The time soon came the next morning.

Summer woke up early and began to pack her tattered baggage again.

It's still a shabby bed, it's still a shabby bedding wrapped in a shabby bedding, it's still a shabby bedding stuffed with shabby daily necessities that she has always been reluctant to throw away. Unlike when she came, she took the sheep and stuffed two books on my bookshelf, which were my original love story collection "Sad Orange" and "Love Every Day".

"Do you mind if I take these two books from you?" Summer days ask me.

"Take what you like in this room!" I laughed.

"It's a nice title," said Xia Tian with a smile, "sex every day!" No, it's love every day! ”

"I hope that after you find summer, you can walk in the sunshine every day, every day is blue, every day is happy, and every day there is love!" As I spoke, I picked up a bag that Xia Tian had put together and walked downstairs with her.

Along the way, Summer Day didn't say a word, and I kept wanting to say something to her, but I didn't know what to say, and in the end, I didn't say anything. I watched quietly as Xia Tian hailed a taxi, and just as the door opened, she turned around, her lips twitching, and she seemed to want to say something.

"Let's go! Let's go! I waved my hand to Xia Tian, "No matter how slimy it is, I won't let you go!" ”

"Then I'm leaving!" Summer said and got into the taxi, and through the window, she kept waving to me.

"Let's go!" I also raised my arm and waved it to the summer sky.

Taxis quickly disappear into the traffic that comes and goes.

I looked up and felt a sense of relief.

I don't want the summer days to stay with me forever, just as I don't like the heavy makeup on my face when the summer days come; I only hope that when I see the summer day again, what I hear is no longer her unconcealed words, what I see is no longer her pretending decadent face and the black-hearted cotton bedding she bought from the farmer's market wrapped in the shabby sheets that she has been unwilling to throw away, but the smile on her face like the bright summer sun and the happy life of a big burden and a big burden.

The summer days are gone.

Ye Qian ignored me anymore.

Loneliness and emptiness come uninvited.

It was another sleepless night.

Lust quietly reached out and grabbed my throat again.

Just as I was writhing on the bed in agony, there was a knock downstairs, a knock on the door, the sound of the iron knocker that seemed crisp and lonely in the silence of the night; Then came Fang's voice, who now often came back in the middle of the night or early in the morning.

Why doesn't the landlord open the door?

Why didn't Fang knock again after knocking a few times?

Downstairs was silent again.

I got out of bed, crawled at the window, and saw a figure squatting silently at the entrance of the dimly lit stairway, curled up on the steps of the doorway like a stray cat, lonely and pitiful. There was no man behind Fang, this was the first time I had seen it.

I went downstairs and opened the door.

A strong smell of wine mixed with a faint smell of fat powder came to his nose, and it seemed that Fang was drunk.

The stairs are dark, and the steps are steep and narrow, as is generally the case in this kind of house.

I fumbled in the dark for the railing of the handrail, Fang fumbled in the dark for a place to find the handrail, and in the dark, in the groping, she grabbed my hand. Fang's hands were small and cold, and I gently held her long, thin and soft fingers, her cold fingers curled up in the palm of my hand, giving people a feeling of fragility. Fang gently rested her head on my shoulder, her whole body was soft, and her body exuded a strong smell of wine and a faint smell of fat powder.

The floors are not high, only four floors, but we walked for a long, long time.

When she arrived at the door, Fang fumbled for the key, but she didn't take it out after several times. When I felt the key in her delicate little kun bag, I also felt something that bulged around under the plastic packaging, and I knew what it was. Fang opened the door, and after groping around with the wall for a long time, the light came on, and the pale and bleak light poured out of the door like water in an instant. Fang stood in the door, in the pale and bleak light, looking at me with a cold expression, her long hair pouring down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Something must have happened!

On such a lonely and silent night, after walking hand in hand through such a long staircase, stimulated by strong alcohol, something must have happened! At the very least, there should be an affectionate gaze! I stood outside the door shamelessly hoping that something would happen, that she would let me in, and then, and then do something again!

No!

Nothing!

Only one door closed a few centimeters from the tip of my nose, and the "tom" startled me.

It was dark in the hallway.

The night was sadly dark, desperately dark, lonely and lonely.