"Have a nice trip, be careful. Also, next time, you won't need your eldest lady to squeeze orange juice. ”

Sydney didn't look back, but the slender hand lifted up and waved happily. Her back faded into the road where the lights mingled with the darkness of the night.

Tonight's night was uneven, like an apprentice's first hand-dyed cloth on his own. The moon in the sky is also like an aging light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the house where the ragged old man lives, constantly flickering and drooping his head.

Although the light was already faint, it didn't seem to notice any of this, and was desperately trying to fulfill its obligation to let itself shine and delay the darkness as much as possible.

Zhang Hang walked out of the Student Service Center and left the campus by bus. But he didn't sit directly at the nearest station. Instead, I got off the bus with the crowd at a large stop called "Mo Station".

Zhang Hang's destination is the largest square here, Yunpan Square.

There are many young couples who look energetic and get off the train at Mo Station holding hands. Zhang Hang saw them, so he left no trace to the side of the road and walked silently.

The spaciousness of Yunpan Square allows it to accommodate all kinds of people. These couples one after another, after entering Yunpan Plaza, will have one sweet or young date after another.

Zhang Hang hoped that they could reach Yunpan Square earlier than himself, so he got out of the way. Because he knew that Yunpan Square itself did not have any color.

At night, the square is like a gray cardboard, with no beauty at all. But from another perspective, the charm of Yunpan Square lies in this.

The day in Tongjiang is too prosperous. The traffic is busy during the day and still flows at night. The seamless transition between day and night may seem beautiful, but it's actually breathtaking.

But Yunpan Square is an exception, it is stuck between day and night. There are no gaps, but it just snaps in. It's like a careless child who casually throws a freshly eaten walnut out of the window.

Downstairs, a group of people are gathering around a beautiful cheesecake to celebrate the birthday of the beautiful little girl in the middle. They were singing the Happy Birthday song to the beat, when they suddenly heard a "poof" sound, and a walnut shell was suddenly embedded in the top of the cake.

The girl cried sadly, and a group of people were so angry that they couldn't find the "murderer".

Yunpan Square is such an existence. A place full of charm but not worth mentioning. But don't forget, the walnuts have been dipped in a lot of cream, and if you pick them out, they will taste even sweeter than before.

Zhang hung on a bench, silently staring at the pale lights and the pairs of figures reflected in the lights. These couples are the sweet colors of Yunpan Square. Their romance and youthfulness are the most important colors of Yunpan Square at night.

Only here are the shadows more brilliant than the lights.

Zhang Xuan slowly closed his eyes, he was very tired this day. When I think about it, I didn't do anything, but I never felt so tired. In fact, it's this kind of exhaustion that kills people the most. It adheres to the bones along with the flesh, and there is nothing that can be done about it.

Fatigue that can be relieved by a single sleep is a blessing from God. The demon whispered in his ear, you are better off than dead, and you don't want to sleep for a minute.

"Another sleepless night." The corners of his mouth have a hint of bitterness after drinking black coffee. But bitterness is never the same as distress, but it is more sobering. Thinking that it might be a demon who came to his ear tonight to whisper to him, Zhang Hang decided not to go home.

He looked at the romance and youthful light wafting in the square, and thought to himself that this might be another compensation for himself—for the insomnia tonight. I've been here a few times before, but it's the first time I've been in the square all night.

This freshness made Zhang Hang's mood slowly warm up and gradually become active. After 12 o'clock, the buses and trains will be suspended, and it will be interesting if a caretaker suddenly appears out of nowhere and drives him away from Yunpan Square.

I thought that in the middle of the night, a menacing middle-aged man suddenly came over and shone a flashlight on him, but he fled in a panic like a weak-hearted thief. The sight made him laugh.

"What does a person laugh at?" Suddenly, a sound sounded as if it had escaped from the void.

Zhang was startled, but his reaction was not to look around to see where the voice was coming from, but to try to carve out an image in his mind that matched the sound - his mind was pitch black, only an oval that resembled a human face with an indistinguishable expression.

So he changed his perspective, and then it dawned on him. It looks like a boiled egg. A cold touch spread around his neck, Zhang Xuan shook for a moment, and then sobered up. Squinting slightly, the corners of the eyes were drawn with a gentle arc, and the black hair that reached the ears was gently blown by the wind.

A warm and familiar smile. It's Mengling.

She wore a camel hair coat with dark green buttons, and a black pleated skirt that just covered her thighs and showed a hint of skin color. She crouched in front of Zhang Hang, her soft gaze staring at him, a small hand gently resting on his neck.

The sound did not come from the Void. In Zhang Xuan's mind, there seemed to be a string that was quietly trying to connect, and at this moment, it was suddenly "snapped" and broken. And the coldness that made him sober turned out to come from her.

"You look sleepy." Meng Ling's voice is soft, but she does not lose a certain courage that makes people move. At this moment, what Zhang Hang sensed was that she was worried about her emotions.

"It's a little, but it's okay."

"What's okay?"

"It's just not enough to worry I'm going to faint here."

Meng Ling smiled beautifully. In Zhang Hang's eyes, she is like a soft and small cat that has just woken up.

"Is it okay to sit here?"

"Feel free to do it." Zhang Hang stepped aside and gave way. Meng Ling paused for a moment, and then slowly sat down close to Zhang.

The scent of green apples wafted from the slightly scattered hair in her ears. Each strand of hair falls appropriately on the ear, as if forming the most gentle picture.

The painting is like the rising sun on the seashore, and like an epiphany blooming alone under the flower moon, on the top of the cliff. And the next moment, the picture may be gone. People who have never seen this painting disagree, but at this moment, Zhang Hang, who witnessed it with his own eyes, was hooked, and the tremor in his heart was self-evident.

Couples gathered in Yunpan Square, one after another, with colorful flowers blooming on the gray cardboard. Romance and youth are happy in all corners. And now, they have finally arrived at Zhang Xuan's side, a man who has been haunted by demons and robbed of sleep.

No, maybe it's not a demon at all. Thinking of this, Zhang Hang had to sigh deeply. From the very beginning, the demon never came to him. From the beginning, sleep never left him.

It was loneliness that was eating away at him. This may be the reason for the formation of the unknown void in his body. Every time he comes to Yunpan Square, it may just be a kind of self-redemption that he is close to instinct. If Yunpan Square wasn't a gray cardboard, he wouldn't dare to step into it, and hide in the corner and secretly peek at those who are filled with happiness from the inside out.

When people feel happy, they exude a colorless smell - it is called romance, and the prototype of romance is also called youth. Zhang Hang almost instinctively longed for the taste.

Inhale the taste through your eyes, nose, mouth, ears, all the pores on your body – almost voraciously. Only in this way can he briefly forget the pain of being eroded by loneliness and seeping into the bone marrow. And this kind of redemption, which is not salvation, is the only thing he can do.

"Do you often come to Yunpan Square?"

"I ...... Once in a while, once in a while. ”

"I don't come very often. Isn't that a coincidence? She said with interest.

"What do you mean?"

"Of course it is—two people who don't come to this place often, but can meet by chance."

“…… Is this fate? Zhang Hang's heartbeat intensified. For the first time in his life, he knew that the skin near the heart was so thin—so thin that there was no flesh or bone, and a layer of skin was wrapped directly around the heart.

"I don't know." Meng Ling lowered her eyes and whispered. "But it's a rare thing anyway, at least that's what I think."

A subtle silence enveloped the two of them like a veil of light.

Zhang sat on an inconspicuous bench in Yunpan Square, and there was a colorful and beautiful scene in front of him. There is a faint fragrance of green apples wafting around, and a hint of warmth.

It's already good. Zhang suspense.

But he still felt a little empty in his heart, even a trace of regret. Maybe it's a disadvantage or something. So what is missing?

Zhang Hang saw the hands that were obedient and quietly resting on his legs.

The fingers are white and slender, and the nails are shiny and full. The proximal joints are angular, and the skin covering them has extremely delicate folds and lines. His crossed palms trembled slightly, beads of sweat oozing from his palms.

Zhang Hang wanted to shake her hand now, and he intuitively felt that if it was now, Meng Ling would not refuse him. However, Zhang Xuan suddenly thought - this may just be because she is not a girl who is good at refusing.

"I didn't particularly want to join or anything like that, but 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. ”

Zhang Hang's heart was suddenly poured with a basin of cold water. At the same time, in his eyes, his crossed hands looked like handcuffs, and he cuffed himself, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them at all.

"Little hanging...... Can you call it that? Suddenly, Meng Ling spoke.

"When, of course." Zhang Hang said a little hurriedly.

"Actually, I ...... They escaped. Meng Ling smiled bitterly.

“……”

Zhang Hang gradually calmed down. He saw Meng Ling's eyes, although he was smiling, the corners of his eyes were slightly stiff.

"Don't you mind hearing me say something boring?"

"Nothing to do, I love to hear you." Zhang Hang looked at her and said.

"Thank you." Meng Ling smiled lightly and lowered her eyes to look at her hands.

"Actually, today is a bit special."

"Special?"

"Hmm. And it's not just today. This time of year is going to be a little special. But it's not for everyone. Strictly speaking, it may be limited to a certain number of people. ”

“…… A narrow scope. Zhang Xuan said silently.

Meng Ling turned her head to stare at him, "Maybe so." …… No, maybe you're more accurate. Meng Ling turned her head and continued to look at her hands. Because, the narrow scope you are talking about, not everyone can easily enter. ”

"But you're in that range."

"Yes, I'm here. I've been here since three years ago. Mengling's expression was still soft, but her slender fingers tightly grasped the pleated skirt, and her fingertips were slightly white.

Meng Ling whispered, I'm afraid of being alone. But I had a great time at Minhua University. The environment is beautiful, and every year the caretaker brings in new plants and flowers that bloom in all seasons.