The hot spring water in the Tien Shan Mountains is not designed to warm the body, although it is rumored that the waves there are among the gentlest in the world. But fortunately, Zhang Hang's body is now cold.

The temperature of the superheated water is perfectly neutralized like an acid-base meeting. Now through his eyes, down his lungs, silky around his heart, making the steady beating heart unexpectedly let out a cry of excitement.

The shout was like that of a child knocking on the door of a house with a warm fire on Halloween and getting delicious candy from a wrinkled old man.

And the old grandfather not only transported the candy to the child's palm, but also injected the child's kind eyes into the child's simple happiness. The feelings sublimated in this are not wonderful.

The song that flows slowly on the Lang card gramophone is called "The Petrel Who Fell in Love with the White Waves". It is one of the most widely sung pieces of Kadivsky's saxophone.

There were still only two of them in the café. The waiter may be busy going out on a rainy day to find a guest who is in a hurry to hide from the rain, or maybe he is asleep against the wall somewhere in the back kitchen.

Anyway, it's very quiet in the café now. Zhang Xuanqing closed his eyes and listened to the music played on the gramophone.

Suddenly, a pleasant singing voice sounded, Meng Ling took the small bag that was put aside, and took out a light blue metal communicator the size of her palm in it.

"I'm sorry, I might have to leave first. The student union seems to have some urgent matters that need manpower. After staring at the communicator quietly for a while, Meng Ling raised her head and looked at Zhang Xuan, lowered the corners of her eyes and said apologetically.

Zhang Xuan shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's not an agreement or anything like that." But you are a member of the student council? Meng Ling nodded, "It's not that I particularly want to join or anything like that, it's just that when I first entered the school, they came to recruit people, and it just so happened that the teacher recommended me again."

I wasn't very good at refusing, so I just joined casually. ”

"Eh, I said, Zhang Han. You can be called that, right? Mengling's eyes were shining, and Zhang Hang saw it. He nodded, "Yes, whatever you want."

But I hope you don't ask for nicknames or anything like that. Meng Ling laughed as she ate. Well, I see. I'm going to talk about the Sleeping Beauty. ”

"Are you interested in fairy tales?"

Meng Ling naturally touched her cheek with her index finger, like a habit that everyone has when thinking. "I don't know. Because I really didn't see much of this when I was a kid.

But I'm interested in this Sleeping Beauty you said. Maybe I like fairy tales. So next time, next time, can you tell me more about it? ”

Looking at the little face full of warm smiles, Zhang Xuan seemed to hear a pleasant chirp from nowhere. The echoes of his voice are so high, penetrating, and deep that they constantly surround his mind, and they do not diminish in the slightest.

Zhang Hang's head resounded with this melodious chirping that paralyzed all his nerves, and he could only nod his head slightly in a daze, and then he couldn't hear anything. just stared at Meng Ling blankly, looking at her and smiling lightly, her small mouth opened and closed as if she was saying something to herself.

Finally, she took out a note from her bag, took out a pen and wrote something on it, gently placed it on the table, and then sent it to Zhang Xuan.

"Then, remember to contact me when you're free." This sentence was like a terminator, firmly blocking the way of the infinitely reverberating chirps in his head. The effect was immediate, and the chirping sound was shattered, like a raw egg accidentally falling to the ground.

Zhang Hang immediately regained his ability to think from the demonic chirping. Then he saw that Meng Ling had already reached the top of the stairs, she half turned around, smiled slightly shyly and waved her hand at herself.

Zhang Hang also raised his hand and waved it in reply. As soon as she returned to normal, Meng Ling had already left. This made him feel some regret and inexplicable emptiness.

"It's ...... Correspondence number. Zhang Xuan picked up the note on the table, on which was neatly written a string of small numbers. A total of 10 digits. Zhang Hang silently read the numbers in his mouth, took out his black wallet, carefully folded the note and put it into the mezzanine.

This girl named Mengling really made Zhang Hang have a lot of strange feelings in a short period of time. And thanks to the sleeping beauty that suddenly appeared, Zhang Hang may have a chance to meet Mengling again. But now Zhang Hang decided to go home immediately, take a good hot shower, change into a clean set of clothes, and go to campus again.

He also had some things on hand. As a freshman, after all, there are still some admission procedures that he needs to complete in person after arriving on campus.

When Zhang Hang walked out of the afternoon Sunshine Cafe again, the outside world was as hazy as if a daytime phenomenon had occurred. To the east of the sky, a faint red glow shone on the rain-stained streets.

To put it simply, it doesn't look like a normal sunny day. Zhang Hang walked slowly down the street, feeling the wet wind after the rain on his face, thinking about the conversation he had before he walked out of the café.

It was a conversation with the waiter. The waiter had a familiar green billboard on his chest, and on his slightly sly looking face, there was a smile that wasn't very annoying.

Of course, he was followed by two students who looked like a couple. When they first entered, Zhang Xuan read a hint of uneasiness and panic on their faces.

But when they saw Zhang Hang, a customer who resembled a drink and was ready to check out, they were visibly relieved. The girl in her school uniform stuck out her tongue at the boy and smiled cutely.

"Are you leaving? I guess I didn't let you down, did I? ”

"There are many ways to say this, but each one is ambiguous."

"But I think your face is at least a lot more complexion than it was before you first came."

"Maybe. Because overall it's not too bad. ”

"Then I'm relieved. We sincerely hope you come back to the afternoon sunshine. Next time I think you'll find more features in the shop. It's a shame that I can't greet these two new guests in detail now. ”

"No need, you're busy."

"Welcome to the next visit!"

After reading this conversation, Zhang Hang couldn't help but laugh secretly. He laughed at how much he had said to the person he met for the second time, a waiter who didn't like him very well.

In terms of the number of words, it may be more than the number of words he communicated with Meng Ling. The communication is like two people holding hands and dancing face to face. The wrong party will always accidentally step on the right side and apologize.

It wasn't a good feeling. So the two of them tried their best not to make mistakes, and tried to end the dance correctly and politely.

But just like novices always make mistakes, veterans can master the entire process from start to finish. Zhang Hang admits that he is not a character who is good at talking to people.

Just because he can talk doesn't mean he can talk. Ballroom dancing is an art that can be improved with hard work, but dialogue is not. It's a mirror. If you want to look good in front of the mirror, you have to dress up beautifully. What is needed for dialogue is the skill of dressing up.

Zhang Hang wore a light blue plaid shirt, mainly made of brushed fabric. Although it is not particularly obvious when you look closely, the cuffs have traces of fine and dense friction, which is slightly shabby.

The two dark blue buttons on the cuffs have been white. The pants are a pair of blue jeans that are most commonly worn by young students. But the color of the knees and the outer thighs has been washed white.

He wears student canvas shoes on his feet, with a red and white checkered design. The shoes were cleanly washed, but there were some jagged cracks on the rubber around the perimeter. On the whole, Zhang Hang's clothing is simple and clean, but it is too plain.

Some of them are a little old-fashioned. Obviously, Zhang Hang is not good at dressing up. People who are not good at dressing up generally do not go to ballroom dances.

Zhang Hang went all the way back to his single apartment. After entering the house, Zhang Hang first stripped off his clothes from his shirt to his underwear, and then went to close the thick curtains.

He opened his closet, and there were only black, white, and blue clothes in it. There are only three types: shirts, close-fitting long-sleeved shirts, and jeans. But in the closet on the lower left lies a dark blue suitcase that is just the right size to fit half of the closet.

It was filled with thicker clothes. For example, windbreakers, sweatshirts, thickened turtlenecks, and the like in winter. There may also be several different types of formal attire that need to be worn for formal occasions.

But these are all suspended at the bottom of the box - there is really not much opportunity to wear them, so they naturally go to the bottom.

He pulled out a black close-fitting long-sleeved shirt made of cotton. The pattern on the dress is not ornate, except for a bold white strip the length of a middle finger in the middle of the chest.

Zhang Hang took out a pair of blue jeans from the compartment below, which looked similar to the jeans he had just taken off. After pulling out another pair of black panties, he hung the outfit on a chair and went into the bathroom to shower.

Zhang Hang unscrewed the hot water, and the whole body flowed with bubbling heat. He felt goosebumps on his neck, arms, and chest stand up in bouts — it was so comfortable.

Zhang hung and washed for about half an hour. After washing his whole body, he carefully rinsed the tub and adjusted the water temperature to 45 degrees. After putting about half of the hot water in it, Zhang Xuan slowly lay down all over his body.

Zhang Hang likes to soak in hot baths like this. Although he doesn't soak every day, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, every once in a while, when Zhang Hang feels that he is about to take a soak, he will put 45 degrees of hot water to soak for half an hour.

A person's body may be made up of countless shiny stones. But as long as you live, your body is bound to be covered with dirt. Over time, dirt may seep into the body and adhere to these shiny stones, making it difficult to remove.

And when one day the shiny stone in his body no longer shines, then what will make up his body? One of the reasons why Zhang is reluctant to dwell too much on things that are difficult to explain.

Maybe it's because even if he is in such a comfortable and clean hot tub now, once he thinks about these things, his mind will still be clouded with a gray shadow.

He wondered if the shadow was reflected by the dirt attached to the stone inside him. Thinking of these facts, which may not exist, a slowly suffocating feeling of depression and sadness left him at a loss. Zhang Hang tried to sink into the water to cleanse his brain.

But once you open your eyes underwater, even your eyes are covered with a gray shadow that seems distant, illusory, but absolutely real. Everywhere he looked, the gray shade of a spider's web existed silently like a photograph frozen in his retina.