The moon is like a hook, pulling out a long series of shadows above the canopy, like the snake in that game, shuttling through the clouds.

The wheels of the train press against the rails, making a very regular clanging sound, beating on the eardrums.

The spring is cold, and during this period, the train to the small town is very empty.

In the No. 9 car, there were people who came up and went down along the way, but there were only a few people.

On a night like this, it was even more silent.

Yi Tian sat in front of the window, looking at the outside world, like a film in a movie, flashing frame by frame.

At this time, the addiction to smoking was already tormenting him as hard as scratching his heart and lungs.

Loya, who was lying quietly on the lower bunk, seemed to notice his restlessness.

Sit down, take out a box of chewing gum from your bag, and hand it to Yi Tian.

"Here, it might be useful for you to chew this."

"Okay, thank you."

A brief exchange was followed by a long silence.

She lay down again, and from her vantage point she could see the blue sky outside the window, and the snake shuttling through the clouds.

One Friday night, while Loya was sitting in front of the computer writing a manuscript, Yi Tian knocked on the door.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and he looks a lot haggard.

The communication with Luo Ya was also a lot more restrained and polite.

An invisible barrier separated them into two worlds.

For Yi Tian's visit, Luo Ya was a little surprised. She thought there could be no more intersection between them.

He smiled a little unnaturally, and said that he had promised to make dumplings for her before, and when he passed by Wanjia Apartment today, he remembered this stubble and bought materials in the fresh supermarket at the door.

I wanted to try my luck, and I saw that the lights in her house were still on downstairs, and I went straight up.

Luo Ya didn't know if he was an excuse, but it didn't seem like the right time to make dumplings at this point in time.

The hands of the wall clock on the wall are already pointing to 9 o'clock.

There was no intention of letting him in.

"I'm sorry, I've already had dinner."

He wasn't surprised: "Instant noodles again?" ”

Luo Ya was a little embarrassed: "I ate hometown food outside with Lu Zheng in the evening." ”

His face changed, and he immediately said, "I haven't eaten yet, so you should have supper with me." ”

Loya didn't want to slap him off.

"Okay, but I don't know how to make dumplings."

He was quite understanding: "You write your manuscript, I'll wrap it, and call you when it's cooked." ”

This kitchen, Luo Ya has hardly ever used it, and the people who have used it are not only the police officer in front of him, but also Lu Zheng.

She hadn't seen Lu Zheng's expression when he was cooking, and every time he came back, the food was already on the table.

Yi Tian, this is the second time, his busy figure in the kitchen often distracts Luo Ya, and he turned to look at him several times.

He was so focused that he didn't catch her eyes.

"The Disappearance of the Writer Mao Dan" is still one ending, but fortunately, this ending is also formed in her mind, and she doesn't need to bother much, what she needs to do is to organize the language and form it into a grid in the computer.

Yi Tian is an authentic Beijinger, and the dumplings he makes are impeccable for Luo Ya, who eats instant noodles all day long.

A plate of leek pork trap and a plate of cabbage pork trap dumplings were steaming on the table.

He didn't eat much, most of the time he watched her eat.

To be honest, since he met Luo Ya, he has never dared to compliment her food.

In front of eating, she never knew how to be restrained.

Compared to the dull and awkward atmosphere at the beginning, this time is much better.

As always, he didn't talk much, she admired while eating, saying that a big man can make ordinary dumplings into the taste of a full Han banquet, which is indeed worthy of appreciation.

He smiled.

said that he wrapped a lot, and the rest was frozen in the refrigerator, and said that if she was hungry on weekdays, she would take it out and cook it and eat it, which was better than eating instant noodles.

The two plump dumplings on the plate were still steaming, and Luo Ya wiped his eyes and said that the heat was so fucking smoky.

Watch her gobble it up.

He also said that when the dumplings in the refrigerator were finished, he would come back to wrap them for her.

Through the steaming heat, Luo Ya blindfolded and looked at Yi Tian, who was sitting opposite her.

Months passed, and she didn't know what was wrong with the officer?

Suddenly, he came to the house and made dumplings for her, and said such sensational words, he was going to do things in a rhythm.

He lowered his head and stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and said vaguely.

"No, you're so busy."

He persistent: "No matter how busy you are, you have to eat, and this little time is not missing." ”

She didn't know how to refuse, swallowed a dumpling, and found a very decent excuse.

"Yi Tian, I'm a southerner, I won't die if I don't eat dumplings, besides, Lu Zheng sometimes comes to cook. Lately, I don't eat much instant noodles anymore. ”

He didn't open his mouth for a long time, and when the plate of leek-stuffed dumplings was empty, he finally opened his mouth again.

"You ......," he pursed his lips, "you ...... with the psychiatrist"

The heat of the dumplings dissipated quickly, Luo Ya looked at Yi Tian steadily, under the cover of the light, there was nothing to hide, she knew what he wanted to say.

"Lu Zheng, the relationship between me and him belongs to friendship, and the relationship between lovers is not full!"

And he said, "We ......."

She didn't know what he was trying to say, and listened to him again.

"Doctor Lu, it seems, he's very good, quite suitable for you."

She took a sip of water, and a smile appeared on her face: "I think so too." ”

The expression on his face darkened for a moment, but it was fleeting.

He got up and silently cleaned up the dishes, and the sound of running water in the sink seemed to be a piece of music that he had never heard before.

Loya sat at the table in a daze, they, what is this?

He wiped his hands and walked over to her, she was a little confused, was he leaving?

He glanced at her, poured a glass of water, walked over to the couch, and sat down.

Then he beckoned to her.

Like an old friend, he said, "Come here, I have something to talk to you about." ”

She walked over and took the cup he handed her.

Everything was so natural, she already had expectations in her heart, what was he going to say to her?

Don't?

However, his opening remarks had already made Luo Ya's heart cold.

"Writer Big Goose, do you know?"

The cup in her palm was warm, and she nodded.

He added: "I read your article published in the newspaper. ”

She said, "Oh. ”

She instantly understood why he had to make dumplings for her when he suddenly visited at night, it turned out that the drunkard didn't mean to drink.

Haha, she sneered in her heart.

He said: "The writer in your article is a big goose, right?" ”

She was noncommittal, she didn't say a word, and the meaning was already clear.

Listening to his voice blankly.

"The goose has disappeared for more than half a year, and his family and friends are worried about him, saying that he has a mental condition problem and is afraid that something will happen. But the police have not had any clues for half a year. ”

"So what?" Her tone was visibly unpleasant.

But he changed his words: "Have you read the big goose's "The Sorrow of Youth"? ”

She stared at him fixedly and asked, "Do you think I should have seen it?" ”

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