Subway.

Bright lights, empty platforms.

It's always very windy there, especially when the car comes in, it's so strong that it looks like it's going to blow you in. But it's very dry, even if it's raining outside, or how hot it is, it's a paradise in the subway station.

At least that's what he thought.

He was a college student.

It should be said that he is a student of a third-rate university.

But he was different from his classmates. His classmates were the kind of old gangsters, but he didn't go to that kind of place at all. And he is not playful, he wanders the streets alone when others are fooling around or surfing the Internet.

He started out just walking aimlessly down the streets, like a ghost. Seeing him at night would really scare him half to death. His eyes were deep, his face was white, his body was thin, he was always wearing a thin white shirt, and in the dim light he looked like a ghost. Occasionally, people who return at night will go a little farther away when they see him. The streets are really not a good place to go, it rains and it is cold, sometimes it is a big sun or a typhoon. He didn't like to go to department stores. It was too noisy and there were a lot of people.

So, he went to the subway instead.

Except for the fact that there are sometimes more people in the subway, everything else is suitable for him. He usually walks to the subway station after dinner in the evening to buy a ticket. Sometimes I just sit by the stairs, sometimes I take the subway around and around until I get back to the station where I started.

He was so obsessed with the subway that he wouldn't leave until the last train was finished. At first, he didn't go every day, but then it became his habit to go to the subway station, and it was uncomfortable not to hear the sound of the subway for a day.

He would take a book with him to read, at the staircase closest to Exit A. Sometimes, I would take a vegetarian miao book and draw passengers on the bumpy subway on the first train to the East Station after 10 o'clock.

As time went by, he noticed that there was a girl who would appear in the subway at 11:30 every day. She didn't bring anything, but she was like him, sitting on the staircase of Exit D with her cheeks on her cheeks, or taking the sparsely populated subway, only to come back twenty minutes and sit back in that position, looking at the advertisement.

When he found her, he was very excited: it turns out that there is another person in the world who has the same hobby as me!

He almost believed in the legend that people were divided into male and female at birth.

She wasn't very pretty, but there was always a magic in her eyes that attracted him.

On the first day of the third month of observing her, he walked over.

"Hello."

She turned her gaze to his face, "Do I know you?" The tone was soft.

"I know it now. You come here every day, and so do I. "He's a little excited.

"Oh." She said lightly, and then turned her head to look at the advertisement.

Then he sat down beside her and began to talk incessantly. Talk about himself, talk about his books, and it doesn't matter if she listens to it or not. Maybe he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

At first she was still staring at the ad like a log, but slowly, she turned her head to look at him and listened to him carefully.

In this way, day by day, he talked more and more, talking about the helplessness of life, the falsehood of friends, and the darkness of society. She listened quietly, and slowly she also spoke, talking about her own illness, saying that she *** loves, and also saying that she likes puppies. Her eyes are brighter, more optimistic and cheerful. But he became darker and darker day by day, and felt that there was nothing in the world that he was worth leaving behind, except for the beautiful and lovely her in front of him.

"I don't think there's anything good in this world except you."

She looked at him with her aura-filled eyes blinking, puzzled.

"Will you come with me?" He took her hand.

"What?" She looked a little panicked, "Are you going to come with me?" ”

"Don't you want to?"

She looked at him, "Are you really sure you want to be with me?" ”

"Of course." He's sure.

She stood up and smiled softly at him, "Come with me." ”

He stared blankly at her and stood up.

The car came, the door opened, and she pulled him into the subway.

From then on, no one saw him again. Two days later, the cleaners found the body of a man who had been run over by the subway in the subway tracks.

She still sat down the stairs, quietly watching the advertisement.

A man walked over.

"Hello." He said......