The dusk here is as quiet as late at night, and the dusk at this time is as dark as the middle of the night. Rain-soaked clouds obscured the sky and waited for a condensation, a fall, which had accumulated for too long, like an exhausted mother-to-be. There must have been a heavy rainstorm that rivaled the height of summer.

With a slight twist of the key, the door was opened as usual after a precise bite on the inside of the lock, and after a slight and sharp sound. Shi Jiaojiao couldn't help but laugh softly at Grandpa Gu's cuteness, this kind but small-tempered old man, after knowing that Shi Jiaojiao's move was an accident, he didn't mention letting her move back once, and the door lock was never changed.

It's really strange, Shi Jiaojiao seems to hear someone in the quiet room: Are you back? The small house seems to be inhabited by invisible elves, who freely play in the air when no one is around, talking to the furniture. When the owner returns, he immediately becomes delicate and clingy, "whooshing" towards the person, holding you affectionately and rubbing it. She stood in the doorway in a daze, holding the key in her hand, looking at the space that had been stripped of everything that belonged to her, and sadness came to her.

She didn't turn on the lights, and walked through the kitchen, bathroom, and room in the dark...... Feel everything with the tactile sense of your fingernails, from a sleek old rice cooker, to a cold, dry white porcelain bathtub or a bare wooden bed without a mattress...... It was really an uninhabited house, cold and hard. Shi Jiaojiao walked around the small apartment, and finally stood on the balcony where she had seen the moon and stars hundreds of times, and the dusk and sunset, looking at the horizon from a high place, where the colors were deeper.

She blinked her dry eyes and returned to the living room. The bare feet seemed to be silvery white, fluorescent in the dim light, Shi Jiaojiao stepped on the cold floor, the sensitive soles of her feet seemed to feel the texture, she moved her feet, carefully identifying whether there was an unusual laceration in the forefoot. "It seems like there really is." Shi Jiaojiao turned her head to look at the sliding door facing the sky, removed her feet and squatted down, and touched the fine lines with her hands, only to find that there were many fine and dense stripes, and I don't know when they were cracked because of what.

"I remember in the afternoon, the west curtains were about to be pulled up, and the floor was cracked." On the afternoon when he just moved in, Tang Jianyu said casually. "No matter which direction it is, it may crack......" Shi Jiaojiao muttered, touching the small piece of roughness. Hmm......" Shi Jiaojiao's eyes condensed with water vapor became the only bright spot in this chaos. "Nothing." She covered the fine marks on the floor with her hands, "There was nothing but scars......

After saying goodbye to Zhang Kun, Shi Jiaojiao got into a taxi in a daze. The driver also seemed to have encountered something unpleasant, and his face was full of the same godlessness as Shi Jiaojiao. "Miss, where are you going?" He asked mechanically, and Shi Jiaojiao also shook her head mechanically, "I don't know either." The driver didn't say a word, his two hands were propped up on the steering wheel, and the two patrons were stunned. Let's go to the XX community, and we have to say goodbye. Shi Jiaojiao said suddenly, the driver did not answer, and started the car spontaneously.

"Ah......" Shi Jiaojiao suddenly felt that she had lost all her strength, she lay on the floor, the carpet that she had originally laid here was taken away, and the ground was hard and cold. She closed her eyes, silently feeling the rushing air wrap around her slightly chilly body. She reached out and grabbed the legs of the small wooden square table, and reached out to touch the long, solid-colored sofa.

Shi Jiaojiao, who was lying on the floor on her side in the dark, was like a victim who was left at the scene of a murder, motionless as if she had been dead for a long time, her consciousness had already flowed with invisible blood, wantonly covering the entire ground.

Before the early autumn rains, the temperature is uncomfortably low at night, and the floor is even harder and colder. Shi Jiaojiao gently stroked the ground in front of her, closed her eyes and gently pressed her cheeks to the ground, feeling it with her soft skin. She felt ironed, a sense of belonging that encircled her. This hollowed-out room is exactly the same as Shi Jiaojiao's hollowed-out heart, but here it is like an embrace, more like an all-encompassing abdominal cavity, allowing Shi Jiaojiao to nest in it, giving her the same sense of security as * giving the fetus.

"I'm so tired, I'm sleepy......" Shi Jiaojiao half-squinted her eyes and talked to the invisible elf. In her long and narrow field of vision, between the black hole of the sofa and the ottoman, there seemed to be the outline of a box, she reached out and fished it in the air, and the sleepiness swept over like a spell, she gently dropped her hand, and fell asleep with a sense of struggle to get the box.

It started to rain, and the raindrops were heavy, hitting the roofs, doors and windows, or clothes that had not had time to be collected, making a heavy and muffled sound. At first, there were a few sporadic points, then intermittently sparse and dense, and finally like a large basin overturning, the rain was like a string, forming a white flowing curtain between heaven and earth, and it was dripping freely.

"Hmm...... Cold ......" Shi Jiaojiao was woken up by the sound of rain, reached out and touched it, but couldn't find any shelter, her hands were full of cold hard touch, "Ah......" She opened her eyes, and it took a while to remember where she was. The room still unlit seemed to be a little brighter than it had been before the rain, and the view was the square silhouette that I had seen before I fell asleep in the gap between the sofa and the ottoman, which was quietly sandwiched there, in a state that had been forgotten for so long.

Holding the hands and feet in one position for too long hurts and numbs. Shi Jiaojiao rubbed her elbows, half-squatted to the sofa stool, and reached out to take out the box that was larger than the palm of her hand. Perhaps her eyes were accustomed to the darkness, and she saw clearly that it was a white box with patterns, but at this time she was confused and did not recognize what it was, and when she took it in her hand, she followed her instinctive reaction and lifted the lid fastened on it. Inside, a shiny metallic object, embedded in a square groove: a brand new mobile phone. But the style is very old, and the same brand has been out for three or four generations.

Shi Jiaojiao recognized it and felt her scalp tighten, and someone lifted her head and pulled her spine up to the limit of straightening. She felt as if the owner of the phone was standing in front of her.

About four years ago, when I suddenly heard the news that the sixth child was sick and hospitalized, Shi Jiaojiao dropped the back cover of the old mobile phone, which was a mobile phone that Tang Jianyu accidentally saw when he came to City B and sent it quietly. At that time, he was still studying abroad, and told Shi Jiaojiao that he would come back at Christmas, Shi Jiaojiao looked at this every day, and the machine was very expensive at that time, looking forward to his news.

As a result, he disappeared without news, and Shi Jiaojiao's expectations for the new mobile phone disappeared. Shi Jiaojiao never contacted Tang Jianyu, and what is even more ironic is that when she heard his voice again, not only did an oolong incident of "fake death" occur, but her heart also experienced an irreversible revelation...... Then on an equally rainy night, she was so angry that she casually stuffed the hot gift into a crack, and forgot about it. It actually came out of its own at the moment when Shi Jiaojiao was determined not to come back.

Shi Jiaojiao felt her eyelids swell for a while, but she couldn't shed tears, she held her phone on her forehead, curled up in pain like an ascetic pilgrim.