"What are you doing there?" said the same voice as on the train, sounding like a young girl, "Come here." ”

"Where are you?" I don't know if my eyes are open, like a world soaked in ink, and I can't see a single sight.

"I'm right in front of you," the girl's voice left an ethereal pick-up. I pulled a lighter out of my pocket, hoping to light a glimmer of light.

"Don't use the light to find my face, can you guarantee it?" the girl suddenly raised her voice.

"Promise," I stopped moving, not seeing my hands or feeling where they were.

"Won't you lie to me?" said the girl.

"No, it won't. ”

"So, might as well come over a little bit?"

The voice was low and hollow, as if it was coming very close, and yet it seemed too far away. I tried to identify the position of my limbs, then raised my left hand in front of my face, turned on the lighter with my right hand and lit a cigarette. A flash of fire tore through a corner of darkness like a spear. After the fire was extinguished, I checked the position of each organ in my head and pulled the flask out of my coat pocket.

"Would you like some?" I said, taking a sip and handing the flask to the front, reminding me of where she was.

"Yes," a lukewarm hand took the flask, and as the grunt swallowing sound died down, the flask was pushed against my chest again. I took the flask, but for a moment it was already cold like an iron fence after a snowstorm.

"It's been so long since I've seen you," I said, my throat soaked in wine adding a familiar heat.

"Really?" she said, "it must have been a long time." ”

"If memory doesn't lie to me, it should have been three or four years. ”

"Do memories still deceive?"

"Always. ”

"Hmm," she said, a little disappointed.

"Where have you been?" I smoked my cigarette and looked up in front of the firelight, and a thin, vague shadow stood in front of me.

"It's been a big circle," she said.

"Since the last time I felt you on the train, I have imagined a lot of situations, and although I am not sure, I should still be able to tell you. ”

She sighed, "yes, do you have to do things that you don't know you are sure of?"

I nodded, my head was for myself, and in this environment, no one else could see it.

"Yes, I think you're snow, at first I didn't think that the person on the phone, the person on the train, would be the same person, but then the idea gradually became clear, yes, I think it should be like this. ”

"Really, I'm snow?"

I felt an organ grow like a parasite, my internal organs began to feel crowded, my diaphragm kept contracting, and my lungs signaled a lack of oxygen to my brain. My esophagus twitched uncoincidentally, and I groped my way through the walls in the darkness, trying to find a fulcrum where I could rest for a while.

"In other words, if you were snow, these things would only make sense," I gasped.

"Is that so? Like finding the murderer first, and then analyzing the motive and evidence of the crime?"

"You called me many times, and in the two calls I had to receive, you were showing your appeal, which was more like a metaphor, not a superficial demand, and likewise, with the same effect as on the train, you conveyed the same thing to me through different channels, bypassing the simplest direct communication, it must also be a hindrance to something that could not be done, so I used similar language as a code. ”

She was silent for a long time, her fingers tapping on the wall from time to time, making a "pong" sound, "So, I'm snow? To be honest, I don't know if I'm snow or not." I don't know, it doesn't matter if you make it clear about what you want to know?"

"It doesn't matter. ”

"So you're here to see snow, but you're seeing me, and I'm not sure if it's snow or something. ”

"I don't know why I'm here, my body is still in the backyard of Niangniang Temple on Temple Street, I don't know when to close my eyes, when, and how to get here, but it is undeniable that I came here because of the judgment under the surface of my consciousness. ”

"So, what are you here for? Does your consciousness tell you?"

"Take you back. ”

"Why did you take me back?"

"Because I love you. And I know you love me just as much and are looking for me. ”

"Your self-confidence never seems to be missing. ”

"At least in this matter. ”

The silence appeared, making the sound of her fingers tapping extremely empty.

"But I have a few questions that I hope you can help answer. ”

"Can you answer that? Maybe I can't give an exact answer, but I can try. ”

"The first question is why do you have to leave, what is it that makes you have to disappear? You never gave any explanation. But after I left, I texted me 'wait for you' and there was no news after that, what happened in the meantime? I waited for a long time for an answer, and I used my not very smart mind to think," I paused, fumbling for a cigarette again.

"The result?"

"The play, and Jim. ”

"Jim?" her voice was full of confusion.

"It's a cat that came up in the house after you left, and I named it Jim, Jimbeam. ”

"I don't know about it. ”

"It was a fragment of memory, and then after I left home and went to the capital, I don't know why I got lost," I leaned and leaned against the wall, "and that play, at the beginning of the writing of the play, you expressed extreme boredom with the ending, but time was short, I didn't have time to revise the ending and sent it to the club, and you disappeared within a few weeks after that, and this is where things began." ”

"Worrying about what happens is inevitable. ”

Not far away, the distorted space gradually expanded, and she came over and touched my cheek with her right hand, forehead to mine, and said, "It seems that there is not much time left for you." ”