When the sunlight shone in through the window and fell on the glass table, setting off a burst of scorching heat, they moved to the head of the bed, a little further away from the heat of the sun, and together with the book that had fallen in the gap of the sofa, they were picked up by one person and read together with relish.

He felt a sense of relief and joy in his heart, and he had at last, in such a short time, dispelled all the doubts and sorrows in her heart, or else, when they parted to-morrow, she would not know how to toss herself when he could not see.

Thinking of this, he reached out with one hand and gently grasped one of her little feet exposed in the hem of her skirt.

She is about 1.60 meters, and it stands to reason that she should wear shoes of size 378 on her feet, but she only wears size 36, and even if the size is too large, she can squeeze in 35.

Every time he couldn't help but hold her small, white and delicate feet with a baby-like texture, he couldn't help but feel happy and happy, and she would move her feet gently every time he held it, quietly enjoying the happiness in this touch, and even more comfortably continuing her own things.

After a while, she looked up, met his eyes, and did not know whether he was reading a book or looking at hers, and her mouth bent, and her eyes also bent to laugh, and as soon as she dropped the book to the side, she raised her hand and buried her head in his arms, her forehead against his chest, and silently said nothing.

Suddenly, she heard him seem to be saying:

"Life is the same, death is the same."

"What?"

She poked her head out of his arms and asked him, her dark brown eyes shining with clear water in her smiling sockets, like a small stream jumping out of the cracks in the stones, flowing with light, but her face was as ignorant as a green mountain after the rain.

He looked at her, just laughing, silent.

She followed the example of him shaving the bridge of her nose before, pinched the bridge of his long and high nose mischievously, reached out and hooked his neck, but no longer continued to ask, but coquettishly made a jumping suggestion:

"Shall we go to the movies?"

"Okay."

He agreed without hesitation, got up and straightened her, crouched down to help her put on her sandals carefully, and helped her down.

The two walked to the door of the cinema arm in arm, and she raised her head again, bending a pair of squinted eyes in the hot sun, and asked him with a smile:

"Let's go in and see what good movies they have, shall we?"

"Okay."

He still agreed, took her hand and went into the theater hall.

The two slipped around, and he just wanted to ask her which movie she wanted to watch, but he heard her say in her ear:

"I don't think we'd better watch the movie, right? It's two hours at a glance, and I can't say anything. ”

He looked down at her, smiled again, and agreed with a smile:

"So what to do?"

yes, what to do? What can you do to beat the time, or keep it?

How could time be so cruel to her and him? I don't have a chance to make her want to be hypocritical! She secretly hated in her heart again.

She dragged him to a small restaurant on the side of the street, ordered a wonton by herself, sat on the window seat and ate it slowly, taking a bite of the wonton and eating it with a mouthful of soup.

"One time I ate tofu, and I took a bite of half of the tofu, and I put it back in the bowl when I had more than half of it, and I took another bite, and it turned out that there was still a small half of it on the noodles, and my dad said, 'You can eat it all in one bite, and you can't finish it in several bites.' Quick, eat it all in one bite. I looked up at him, put the rest of the piece in my mouth, and was about to swallow it when my dad said, 'Yes, that's it, that's it, just eat it in one bite.'" My mom was right next to her and said, 'You don't care how she eats, you have to say it when people eat,' and my dad said, 'She eats this little bite, and a piece of tofu will finish a bowl of rice, and the nutrition is not enough'. I listened silently, and didn't speak, and just as the two of them stopped talking, they had already finished half of the bowl of rice, and my dad was surprised and sighed, 'You eat the rice very quickly', haha, isn't it funny? ”

She looked at him with a smile.

She remembered that when she was a child, she always had to eat wrist wontons when she went out of town with adults, but somehow, at this time, Lili's purpose was to be with her parents in elementary school, and her parents said this to her, so she couldn't help but smile and wanted to tell him.

He listened, saw the half-bitten wonton left in her spoon, and looked at him again and just smiled and didn't speak.

"When I was a child, I went out of town with my grandmother, father, grandfather, and uncles and aunts, and one of the things they had to do was to take me to eat a bowl of wontons, once my father saw me bow my head and eat without saying a word, so he put half of his bowl into my bowl, and watched me finish eating, but when he got home, he saw with other family members and said one by one, saying that I ate a bowl and a half of wontons, and especially emphasized that his half bowl was afraid that I would not eat enough for me to eat, I was very strange when I heard it, at that time he took the initiative to give it to me, I didn't dare not take it, I didn't dare not finish it, but why did he come home and meet people as if I wanted to eat his half bowl of wontons? I still don't understand. ”

She lowered her head and spoonful after spoonful of the soup into her mouth, smiling at him telling him what she remembered as strange and funny.

He was finally amused by her, and laughed at her ha, a spoonful of soup in his hand hanging in the air, stared at nervously by her, worried that he would be unsteady because of his laughter and spill it on his body.

When he stopped laughing, she bowed her head and stopped talking, and drank the rest of the soup quietly and earnestly.

The two of them ate a bowl of wontons in this way, and they hadn't finished it for almost forty minutes, as if this could prove that time was moving slower than before, and also relieved their lingering anxiety about the short and fleeting time in their hearts.

Forty minutes later, it was clear that there was only an empty bowl left in the soup, but she did not have the slightest intention of getting up and leaving, but quietly turned her head to the street with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, looking at the crowds of people coming and going on the street and the endless stream of vehicles.

He also turned his head with her to look out the window at the traffic of people and vehicles on the street, and was in a daze with her.

The sun was still very hot at noon, releasing scorching heat through the glass, and he suddenly woke up from his daze as if he realized something, stretched out a hand, and put the back of his hand on the glass opposite her face, blocking the golden hot sun on her face, but she raised her chin slightly, rubbed his hand with her chin, and climbed his palm to block the sun for her like a child, turned her face and smiled at him, and said:

"Let's go."

With that, she took his hand and got up and walked out of the restaurant.

She and he stood in the street, the sun shrouded in traffic, her eyes narrowed in the bright light. She was held by him, and her heart was very safe, but she still seemed to be a little lost in the crowd, as if she was stepping on the air and couldn't touch the ground, she couldn't help but clench his hand, and get closer to him, only to feel a little more stable.

He was looking ahead, taking her to wait for the traffic light.

"Shall we go back?"

After the traffic light, he turned to look at her and asked.

She replied and nodded. She really didn't want to be wrapped up in the approaching heat with him, sweating around.

At noon in April, it was already a hot day, and the road was full of hot dust, and people were hurrying along with their frowns following the shadows of the unmoving trees and the shadows of the buildings on the streets. She and he walked in the shade to the hotel.

When she came back to the room, as soon as the air conditioner was turned on, she took a deep breath of cool air comfortably, jumped on the sofa with one foot, sat on her knees and curled up, and shouted out comfortably:

"Ah, it's so comfortable!"

He looked at her and smiled slightly, boiled hot water, and made two cups of black tea to dry.

"Do you want to see the computer work?"

She asked curiously. He hasn't touched the computer for half a day, it's a miracle, usually he has to look at least once a morning to send and receive emails, but since he came back last night, he hasn't turned on the computer.

But he remained calm, shook his head and replied:

"No, you don't."

"So, do you want a lunch break?"

She asked inquiringly.

"What about you?"

He looked at her with a smile on his face.

"I want to sleep, but I can't, I still don't sleep. You can sleep. ”

She said.

"I don't sleep either."

He still shook his head with a smile.

After a while, he handed her a cup of black tea that had been dried, and drank it himself.

"Shall we see?"

She smiled at him as she took the tea.

"Hmm."

He responded.

So, sitting on the single sofa, and he sitting on the armrest side of the sofa chair, she was finally able to quietly flip through her version of "Dream of Red Mansions" in the afternoon, discussing the comments of Yan Zhai and talking about the children's attitudes in Cao Xueqin's Daguan Garden.

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