"Because I used all my good luck to meet!"

I don't understand Japanese, so I get information through subtitles.

This is the third day I have followed her, she is wearing a white dress, sunk into the sofa, holding a thick quilt that weighs an unknown few pounds, and turning the air conditioning temperature to the coldest temperature.

There was a Japanese anime on the TV, and the sound was turned to the maximum, and to be honest, I was a little flustered when it was noisy.

The screen shifted, hitting her face as if she had been visited by a vampire, tempting me to take a closer look.

She stared straight at the beginning of the light, it was a childish focus, and at first glance, everyone should have been deceived by her look. But I know, what's going on on TV, she doesn't know.

She wasn't watching TV at all.

I took a deep breath, took a step, and sat down beside her, the hollow pupils were better than the effect of the air conditioner, making my whole body cold and my palms cold and greasy.

I expected that she might politely give me half of the quilt, but I knew it wouldn't be possible.

She can't see me, just as she can't see the wonderful anime that's playing on TV.

In less than five minutes, I was attracted to the anime, and she didn't move and didn't bother me. It's obviously her who turned on the TV, but now it seems that she is watching it with me.

Two episodes later, I fell asleep in a daze and leaned back on the couch. It's probably the limit that you can turn a deaf ear to the TV sound that is tuned to the maximum.

When I followed her home yesterday, at one o'clock in the middle of the night, I was startled by the sudden and huge slamming sound outside the door, followed by noisy cursing, what disturbs the people every day, no quality, greetings to the eighteenth generation of ancestors or something, I can't hear it clearly. She didn't react at all, and let others get tired and give up.

When she opened her eyes again, her phone screen was always on, and the pink cartoon wallpaper was displaying, 5:19 in the morning.

I don't know if the reason for waking up suddenly is that she has finally moved from two o'clock in the afternoon to now, or if the house is too cold, like a wine cellar, the cold air is not sudden, it is a little bit of erosion towards the bone marrow, the same is the same as boiling frogs in warm water, I am like some inferior wine, which is being forcibly changed by temperature to change the taste.

Still blank in her eyes, she walked straight to the fridge and pulled out a bucket of ice cream the size of a KFC family bucket, which she had bought at the convenience store counter when she first met her three days ago.

At that time, not only was the clerk surprised, but I was also shocked by her blind ice cream action, so I watched it for a while for no reason, so that the ghost sent her home with her.

I'd love to know what she's doing.

It seems that the anime just finished airing, and she changed it, probably while I was sleeping. Anyway, it's a brand new anime on TV, and she hasn't had time to adjust it yet.

I've noticed that every time a new anime is opened, it starts at double speed. And now the opening song that is being played is also twice as fast.

She jumped back on the couch barefoot, her eyes flashing with a moment of agility that was desperate to turn the TV back to normal.

The bucket of ice cream was held in her arms, and there was no spoon, she grabbed it with her hand and brought it to her mouth, and soon her fingertips turned pink, as if assimilated by ice cream, into strawberry-flavored crushed ice.

One bite at a time, she ate all over her hands and face, always at a uniform speed, still with the same eyes, staring at the TV screen sluggishly.

She didn't seem to have to eat, she had been filling her stomach with ice cream for the past three days, and there were four buckets in the fridge, as I remember - the old fridge could only hold five buckets.

"If you eat too much ice cream, the girl will get fat." I tried to dissuade her and wanted her to eat some staple food. Apparently useless, she couldn't hear. She didn't notice I existed.

That's why I've been following her until now, and I don't understand why she can't notice me—she can't see me, she can't hear me, she can't touch me.

I'm not a nosy person, but she's strangely different. I seem to have seen her somewhere, but I can't remember.

She has round apple muscles, which is a symbol of laughter. But the first time I saw her, to now, she has always been expressionless, no sadness or joy, empty eyes, living in a daze.

"Can you let me see him again!" Suddenly I screamed on the TV, and I was so frightened that I broke the glass that I had been unwashed.

The accuracy of the subtitle translation really needs to be investigated, and I always feel that such warm content should not be transmitted in such a heart-warming way.

She also seemed to be awakened, and she didn't seem to be. Like a frightened rabbit, with light in his eyes, he turned into a falcon, ran from the sofa to the door, then to the bedroom, went around the kitchen, entered the bathroom, and finally even opened the doors of the wardrobe and refrigerator, not even the lockers under the sink.

Are you looking for something? Or... Is it playing hide and seek? I don't really understand.

She turned the world upside down inside and out, but I was afraid that there would be a pair of bloody red eyes under the bed at this time, which happened to be found by her. There is no way, she doesn't turn on the lights, in such a dark space, fear is instinctive.

I just think that when she has something in her eyes, she looks a little good.

Do I know her? Or, have you seen her? When was that? Where? Can't remember at all.

She gave up anyway, barefoot, holding the ice cream back in the fridge, and little by little put the scraps of my broken glass into another glass and soaked it in the kitchen sink. Everything is back to business as before.

TV put it on, she slept hers. didn't pay attention to it, just according to her smoothest posture, and fell directly on the sofa.

In fact...

She was on my lap. Even though she couldn't feel it, I still didn't dare to move, for fear of waking her up, who was finally able to close her eyes for a while.

I think it's only at this moment that I can know her purpose for a moment. All of her actions are unpredictable.

For example, she used an entire bedroom full of green onions and put them into a yellow, dry skin, but she never ate them. I've only seen her eat ice cream.

For example, she doesn't seem to have to go to work or school. At first, there was a tinkling sound on the phone, and she would look at it every time, but she never replied once.

She doesn't do anything, just stares at the anime on the TV in a daze every day, and like her mobile phone, she turns it up to the loudest.

When the ice cream was finished, she would go out and buy it, and every time it was at the same convenience store, and each flavor would be punched into the biggest paper cone, and the flavors would be mixed together, and I knew that the four things wouldn't taste good.

The paper cones that finished eating ice cream at home were piled up into a small mountain, and she didn't care, didn't throw them out, and let them die in the corner. Will there be maggots? I reserve doubts.

"Hmm..."

She moved suddenly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she whispered in her sleep.

Is it a dream?

"Wang Xiaohan..."

There was a thump in my heart, like a bullet piercing through me, and the connection trajectory of space and timing was torn apart, and I had a splitting headache.

Who is she?

She's... Call my name?