In the middle of the night, I snorted and opened my eyes sharply to look at him.

As if dissatisfied with my loss of consciousness, his movements stopped suddenly, and I should have pushed him away immediately, but his body was surprisingly empty.

He kissed me slowly, and he whispered in his mouth: "Smoke Joe, Smoke Joe......"

He did it so gently that I couldn't help but breathe out of my mouth.

When I woke up again, it was the next morning.

I was woken up by a flock of larks on the cornus outside the window that had gotten up early to feed.

I stretched and rolled over.

As soon as the steamed bun saw that I was awake, he jumped up on the ground and licked my face.

I let out a low cry, tossed it aside, and buried my head in the pillow with a smile.

It couldn't lick me, it whined, and when I heard its cry, my heart moved, and I suddenly remembered the man I had last night.

I had a spring dream last night, in which a handsome man was befriending me all night.

I suddenly opened my eyes, reached out to hold the steamed bun, slowly sat up, and stared at the woman in the mirror.

That can only be called a delicate and indifferent face, who is it if it's not me?

My name is Xi Bing, I am a writer, I am 25 years old, and my parents were killed in a plane crash when I was 19 years old when I went to London for spring shooting.

They were dealing in antiques, but they left me a lot of money to keep me safe for the rest of my life. But I was tired of living in a bunker-like villa full of bulletproof glass cameras, so I sold all my possessions and bought a country house in Canada incognito and lived in seclusion.

The villa is next to the river and has large floor-to-ceiling windows, so you can watch the snow around the fireplace in winter and enjoy the rain in summer.

I hired two servants, both of whom were family members of local Chinese, and I always had an idea in my heart that I inherited from my parents, that is, people who are not of my race must have different hearts.

When my parents were alive, they never used foreign bodyguards, and only used domestic retired special forces.

They say that these people are naturally loyal, with a ruthless loyalty.

So I was also raised by these uncles since I was a child, until my parents died.

In addition, the reason why I call myself a writer is because when I have nothing to do, I like to write essays and submit them to domestic magazines, although I don't want to make much money, but it can be regarded as a way to relieve boredom.

And what I wrote is nothing more than autumn water falling flowers, spring breeze and summer rain and some miscellaneous notes of ordinary travel.

My grandfather was a well-known wealthy family in Hong Kong City, and he went to a private school when he was young, so when he was alive, he taught me a good hand.

My life may have been too boring, and my only two interests were working with words.

So the dream I had last night, I just thought it was a little strange, and it was ridiculous to think about it, I thought, it must be that I am getting older, and life is too ordinary, and my body instinctively yearns for the things of men and women, so I have such a beautiful dream.

In the evening, I took steamed buns for a walk by the river as usual.

Before leaving, I took out the pocket watch that I had pulled out of my suitcase yesterday afternoon and put it on my body.

This pocket watch was received by my father in his early years, an old thing from the Republic of China, Patek Philippe's private custom gold watch, the pocket watch is all 18K gold, and the bracelet hangs from a gold pin set with thirteen diamonds. The front lid is also set with a circle of broken diamonds, and in the center is a round and thin piece of crystal, through which you can see the openwork dial inside, along which twelve Roman numerals are radiated. The inside of the back cover of the watch is engraved with the code of PATEKPHILIPPE in English and pocket watch along the outer ring.

In the middle, it is the word Chengxuan in the traditional Chinese official book, and the next line of small characters, which was given by the father in the 21st year of the Republic of China.

The whole pocket watch exudes indescribable luxury.

So my dad was always very fond of it, and he would sometimes take it out and play with it when it was locked in a safe, and on my eighteenth birthday, he took it to Switzerland and recalibrated it and gave it to me as an adult gift.

I have always disliked the things he collected, and always felt that they were too rotten and gloomy, but I always liked this watch, but because it was too valuable, I kept it in the safe after he gave it to me.

I took it out when I went abroad, and yesterday afternoon I turned it over to see if the clock was right, so I put it next to my pillow to check the time.

I guess the owner of this pocket watch, Cheng Xuan, should be a man. It's just that I don't know what kind of person it is, but in that stormy and turbulent era, my father gave me such a priceless pocket watch.

I think he must be a man of great stature as well.