The sun rises early in the east in Buenos, and I don't know what time it was last night, but I fell asleep. Fingers hit the bottle next to the bluestone slab, and the ding-dong sound pulled me back to the real world. I don't remember any dreams, but I don't think I ever had any.

"Are you awake?" the Russian girl from yesterday seemed to have been sitting next to me for a long time.

"When did you come?" I straightened up, took out a wipe from my backpack and wiped my face briefly, then cleaned my teeth with mouthwash.

"When there are still stars in the sky," the girl's eyes seemed to be missing something compared to yesterday.

"Looking for a friend?" I broke a piece of bread and handed it to her, and she shook her head, not knowing whether to reject the bread I had sent me or to deny my question.

"Go wash your face with me, and shave your beard by the way, you look like a middle-aged man of forty now," the girl stood up and patted the dust off her pants.

I nodded. Follow her along the river for about 30 minutes, then turn off a path into a multi-storey residential building. Her home is located on the top floor of the second building after entering the community. Due to the lack of adequate sleep and regular diet for two days, when I climbed to the fifth floor, I felt shortness of breath and my brain could not supply oxygen smoothly.

"It's one level further up, do you want to rest?" the girl asked, turning her head to me. I waved my hand and signaled that I could hold on a bit.

After unlocking the door, the room was as compact as the apartment I was living in, and there was a two-seater sofa in front of the door, which was said to be a double person, but if two people sat on it, it would feel very cramped, and there was a round coffee table with crystal glasses in front of the sofa. There is a ceramic bathtub in the side hall on the right-hand side of the door, and there is only a double bed covered with starry sky graphic sheets in the innermost bedroom.

"We seem to have overlooked a regular step, my name is Ирина," the girl turned and pointed to the couch, "you sit down for a while, and I'll pour you a cup of coffee." ”

"Don't bother, I've got water in my bag," the fatigue rushed to the top of his head like a flood of beasts as his body sank deep into the couch.

"Don't fall asleep yet, just wait a little bit, just blink an eye," the girl's mouth tilted slightly to the upper left, smiling quietly like a crescent moon.

"I'm not sure I can really blink," I laughed as well.

Irina walked to the small kitchen with the faint sound of coffee beans stirring, and fearing that the monotony would make me feel sleepy, I got up from the navy-blue soft sofa and paced to count the cracks in the old walls.

"I said it would be soon," Irina said, holding two elaborate white porcelain coffee cups on the coffee table.

"Thank you very much," I said, returning to the couch and sitting on the arm of the couch to my left, "it smells strong." ”

"I thought you wouldn't be used to black coffee," Irina said as she put down her cup, her pink lip prints shimmering like moonlight on the golden shore, "Do you have a razor in your bag? ”

"Brought it," his eyes seemed to be attracted by the mysterious magnetic force, and he couldn't help but look at the teacup with lip prints again.

"You can go take a shower and shave your beard," Irina looked at me again, as if I had done something wrong, and didn't dare look at her.

"Okay," I whispered, finishing my coffee and getting up and walking to the bathroom.

When the water tap is unscrewed, the water vapor spreads through the room at a very slow rate. I took off my clothes and pants, folded them neatly and put them on the cabinet, tested the temperature of the water, and stepped into the bathtub. The warmth and thinness of the air amplified the sleepiness without limit, the eyelids pressed together as the body relaxed, and consciousness plunged into the abyss of darkness.

It must have been a long time since the temperature of the water had become less warm than before, but the mist in the room was still as thick as fresh milk. The pleasure of the lower body, with a convulsion like an electric shock, the body is as silent as the smooth sea after a typhoon. A snow-white figure hurriedly opened the bathroom door, walked out and closed it again, and after a breeze swept through the room, everything seemed to have happened quietly. I quickly got up to dry my body, put on my clothes and walked out of the bathroom, while Irina was curled up on the sofa and sleeping soundly, her plump breasts rising and falling evenly with her breathing. I turned around and looked at my face in a mirror on the bathroom wall. In just two days, his beard was already a mess of weeds in the wilderness, his eye sockets were sunken, and his cheeks were much thinner as if they had been cut by a sharp knife.

"Maybe it's a dream," I muttered to myself, pinching my chin in my right hand.

After shaving off her beard, her face looked much better, and when I walked out of the bathroom again, Irina was already sitting up and leaning back into the couch.

"You're done," Irina said, stretching her waist, "this is a young man in his early twenties." ”

"Thank you very much for helping me," I felt a little hot in my cheeks.

"Would you like something to eat?" Irina stood up, her big eyes like a spring in a mountain stream.

"Aren't you going to wait for a friend today?" I lit a cigarette and pulled out one and handed it to her.

"Thanks," Irina took the cigarette, "only yesterday was waiting, and something happened once is enough." The color of the cigarette faded from blue to gray, surrounding her long blond hair.

"Won't it change?"

"Change is an extremely painful thing for people like me. ”

"Has anyone else used that bathtub besides me?"

"She's been here too, that skinny Chinese girl," Irina smiled again.