After dinner at my grandmother's house, my mother and I went back to our home in the downtown area, which was not far away, walking across a stone bridge over a moat and a few more alleys. Although it was close enough to walk in less than twenty minutes, it was like passing through a transparent barrier somewhere, only a few lights within the barrier still flashed with the corresponding light of the stars, and the rest of the brick roofs, cement or wood fences were swallowed up in the dark ink of the night, and the street lamps, shops, and headlights of vehicles outside the barrier all emitted a dazzling light, like the bright roar of a giant beast, constantly struggling in the night.

"How long will you stay this time?" said my mother, who changed into her pajamas and sat on the sofa after entering the house, "The beer in the refrigerator was bought from the supermarket yesterday, and there is also dried fish that you can catch and eat." ”

I walked to the kitchen on the west side of the restaurant, pulled out a bottle of beer, a bag of fish fillets, and a beer glass from the refrigerator standing next to the cupboard. On the coffee table in front of the sofa, he pulled down a puff cushion from the sofa and put it on the mahogany floor, sat in front of the coffee table, and said, "Seven days, I'm going back after helping my friend get married, after all, it's not a good thing to take too long off." I coughed lightly twice, and my throat was sore and itchy.

"Do you want to take some medicine, will you be unaccustomed to the water and soil when you come back?" asked my mother as she switched TV programs.

"No need, just drink some beer, go to the bathtub for a hot bath in a while, and get a good night's sleep, nothing will matter." ”

"Well, you can't take medicine as soon as you get sick, the human body needs to get sick and then heal itself, so that not only will it not have a drug effect on the body, but it can also improve a person's antibodies. If you always rely on drugs, your health will only get worse and worse," Mom got up and walked towards the bathroom, "Then I'll go and put water for you first, if you want to put a large bathtub of water time is indispensable, so it's better to do it as soon as possible, anyway, there is no good TV." ”

"Okay," I said, taking a sip of beer, tearing open a piece of dried fish and chewing it in my mouth. There is an unknown youth idol drama playing on TV, the man is wearing a slim suit, slender legs, and handsome facial features, it looks like he should be a rich and powerful boy in the family, while the girl opposite is an ordinary dress, ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, and is the kind of girl who will be completely lost by the flow of people if she is thrown in the subway crowd. It's really a script that makes people guess the ending as soon as they see the beginning, Cinderella counterattacks after going through hardships, and returns to the castle with the prince to live happily ever after. But when you're bored and don't want to think, it's a good way to pass the time. I watched the scene on the TV screen, a well-lit, beautiful and surprisingly few customers, the hero and heroine sat face to face on either side of a round table wrapped in a pale green tablecloth, the table was lined with brightly colored flowers, and a gorgeous crystal ceiling hung from the roof of the shed above them, as if to tell people that this is a high-end restaurant that is not paid to pay, the hero elegantly cuts a tender and juicy steak with a knife and fork in the mouth, and the heroine is silent and pulls the corner of the pink dress with her hands underneath。

"Why don't you eat it?"

"No, it's just that this restaurant should be very expensive, my mother said that you can't eat other people's things without care, and if you eat it, you have to find a way to return it, but it's too expensive, even if you take my salary for a month, I'm afraid I can't afford it," the heroine whispered timidly.

"It's okay, I don't want you to pay it back, just eat it well, if you don't eat it for a while, it will get cold and unpalatable," the hero's smile seems to be a sign that must exist in the character setting, no matter what tone you speak, the smile will not be deformed, it really looks like a junior high school classmate of mine who is excellent in character and learning. No matter what school I am in, there will always be such a person, who is different in a group, not only has excellent grades, but also likes teachers, parents, and many classmates, but for some reason, I can't fit into this circle, or rather, it is difficult for me to fully integrate into any circle, just like a piece of sand thrown into water or swamp, there is no way to transform into water or silt.

There was a sound of "whooshing" water in the bathroom, and I began to think about some things about junior high school, to be precise, about that classmate, but I couldn't remember anything specific except for the smile, maybe because there was no intersection after graduating from junior high school, so the memory was locked in an intricate labyrinth. No matter how much time you spend looking for it through any of the entrances, it is still difficult to find. Maybe inadvertently, under the inadvertent light and shadow, the right path will inadvertently appear in front of me, so I gave up and continued to play with the maze and continued to drink beer and watch TV.

"Do you need a change of clothes?" asked Mom, poking her head out of the laundry.

"It's all in the trunk, and I've packed it in a blue bag," I replied.

"The water is ready, are you done drinking?" said Mom.

"Hmm," I nodded, stood up, pulled out a set of pajamas from the bedroom, and walked into the bathroom, a white mist greeted me, and the unrealistic feeling, as if the hazy consciousness still on the train was suddenly pulled back. I closed the door, put my phone on the marble cabinet in the washbasin, selected Autumn in new york from the music list, turned up the volume to almost the maximum, and got into the hot tub.

As my body temperature continued to rise as the water fluctuated, there were already many beads of sweat on my forehead, so I reached out and pulled the towel hanging by the bathtub into my hand, folded it a few times and put it on my forehead to prevent the sweat from slipping into my eyes. The music played steadily, except for the frantic spin of the washing machine near the laundry room, as if the train was still speeding in a strange land.

"I'm here!" a young woman's voice, not her mother, sounded like it had rushed to my ears after stumbling through an empty cavern. I snapped open my eyes and found myself still in the car, full of passengers, some reading magazines, some watching movies on the computer, some napping with headphones on.

"How about sitting next to me?" the woman's voice came again, but no one but me seemed to hear it, and they all sat down at the table in their previous positions. I moved out of the hallway between the seats, searching for the location of the sound, but no one made any movement, everyone was engaged in doing their thing as if they were assembled machines.

"You're calling me?" I asked, heading towards the end of the hallway where no one was around.

"Of course, can you sit down and talk, ten minutes, half an hour," the voice didn't have a physical vibration, but it was a copy of the words in my head.

"But where are you?" I wondered.

"I'm right here!"

I walked to the junction of the trains, car by car, looking for passengers one by one, but found nothing.

"I can't find you, but can you tell me who you are? Do we know each other?" I was going to give up.

"Of course I do, and I'm very familiar," the other end of the voice laughed, and I wasn't sure if she was actually smiling, but consciousness told me she was. There is a kind of anger that has been fooled, and it suddenly arises. I turned my head and walked back to my seat, but I forgot where my seat was, and the carriage was full of people, going about their own business, like a clockwork machine. After a few mouthfuls of water choked on the train, I hurriedly grabbed the area around the bathtub and straightened up, the towel fell into the water and floated, the music was still flowing soothingly, and the washing machine had stopped running.