Almost every night, after lying in bed, before really falling asleep and falling asleep, Han Le would imagine such a scene - the next morning, he woke up on time in the sound of the alarm clock, or even earlier, the sky had just revealed the white of the fish's belly, the air was shrouded in a faint mist, he was wearing running shoes and sportswear, panting and running forward, maybe twenty minutes, ten minutes, or even five minutes, in short, when he ran to exhaustion, he would find a shop around that sold breakfast, soy milk xiaolongbao...... That would be the perfect start to a new day.

Han Le has told himself countless times that it is very simple to do this, and when the alarm clock rings next time, no matter how sleepy he is, he will not hesitate to lift the quilt and get up, in case he can't get up for a while...... With that in mind, he took out his phone from under his pillow and changed the alarm clock from 6 a.m. to 5:30 a.m. — so that he would have half an hour of hesitation and bed-riding.

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"Impromptu Fantasia in C minor", Chopin, its first accent is almost the first message that Han Le receives every day after he becomes conscious, reminding him of the beginning of a new day, after this accent there will be a short pause of one to two seconds, and after this pause, there will be a series of flowing notes, like a column of sounds, Han Le did not let this army assemble, while they were still ready to go, his hand accurately grasped the phone.

"It seems like the alarm clock is going off...... Oh. ”

When Han Le was fully awake, he first glanced at the window, it was very bright, he took out his mobile phone, and the time showed that it was 9:43, January 1, New Year's Day, 2013 - it was not just a new day, but a new year.

Han Le opened his eyes, half-lying on the bed, staring straight at the window with his two eyes, staring at the blue pentagonal petals that were constantly repeated on the completely closed curtains, counting from left to right, 14 flowers in a row, and counting from top to bottom, 16 flowers in a row...... When he realized that these two numbers were somewhat familiar, Han Le remembered that he had done this many times, and every time he realized that he had counted many times, he would feel that he was wasting his life, and then he would endlessly hate himself...... These behaviors and emotions are like a programmed program that is repeated every once in a while.

He just kept his eyes open, staring at the patterns on the curtains in a daze, until a gust of wind gently lifted the curtains, revealing the blue-gray sky outside through the gaps, Han Le had the action of getting up, and when he looked at the time again, it was already past 10 o'clock.

When he finished washing his face, Han Le glanced at himself in the mirror, as if he wanted to say something to the other self in the mirror, but he opened his mouth and said nothing—because he knew that no matter what he said to himself now, he swore and secretly made up his mind...... A few days, a few hours, or even dozens of minutes later, he will treat these words as a fart and return to his habitual rhythm of life.

After being stunned in front of the mirror for a while, Han Le came back to the room, turned on the computer, opened the websites one after another, closed them one after another, and when he felt hungry, he filled it with boiling water and Oreos in bulk, and after eating, it was game time, from "Company of Heroes" to "Fighting for Every Inch of Land", to "Medieval 2" to conquer the city and destroy the country, and then to "Civilization 5" to unify the world......

When his stomach felt hungry again, Han Le saved the game, an afternoon of games, so that the brain was full of pleasure, closed his eyes, and recalled in his head that the pictures were almost all game scenes, Han Le was half-lying on the chair, staring at the computer screen in front of him with empty eyes, as if it was his enemy, he kept staring at it in a daze until the screen protection time was up, and jumped, all the colors and pictures of the screen disappeared, leaving only a piece of darkness, in this darkness, Han Le saw his blurry and dull face, compared to the clear self he saw in the mirror in the morning, the self in front of him was more like a ghost hiding in the computer.

"People are always like this, today wants to decide tomorrow, but they don't want to be determined by yesterday." Han Le changed his QQ signature, but within two seconds, he pressed and held the backspace key to delete it into a blank, "It's empty", he stared at the three words on his QQ, these three words have been with him since college, and Han Le used to feel that these three words have a faint literary fan, which is the kind of common on the Internet, it seems to want to say something, but in fact, he didn't say anything P words, cheesy to put it, it is a kind of hidden sense of pretending B, but now, he feels that this is simply the best annotation of his life.

If you die now and need to leave something on your tombstone, these three words are really appropriate.

When he stood up and was about to go out, a friend application popped up on QQ, Han Le took a look at the content, and after agreeing to the other party's application, he stood and sent his phone number: "Call me directly about renting a house." ”

The other party's answer was quick: "I don't have a mobile phone, can't I say it here?" ”

Han Le unconsciously glanced at the plastic bag containing snacks on the side, and hesitated whether the dinner time was simply saved, and then the other party spoke again: "I want to ask how much the rent is first...... The website says 500 to 2000, and the price goes up and down a bit ......"

Han Le sat back and paid attention to the other party's ID, "Qiao Yiyu", it looked like a real name, this name quickly aroused his association, and he immediately noticed the other party's gender, as he expected - female.

"There are already two people living here, both men, don't you mind?" Han Le remembered that he had mentioned the situation here on the Internet, but he still replied with such a sentence, and after saying this, Han Le's eyes drifted out of the window, thinking about what to eat for dinner.

The other party didn't answer for a long time, and just when Han Le was almost losing his patience, QQ flashed: "Don't mind." ”

"Can we meet tomorrow about the price?"

"Okay."

"When are you more convenient?"

"It's all convenient."

Han Le smiled, it's really easy to talk, these days, there is really a house that is harder than anything else, he picked up his phone and looked at the time, just over 6 o'clock.

"And how about six o'clock tomorrow morning?" Han Le had the intention to tease the other party.

"Okay, where?" The other party's answer surprised him a little, although the house in the magic capital is more difficult to rent, it doesn't seem to be to this extent.

After making an appointment to meet in the community park, after the other party said that she was wearing a red shirt, Han Le took her mobile phone and was about to go out, and saw that the light in the next room was still on, he went over and knocked, and Xie Yongqing replied directly: "I have eaten dinner." ”

"It's not dinner."

The door opened, and Xie Yongqing, who was only wearing pajamas, was like a rabbit returning to the cave, and was quickly drilling into the bed: "Then what else do you have to do...... Don't tell me you're asking me to play games and chess......"

"I don't want to beg me to play with you now...... I haven't abused the computer at this broken level......"

"Then what else can you do?"

"Someone contacted me about renting a house," Han Le glanced at him with a smile, seeing that he was still staring at the computer screen and didn't react, he added, "It's a girl, what, you shouldn't mind." ”

Xie Yongqing came to the spirit: "Do you mind having to inspect the goods, how do you look?" ”

"We chatted a few words on QQ and made an appointment to meet tomorrow."

Xie Yongqing moved quickly: "What is the QQ number?" I'll preview it first. ”

"Can you take care of the image," Han Le said, "I've read it all, it's a new number, and there is no information in it, so I'll know if we look at it tomorrow." ”

"When did you make an appointment? Midday? "Xie Yongqing is different from Han Le, he rarely has time except for eating during the day.

"Tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock."

"......" Xie Yongqing glanced at him, "Can you get up?" Except for diarrhea, I haven't seen you get up before 8 o'clock. ”

"Didn't you say that," Han Le smiled, "Do you want to give yourself a little positive encouragement?" ”

After listening to Xie Yongqing, he was happy: "Either I'll take you back to the laboratory, and then get a female orangutan......"

"I haven't eaten dinner yet," Han Le didn't entangle with him, "You won't come tomorrow." ”

"Do you have to say this," Xie Yongqing deliberately smiled a little cheaply, "I'll call you tomorrow." ”

Xie Yongqing and Han Le are the same table in the first year of high school, when they first met, they both had no good impression of each other, Han Le was obsessed with computer games at that time, and often went in and out of Internet cafes, at that time, the school teachers were all over the street looking for students in Internet cafes on weekends, Han Le has always been a negative example in this regard, Xie Yongqing is just the opposite, belongs to the professional level of the top student, and the results of the entire high school have not fallen below the top 20 of the school, which belongs to the key training of talents. But after a long time, the two naturally found some common ground, at that time, Hawking's "A Brief History of Time" happened to be popular, and everyone began to care about the universe for a while, when Xie Yongqing borrowed a copy with difficulty, staring at a lot of terms and didn't seem to understand it, he found that Han Le was holding a thick copy of "The Strings of the Universe" with a very large letter, second only to A......

Maybe it's because of the common hobby of science fiction, the two have never broken contact, although they don't go to a university, but they can still talk on QQ by chance, when they were sophomores, Han Le's parents went out to travel and died in a car accident, in addition to hundreds of thousands of compensation, they also left him two houses in the magic capital. After graduation, during a chat, Han Le occasionally heard Xie Yongqing, who was studying in graduate school, complaining about the high price of the house in the magic capital, and it happened to be such a big house, and Han Le lived alone Sometimes he felt cautious, so he simply asked him to move in.

From the university to the present, thanks to the rising housing prices, one of these two houses is Han Le's main source of income, when he went to college, both were rented out, and one of them was kept for himself after graduation, but Han Le always felt that it was a bit of a waste to vacate a room, it was better to have one more person to make some extra money, so he posted a rental advertisement on the Internet two months ago, and there were many people who called in the past two months, but there were not many people who really agreed. At the very least, it had to be pleasing to the eye—but Han Le himself knew that there weren't many people he could look at, not even himself.

He is an introverted, depressed, and even a little close to autism, Han Le is very self-aware, since he was a child, he always tries to avoid dealing with other people, it will be better to go to school, but it is a group life, a few roommates look up and don't look down, how much can they say a few words, at that time Han Le also felt that he was still a "normal person", but after graduation, Han Le was immediately beaten back to his original shape by life - he locked himself at home, and the all-night game was even better than when he was in college, in the initial time, He also feels that there is nothing wrong with such a life, as long as the economic conditions allow (indeed allow), he even feels that he can live like this for the rest of his life, but in the past six months, he began to notice the change in his mentality, especially before falling asleep every day, he will be in a daze for a long time, he tries to change this life, but he doesn't know in what direction to change, how to change, he imagined countless more ideal lifestyles for himself in his mind, but often he can't even take the first step.

When he came back from dinner, the light in Xie Yongqing's room was still on, Han Le wanted to talk to him about something, but after thinking about it, there was actually nothing to say, he sat down in front of the computer, and saw that the "Qiao Yiyu" who had just chatted with him on QQ was still there, and reconfirmed the blank information that he had just read once, and then thought about whether he should talk to the other party about something, but this idea just jumped out, and then he thought about whether it was too much to do it...... In the end, he didn't do anything, but opened a series that he had watched most of the time before.

Deserved it for a lifetime&*&%¥

When Han Le felt a little sleepy, it was already past 12 o'clock in the evening, lying on the bed, Han Le took out his mobile phone and prepared to rely on e-books to assist him to sleep, while feeling that modern technology makes people unconsciously immersed in the ocean of information every second, suddenly, he remembered that tomorrow morning, oh, it should be this morning's appointment, he turned on the alarm clock setting, The alarm clock was set to 5.30, and he was wondering if he needed to hesitate a little earlier so that he could have more time to get in bed, but then he dispelled it, he already understood that even if his current self compromised with the self who got up tomorrow morning, he would not have the slightest sympathy for his future self.

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January 2, 5.14 a.m.

Han Le looked at the time on his phone, knowing that he had woken up early, thinking of his worries yesterday, he couldn't cry or laugh - he could treat the promise he made to himself as a fart, but what he made to others had to be guaranteed to be implemented no matter what, from this point of view, he was subconsciously afraid of strangers.

Knowing this fact is actually meaningless, but Han Le always can't help but think, when the alarm clock rang, there was also movement next door, and after a while, Xie Yongqing came to knock on the door: "Have you gotten up?" ”

"I'm getting dressed." Han Le replied, and then cautiously reached out to touch his clothes.

The air was cold, after putting on the heavy sweater, Han Le shivered a few times all over his body, after getting dressed, Han Le rarely opened the curtains, a thick layer of frost froze on the outside of the window, and Xie Yongqing was complaining in the living room: "If we don't look good, we will lose a lot." ”

When he walked out of the door, there were almost no people in the community, less than 6 o'clock, the sky was almost still dark, only a slightly bright white line on the far horizon, and within a few minutes of going out, Han Le felt the cold air crawling up his trouser legs, which made him subconsciously speed up his stride, Xie Yongqing laughed at him: "I haven't seen you walk so fast, I can't wait." ”

"How about we go for a run?" Han Le didn't take a stubble, and proposed.

"If you're idle, run away, I still have to save my strength to go to the lab to be abused...... This is physical work," Xie Yongqing walked slowly behind, and then said, "If it's not pretty, just send a text message, and I'll go to the snack bar and wait for you." ”

Han Le remembered that when he was in elementary school, his father also took him to exercise for a period of long-distance running, and he remembered that he was able to run for more than half an hour before exhausting his physical strength, even if he entered the university, he could barely reach the standard in physical education class for 3,000 meters, but now, he had just run for less than five minutes, and he had begun to breathe, and he had no intention of insisting, so he walked slowly forward alone, and after a while, he arrived at the community park that he had agreed.

Somewhat unexpected to him, he thought that on such a cold day, there would be no one in the park, but in fact, there are really not a few people here, almost all the stalls selling breakfast in the vicinity are steaming, there are scattered old men playing tai chi in the park, and there are also young people exercising, what is more striking is that in the horizontal bar, a slightly strong middle-aged man is doing pull-ups, doing more than 20 in a row, which makes Han Le feel inferior and also a little emotional, and he can also rely on skills to do more than a dozen in high school......

At this moment, a light back in a red single dress appeared in his field of vision, she seemed to be wearing very little, perhaps because she wore less, and she looked very spiritual, her hair was not long, no, maybe even short—because it was just a blue velvet hat that covered it all.

In Han Le's surprised eyes, the slightly thin back walked towards the horizontal bar, and after waiting for the middle-aged man to come down, he grabbed the horizontal bar with a slight jump, Han Le thought that she couldn't do any of them, and even could only do one, at most two, in short, no more than three, but the other party's behavior still surprised him - one, two, three, four......

The middle-aged man was also attracted by the girl, standing below to encourage her, when she did a dozen, the girl seemed to be a little tired of this monotonous action, the last time she lifted it, she accelerated violently, and her whole body was upside down on the horizontal bar, and then in the almost dark exclamation of the people around her, the body made a gymnastics classic movement loop with the horizontal bar as the axis, at the end of this action, the girl's hand let go of the horizontal bar, centrifugal force threw the body into the air, and after an elegant flip, it fell steadily back to the ground.

"Learn gymnastics," Han Le didn't notice when Xie Yongqing came, "The pressure is great, and the aura is ......"

Xie Yongqing's words were no longer followed, looking at the girl who looked like she was only in her early twenties when she picked up the hat that had just fallen on the ground and was walking towards her, Han Le felt that her heart was beating irregularly, and he recalled in his head the faces of those gymnastics stars that he had an impression of, but none of them could match the angels in front of him, the girl walked up to Han Le and asked in a somewhat uncertain hesitant tone: "Is it Han Le?" I'm Qiao Yiyu, who contacted you yesterday. ”