At night, silently sliding from the rooftops and skimming the treetops, casting a black veil over the heavens and the earth.

The lights, one by one, lit up, seemed to dye the whole night with brilliance only for a moment.

Floor-to-ceiling windows are the most beautiful scenery in the city, where you can overlook almost the entire city at night, when the lights are on, the crowds are bustling, the city's nightlife has not yet been staged, and the flashing neon lights are the best prelude to the carnival.

The traffic outside the window makes this spacious and delicate top-floor duplex so quiet that it makes people hairy, and the woman in front of the floor-to-ceiling window is as quiet as a statue, if it weren't for the shallow breathing, it would almost make people wonder if she is still alive.

The shrill ringing of the phone pierced the silence of the room, and woke up the woman who was stunned in a daze.

Looking at the non-stop phone in a daze, her eyes were complicated, as if she didn't know what to do for a while, and she picked up the phone after hesitation.

"Hey—" The small voice was as dry and dazed as a mosquito.

"Why did it take so long to pick up?" The man's always cold voice had a shallow impatience, and he didn't give her any chance to explain at all, and his voice was very fast and calm, "The plane will fly to Europe early tomorrow morning, and there will be a meeting tonight, so I won't go back." ”

She pinched the microphone, feeling that the voice in her ears was strange and familiar, as if she was in a different world.

Is it Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, or is it Butterfly's dream Zhuang Zhou?

She has never understood philosophy, but listening to the man's voice, she began to wander again.

"Ji Qingling, are you listening?" The man noticed the silence of the other party, and his voice was still so steady, but she could imagine him frowning on the other end of the phone.

He never had much patience for her.

"I see." She smiled miserably, but her voice seemed to float from the sky.

The man sensed that something was wrong with her, paused slightly, and seemed to be a little sorry, "I'll come back as much as I can, if you're scared at home alone, go to your father's place for a few days." ”

"I understand."

Probably hearing the perfunctory words in her words, the man was a little displeased, and he didn't understand what kind of temper his newlywed wife was so good, hasn't she always been obedient and sensible? Tomorrow's business negotiation is very important, and he has been preparing for this for a long time, and he really doesn't have the extra energy to appease her feelings, so let's wait for him to come back.

The woman who hung up the phone looked at her reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window and suddenly smiled, and the smile was very weird.

Reflected in the window, she is wearing small wavy medium-length hair, with a few obvious pimples on her round face, a plump figure, blank eyes, and looks like an ordinary ugly duckling, which is already her best state in ten years, compared with her bloated and chlorosis later, at least now she still has blush and collagen on her face.

But even if he is like this, he is just an ordinary girl who can't find any characteristics in the crowd, how can a man like him be able to look at it?

What kind of drug did he take back then, so that he would wishfully think that he would fall in love with him?

In fact, she knew from the beginning that it was her father's arrangement for him to marry her, but after watching too many idol dramas and those heroine silly white sweet love novels, she always had hope for that kind of dreamy love.

And now I finally understand that if it weren't for the business marriage proposed by his father to save the company left by his father, he would not have been able to marry himself anyway, this marriage has always been just a combination of interests, and only the simple and stupid self took it seriously.

When I first woke up from the big dream, the past was vivid, and everything was clearly reflected in my mind, and those pains, those resentments, and endless entanglements and tortures were so real that they didn't look like a dream, maybe they really happened.

It's been about ten years, after the loss of her son and divorce, she drank and vented every day, and finally completely broke her body, and died suddenly at a young age, the experience of being a ghost is not long, but she can only hide in a dark corner all day long, can't walk on the road down-to-earth, can't breathe free and fresh air, and can't even see the sun, that kind of pain is far better than losing marriage.

What could be more fortunate in this world than to be alive? This realization can only be understood by those who have died once.

Although I don't know how to go back to myself ten years ago, and I don't know whether the qiē in my memory is a fantasy or a dream, or a real existence, but it's good to be alive!

The sweet longing and tender love of those girls, the deep grievances and resentments of those women, were suddenly so far away from her, and they were all her own loves, but now she was like a spectator watching the love and hatred of those years.

What was once more important than the sky falling, now it has become irrelevant, and she can no longer hold half of her affection.

If this continues, won't I have to see through the red dust and become a monk? The floor-to-ceiling window reflected her eyes, clear and calm, she smiled and patted her cheek, and finally lived again, if you don't enjoy life well, wouldn't it be too bad for yourself, and you will also be treated by God.

She stood up, shook off her legs and feet, which were a little numb from sitting for a long time, and looked around the room without a trace of popularity, which was the style he liked, cold and neat, clean as if no one lived there, and it was here that she spent the whole day.

Hiding in a dark corner all day, she was suddenly swept into a vortex of air, and woke up again on the big bed in this room, even if ten years had passed, but she remembered every detail of this room clearly.

But she never liked such a room, and his distinct personal style always overwhelmed her, but she had always trembled and cautious in front of him, and never dared to have the slightest objection, and all she could do was to lie on the floor every day and carefully wipe every inch of dust like a diligent maid, as if in this way he could fall in love with her.

She drooped the corners of her mouth tastelessly, in this family, her identity is probably a conscientious maid, a maid is not loyal to her duties, but quarrels with him every day, even the children are not good, no wonder he will be fired in the end.

The dishes in the refrigerator are all his favorite food, because of him, she abandoned all her preferences and became a woman without ego, but in exchange for such an ending, the strong self-loathing suddenly made her lose the interest in making dinner for herself.

Ji Qingling lives in the CBD of the city, it is the rush hour after work, and the restaurants are almost full of people, but she is patient, unhurried to watch the people around her come and go with anxious looks, how long has it been since she stood in the crowd so really? I didn't expect that even waiting for a seat became a pleasure.

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