Act I

The cottage, it's a cottage with love and the furnishings in the house are simple.

The sunlight poured into the balcony from the corner of the window, and gently brushed the pot of plain orchid in front of the window with the hand of light and shadow.

Xiao Ai, just in front of the window on the balcony.

The clock on the wall, stuck at 10:25.

A light breeze blows through the calendar in front of the window and finally falls back to its original place – 2015.

To the melodies of the moving music that lingered in the room, she danced, sometimes light, sometimes elegant. Behind him, there is a crystal photo frame, on which two young faces are full of happiness.

A little tired, she stopped, walked to the window, raised her head and sniffed the fragrance from afar, the sunlight made her close her eyes slightly—when she opened her eyes and looked out the window, the first thing she saw was the path that curled in the morning mist, followed by the morning sun sown on the patches of green bricks, and finally saw the end of the road, her lover Hong Tao walked gently towards her......

She couldn't help but think that they used to walk there, and that there was always a smile on her face, and it seemed that all day long there was an irrepressible joy; And Hong Tao held her waist with one hand and her elbow with the other, as if he was afraid that his lover would accidentally slip!

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a creaking of the door at the other end of the room......

Act II

The clouds covered the sun, and the clear sky seemed to suddenly become dark, and the clouds covered the sunlight like a dark web, and the house darkened......

A strong "smell of wine" disrupted the fragrance that had diffused on the balcony before, and Xiao Ai frowned.

The hangover was still on Hong Tao's delicate but tired face.

"You're drinking again? Why didn't you come home last night? ”

Today is Sunday, yesterday Hong Tao was on vacation, and he didn't come home after he went out, and he didn't tell her why! He's been like that lately.

Hong Tao glanced at her and didn't speak, and suddenly, he rushed into the bathroom, the door! It's closed.

There was a sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom, and Xiao Ai shook her head.

Act III

In the afternoon, the sun is still there.

Hong Tao's hangover was much better, and he was more energetic.

He flipped through the wedding photo album of the two and looked at it page by page.

Xiao Ai, just sit next to him and watch together.

Looking at the once happy past, Hong Tao couldn't help but smile, Xiao Ai looked at him, his heart was very sweet, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She pointed to one of the photos and said, "Look! Remember? Right on the edge of this lake, you tried to trick me and push me down, but you fell and got into the water! It's funny to think about...... Hehe......"

"You know what? I didn't want to push you down that time, I wanted to tease you, I just wanted to jump off by myself from beginning to end......" Hong Tao lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

Xiao Ai was stunned for a moment, he didn't tell her about this......

She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but Hong Tao closed the album, broke away from her embrace, and walked towards the bedroom without even looking back. She looked at his back, tears streaming down her eyes.

The clock on the wall is still stuck at 10:25.

Act III

The bright day is always fleeting, but the gray night has come in a hurry.

Hong Tao leaned back on the sofa, holding the remote control in his hand, dialing it around, as if what he wanted to watch was not a specific program, but the darkness on the screen when the program was switched.

Xiao Ai sat next to him, she wasn't watching TV, she was watching him. There is a kind of sad love in his eyes. She gently tried to lean on his shoulder and put her hand on his chest, but he, turned away.

"Do you want to drink again?" There was a hint of anger in Xiao Ai's tone......

Hong Tao didn't speak, but it turned out that he did want to do it — he went to the wine cabinet and got a bottle of wine, which was custom-made when they got married, and it had a photo of the two of them together. He picked up his glass and began to pour it.

"If you get drunk again, I'll leave you!" Xiao Ai threw down a sentence and walked into the bedroom angrily.

However, her ears did not leave Hong Tao, listening to every move outside. She waited in bed for him to come back.

She knew that he had been drinking very violently lately, from one sip to one glass to another, and even a whole bottle to his mouth...... However, today, when he returned to the bedroom, he was finally not drunk.

Act IV

In the bedroom, only the dim lamp is on.

In bed, they lay on their sides facing each other.

Hong Tao drank very little wine today, and there was no taste of alcohol in his mouth.

Xiao Ai looked at him, "If I leave, will you miss me?" ”

Hong Tao didn't say anything, just hugged her and sobbed softly - "Xiao Ai...... Dawn...... Ai ......"

The desk lamp was turned off, and only the LCD electronic lamp on the bedside table fixed the time at 10:25.

Act V

It's another Monday morning, and Hong Tao is going to work.

As usual, Xiao Ai sent him downstairs.

The elevator is up, there are a lot of people, it is very crowded; In the corner, she snuggled up to him happily.

In front of the two of them, there stood an obscene-looking Humpty Dumpty, with a little bald hair, a pair of glasses, and a scruffy beard. Xiao Ai coughed, Hong Tao and the people around him looked at this dead fat man with no public morality with disdain, this guy snorted angrily and wiped out the cigarette with the sole of his shoe, and raised his hand to look at his watch—10:25.

"Damn, it's late again!" He cursed.

The "Jingle ......" elevator stopped and the door opened. The people in the elevator receded like a tide.

Yang Lihua waited at the elevator entrance. The corners of her lips were full of smiles......

"Lihua ......," Hong Tao said softly.

"How did you sleep last night?" , she asked. She turned a blind eye to Xiao Ai.

"Alright...... by the way, why did you get here?"

"It's okay! I bought the car last weekend and I haven't told you yet! Pick you up for work today! ”

"Oh! No...... That one...... I'll take the car myself...... That ......"

"Let's go, I actually want to see you...... See if you're okay? ”

It turned out that she was here to pick him up from work, Xiao Ai thought while holding Hong Tao's hand.

She didn't mind. It's just that she feels uncomfortable, and she lets go of her hand.

"Let's go!" Hong Tao said.

At the moment when she walked out of the building, she saw that Hong Tao seemed to want to look back, as if she saw something...... In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the bustling streets.

Act VI

Time seemed to stop at this moment, Xiao Ai's side, there was just a bustling crowd, the speed of the crowd changed faster and faster, and finally stopped at a point.

The time that passed began to go backwards, starting from Yang Lihua coming to Hong Tao, rewinding the conversation between the two of them, rewinding the crowded elevator, rewinding the bedroom, rewinding 10:25, rewinding, rewinding, rewinding......

The elevator doors opened, everything started again, and it was a sunny day.

Xiao Ai is a dance instructor at this fitness center. Every day, she gets off work late, and Hong Tao will pick her up on time.

Hong Tao came out of the unit, and suddenly, someone behind him called him - it was a girl who was a little fat, dressed a little flamboyantly, and spoke very loudly, she called him to go to the bus together.

She is Hong Tao's colleague, they used to be classmates and have known each other for a long time, and they knew each other before Hong Tao even knew Xiao Ai. Obedient, she never got married. ”

"Are you waiting for ......?"

"Really......"

Behind, several girls in the same unit whispered, and their voices became smaller and smaller, and they couldn't be heard.

Outside, it's raining. Neon lights outside the fitness center.

Xiao Ai got off work, and today, Hong Tao was a little late. She walked forward, preparing to cross the street to meet him.

The road is slippery. Raindrops splashed and hit Xiao Ai's face, rolling down.

Not far away, a speeding car began to twist.

At this time, Hong Tao, as usual, was walking from the other side of the street.

Suddenly, not far away, there seemed to be a hoarse sound of brakes coming into Hong Tao's ears. He saw her fly gently in the light of a colorful lamp, and then slowly fall.

He just stood there watching, watching.

She was lying there, less than a hundred meters from him.

The distance is just a stone's throw away, and it turns out to be the end of the world.

Hong Tao ran towards her like crazy, and at that moment, he didn't know if he saw the bright red blood.

He knelt on the ground and picked up Xiao Ai's rain-stained face. Hong Tao felt her hand move, so he hugged her tightly and called her name. Her hand slowly lifted up in front of him, as if to caress his eyes. However, her hand did not touch Hong Tao, but bent and fell.

On a women's watch with a shattered case, the clock stopped permanently at 10:25 p.m.

In her eyes, in the last world, all she saw was Hong Tao's tears......

Her eyes were closed, but tears remained in the corners of her eyes.

So, the starlight went out.

More rain fell on Hong Tao and sprinkled all over his life.

However, who will know how this moment will become forever.

Act VII

Heartache makes it easier than usual to get drunk.

This is a good excuse for Hong Tao.

Last night, he spent the night at the bar, and he knew that his mother and Lihua had called him. He really didn't want to take it, though. After vomiting for a while, he hobbled home.

He looked up from downstairs at the dark, empty room in the window—that was when Xiao Ai was looking at him from the window.

When I got home, my mother didn't come to clean it for the past two days, and the house was a little messy.

The dim room made him suffocate and panic, and when the alcohol came up, he ran into the bathroom and vomited wildly.

In the afternoon, the hangover was much better, and he took out the photo album and looked through it alone.

The more he watched and the more he recalled, there was a lot of past sweetness in it, and he couldn't help but be stupid and smiled.

He stared at a photo of the two of them at the water's edge for a long time, and said to himself, "Xiao Ai, do you know? I didn't want to push you down, I wanted to tease you, I just wanted to jump off by myself from start to finish......"

However, when he said this, his heart tightened and he returned to reality.

He thought he was going crazy if he went on like this.

He closed the album and walked into the bedroom without looking back.

It was dark, and he leaned back on the couch, holding the remote control in his hand, and dialed it around, not to see a specific program, but to the darkness on the screen when the program was switched.

He wanted to drink, and lately, he had relied on this paralysis many times to get to sleep.

He stood in front of Xiao Ai's picture and took a few sips, and he knew that she didn't like him getting drunk.

But so what! People are gone...... For some reason, he didn't want to drink it.

In the bedroom, only the dim lamp is on.

On the bed, he lay on his side.

He faced the empty other side of the bed, imagining Xiao Ai's appearance, he wanted to hug her, however, there was only air in his arms.

He hadn't cried for many, many days since the funeral was over, and finally, he couldn't help but sob......

The table lamp was turned off, and only the LCD electronic light on the bedside table froze the time at midnight.

Act VIII

It's another Monday morning, and Hong Tao is going to work.

As usual, he left the house alone.

The elevator was up, there were a lot of people, it was crowded, and he stood in the corner.

In front of him, there was an obscene-looking Humpty Dumpty man, with a little bald hair, a pair of glasses, and a scruffy beard, snorting a "cigarette butt" that was about to burn out in the elevator, making the elevator smoky.

Hong Tao and the people around him looked at this dead fat man with no public morality with disdain, this guy snorted angrily and wiped out the cigarette with the sole of his shoe, raised his hand and looked at his watch - 7:30 in the morning.

"Damn, it's late again!" He cursed.

The "Jingle ......" elevator stopped and the door opened. The people in the elevator receded like a tide.

Yang Lihua waited at the elevator entrance. The corners of her lips were full of smiles......

"Lihua ......", Hong Tao said softly, the people in the elevator dispersed, leaving only the man and woman watching silently.

Time stops at this very moment.

Act IX

Hong Tao is about to go home from work.

It's still the balcony, Xiao Ai, still standing in the old place looking out the window.

In front of me, it was still the path in front of the building, but there were two people who came - Lihua held Hong Tao's hand, and they looked very happy.

A breeze blows through the calendar in front of the window, and a red pen draws circles on April 15, 2019.

The furnishings in the square hall were still the same—except that the small crystal picture frame was gone, replaced by an oil painting frame on the wall next to it, and in it was another woman in a wedding dress who was smiling and groaning......

Xiao Ai left the window and walked into the bedroom.

Everything was silent and nothing, and the only thing that seemed to have vitality in the square hall was the clock on the coffee table, walking quietly, and the time was - 18:15.

The door opened, and there was the playful laughter of a man and a woman, which is what every couple in love loves, a little bad, but harmless.

Hong Tao looked at the lover in his arms and took a deep breath, they were about to get married.

In the past four years, the passage of time has healed the wound of emotional cracking. He once thought that he could not forget the past, but it turns out that people are always forgetful. Sometimes, he feels that he is a heartless person, and he will call Xiao Ai's name and beg for her forgiveness countless times in his dreams; However, when he woke up, he would be extremely eager for Lihua's meticulous attention, longing to caress her soft long hair, to shed sad tears on her cheeks, and to let her kiss the scars of his soul and flesh over and over again.

In short, it is still that sentence, time, which makes a man's heart sink.

In Hong Tao's arms, Lihua gazed affectionately at her husband, and sometimes, her gaze would pass through his broad back and look at an open cardboard box in the corner of the wall—that was the clutter that Hong Tao had cleaned up in the bedroom last night, and on the top layer was a small crystal picture frame, placed face down; He must have been watching it for a long time, she thought, last night, but she didn't ask anything. She also knew that in his heart, there would always be the shadow of another person, but she would pretend not to mind.

There are a lot of things to prepare for marriage, and after dinner, the little couple is busy: after a while, Hong Tao will call Lihua, who is washing dishes, to see the writing of the red invitation; After a while, Lihua would call Hong Tao to discuss the list of invited guests...... Maybe it was a little quiet in the house, Lihua turned on the computer, it was her new purchase, followed by a burst of cheerful music flowing, the song was called "Calories", a chorus of a group of cute girls, the voice was very sweet, but it was a pity that it was too young.

At this moment, the bedroom door opened, and Xiao Ai walked out softly.

The room, which had been very bright and colorful, suddenly became dark.

She glanced at the invitations and lists on the table, and walked over to the old CD player on the bookcase, she didn't like the song either, after all, it was also her home. Her hand touched lightly, and the song called "Sign Language" began to play in the machine - "I can hear your melancholy but I can't tell you, when I open my mouth it will disappear from the air...... The music is very vicissitudes, it is not a melody that young people like nowadays, the song is very old, and the singer is also old, but there was a time before when she was also popular, however, the red face is easy to get old, this is an eternal truth.

With the music, Xiao Ai danced in the square hall, and in front of Hong Tao, she was dancing for him.

Hong Tao said: He likes to watch her dance the most.

Lihua went to get a facial, Hong Tao sat quietly and watched, Xiao Ai was still jumping......

Occasionally, Xiao Ai will look at Hong Tao when she is dancing, she is not tired, she will jump for him like this, of course, he can't see it, but it doesn't matter, she will keep jumping!

People from two worlds, each busy.

The song was still playing on the CD player......

The clock still stops at 10:25......