I was stunned for a moment when my eyes met. Maybe it's because the man in white doesn't know how to pick it up, or maybe it's because of the boy's shy smile. I avoided his gaze, bit my lip, and looked down at my fingers as I turned the cord. The boy is relatively delicate, although it is not very white, and the boy's hair is a little long, but the bangs have not blocked his eyes. Even though it was still backlit, his eyes were bright.

"You're from the teacher's university?" The man in white asked.

"Why do you think I'm a teacher?" I didn't intend to answer him, so I had to change the subject.

"The row of your student ID card is so long, I guess it's from the Normal University." He pointed to my student ID.

From his point of view, it was the opposite direction, and he should not be able to read the words on it clearly, so I whispered perfunctorily: "Oh, um." ”

I am a normal university, but I know that he is not talking about my school, but the local normal university, and he should mistakenly think that I am a local university student returning home, and I don't want to explain at this moment. I smoothed out the ticket under my papers, and it was crumpled by my sweaty hands. Slip it into your ID and put it back in your backpack.

I thought that a series of actions had diverted the topic, but I didn't expect the man in white to continue to ask.

"What did you study?"

"Fine arts, fine arts."

"I'm also half an art student, and I'm also related to art, and I've learned a little bit of painting." Unexpectedly, the thin boy answered, and he looked sideways at me.

"And what did you study?" I was a little curious, but before I could speak, the man in white asked first.

"Architecture, study architecture." The boy drew circles on the table with his fingers and explained, "In the design class, very few people understand this profession. ”

Maybe I haven't heard of this major, or maybe I think that design is related to art, but my curiosity was also aroused, and I asked, "Is it the kind of environmental art design?" ”

The boy shook his head and said no, while lowering his eyebrows and pointing at the table with the tips of his fingers, trying his best to explain his major, but he couldn't explain it clearly, and it looked funny.

The man in white quipped: "It's neither home decoration nor structural concrete, and you can't say it yourself, which means that it is not professional." ”

The boy blushed a little, wanted to refute but was annoyed that he couldn't make it clear, tilted his head and pouted, turned his head and accosted the little boy next door: "How old are you?" ”

"Sixteen"

"You don't read?" I don't know if this thin boy originally talked so much, or if he wanted to hide himself, and found a little boy to break the embarrassment.

I smiled, put my headphones back on, didn't intend to listen any longer, and turned to face the old lady. It's strange, I don't know if it's talking and chatting, or because I sat on the side of the aisle at the end of the bed, the air was fresh, and the feeling of motion sickness was weakened.

The conductor who sells instant noodles has already made two trips, and most of the people on the train are already eating lunch, and the smell of instant noodles and food fills the entire carriage, and the carriage, which is already thin air, is filled with complex smells. The food that I usually think is fragrant becomes more intense in this environment, but people don't enjoy it so much when they smell it, but it makes my stomach as a motion sickness person feel sick again.

There was an endless stream of people holding instant noodles in the aisle, and I couldn't stand the smell, so I had to move to the window again, sit down at the table, and draw on the window with my fingers. There was already a big difference between the temperature on the train and the cold outside, and the windows were covered with a thin layer of moisture. I drew the shape of a footprint with the lines of my fist, and the shape of my fingers lightly touched the shape of my toes, drawing one after another, through which I could see the trees passing by quickly, and before I could see a single point, they had disappeared far, far away. If I could, I would also like my life to go by a little faster, and I feel a little drowsy thinking about it.

The music in the headphones suddenly paused, and the sound of vibrations pulled me back into my wake-up state.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Motion sickness? Have you eaten? Mom's tone of concern came from the other end of the phone line.

"A little bit, a little bit." Every time my mother asked, I always answered like this.

"Oh good, stay safe...... Let me tell you, I've already arrived home, and I've been arguing with your dad all the way, and I said he's just a bad person...... "I haven't come to pick up my mother's concerns, and the complaints behind me are like lit firecrackers."

I really didn't want to hear that, but I was her only trash can, and my ears couldn't be selectively shielded by themselves.

"Forget it, the quarrel hurts the body, it's so old, why bother."

My words didn't work, and the voice on the other side of the headphones got louder and louder, sometimes mixed with my father's low retort over there.

It's like I can't hear what I'm saying here. In order to avoid others thinking that I was strange, I wanted to speak one by one, but I sighed frequently. I had to hold my head over my face and face the window, watching the footprints on the window go from clear to blurry. No matter how much I keep drawing, I still can't stop it from disappearing.

It wasn't until the argument started again that Mom hung up. I can imagine the familiar scene: a mom roaring and waving her hands, a dad sighing and banging the couch with a muffled fist. I hesitated, but I dialed my father's phone number, but no one answered. I was a little restless, and with a wave of my hand, I wiped away the moisture in front of me, and I was afraid that they would fight again like that year, and I swallowed my saliva, and my throat was dry and tight, and I wanted to calm down but it was difficult to suppress the uneasiness in my heart.

Simply lie down and put on your headphones.

"The crowd is crying that you just want to be a transparent color...... You're not really happy, your smile is just that you're dressed in protective colors......" The music coming from the headphones is always so appropriate, as if you can read my mind, and a drop of coldness flows down your face. I raised my hand to cover my eyes, trying to block it. Finding that the more I hid it, the more it could not cover it and was about to burst the embankment, so I turned my back to everyone and curled up in the quilt, so that I could be a little braver and let it flow silently.

Gradually, it seemed to be quieter around me, because the music in the headphones became louder. It shook my ears and groped for a quieter sound, only to realize that I had just slept well, right? I don't seem to have any memory of what happened in the middle, and the mobile phone shows that more than three hours have passed. Raising his head and looking around, everyone was lying on the bunks, except for the thin boy sitting alone by the window in the aisle and looking sideways out of the window.

I sat up, straightened my messy hair, and wiped my face with a wet towel to see if there were any signs of dryness. The thin boy turned around, smiled and handed over a bottle of gum to me.

Inexplicably, I was amused by his actions. It's amazing, it's a laugh from the heart. Is this a human characteristic? The sudden smile is very heartwarming.

Sitting across from him, he paused with the gum in his hand, and then shyly withdrew his hand.

The air suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it seemed like it was just me and him.