fainter.

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

After a moment, the black silk in the mirror circled a snow-white patch.

The material of black silk, which she had never worn before.

This is what she saw one day before she was going to make an appointment to help Qin Jian record a CD, when she passed by the women's counter on the street.

Probably because I thought it looked good at the time, probably because I felt that the size on my body was no longer appropriate, and there was probably a little naughty premeditation in it.

I bought it, and when she was about to pay, she realized that it was a two-piece set.

She didn't even have the courage to glance at the shameful thin piece of cloth, so she hurriedly paid the money and fled to the smile of the shopping guide.

When he got home, he threw his shopping bag into the corner of the drawer and never looked at it again.

But today, when I was changing my clothes before leaving.

She opened the imaginative drawer.

...

There seemed to be the kind of look that Qin Jian looked at himself from behind, and Duan Ranqiao's face flushed slightly.

"Fool. ”

The pajamas are next door, so naturally there is no way to change them.

Moment.

Duan Ran tightened the curtains.

Stretched under the skin-friendly bedding, it completely returns to the original liberation.

With a smile on his face, he slowly fell asleep.

She was so tired.

...

Qin Jian put down Duan Ran's mobile phone, and his mind was still stuck on the wallpaper.

Under the cherry blossom night, one grinned, the other frowned.

...

Someone is destined to fall asleep tonight, and someone is destined to not be able to sleep.