"Tell me about what happened to you in Berlin." That night, Chen Ying sat in Wang Yi's dormitory and said. They spent the whole afternoon walking across the city of Berlin, east-west. When I came back, the soles of my feet were sore and numb, and my ankles were so tired that I could barely lift them. She was taking a shower in the dormitory, and he sat at the door to sentry her, turned on the hot air fan five minutes before she came out, and blew wildly into the house.

"I'm done." She came out neatly dressed and sat down beside him, drops of water dripping from the tips of her hair in the palm of his hand. She rubbed a towel back and forth between her hair, shaking out the reserved ones that were usually hidden in the forks. He watched with interest as she wrapped her towel around her head and ran across the windy balcony to the next room and back. When she sat down again, she wore a woolen hat that covered both ears, and her shoulder-length hair hung down from the edges.

"What do you want to hear?" He asked.

"Tell me about the students you met at the train station."

"I once stayed with them for one night, three days before I left for London." "It started snowing that afternoon, and it was cold," he recalls. I met one of them again on the street, and he said he hadn't eaten. He wanted to say something, but the wind made his teeth chatter. I was about to check the train schedule at the train station because I was planning to go to Stockholm. ”

He pulled the chair closer to the edge of the bed, his fingertips touching her knees.

"Then I went to the train station with him and bought two hot dogs at the stall. After we squatted in the corner and finished eating, we drank free cold water from the drinking fountain. Then he accompanied me to the information desk and asked for a copy. He paused here and listened to the cold wind howling outside the window, "My German is only half-baked, so I wanted him to help me see it." I didn't expect his level to be worse than mine. Probably because he discovered his secret, he excused himself to go to the toilet to smoke and didn't come out for a long time. I went to the toilet to look for him, but there was no one there.

"Then I was going to come back because I wasn't going nowhere. Then he suddenly reappeared and brought back a Japanese. The Japanese man didn't get a hotel, so he said that he could spend the night at the train station so that he could save a night's accommodation. I don't know how he convinced him, but we stayed together that night, chatting, telling jokes, and helping each other with things. The station attendants arrived at twelve o'clock at night to drive away the stranded people, and we were herded out into the snowy street with a group of Middle Easterners.

"This guy was there for a long time, and he took us to sit at the nearby McDonald's for a while, and then slipped back to the train station through the back door of the store. At this time, all the staff were off work, but the lights were still on, and there were free waiting seats everywhere. So we lay side by side on three rows of chairs and continued to talk. ”

"Why didn't you want to go back to the dormitory?" Chen Ying asked.

"Coming back is also a one. And," he said, bowing his head, "I haven't had such a good time talking to anyone in a long time." He told us about German politics and some of the little hobbies of the Germans, saying that he didn't understand the local rules when he first arrived, and made a lot of jokes. Despite this point in his life, he was still optimistic, describing to the fact that he met a strange girl at the ball and stuffed him with a note. He didn't have a job, he didn't go to school, but he attended Mass at every church – not just to eat, he would sing on stage and, if possible, rehearsals.

"We listened to him for a long time that day, and he didn't seem to feel tired at all, and he was still talking when it was almost dawn. Before the cleaning staff went to work, he arranged for us to hide in the glove cabinet in the bathroom. ”

"Utility cabinet?"

"yes, it's the grocery room with toilet paper, mops and buckets, it's very cramped, and the three of us need to cling to it to barely open the door." Wang Yi got up and closed the curtains, and the warm light filled the room. Then he looked up and looked her in the eye, "Later the Japanese thanked us for taking care of him - he kept bowing, and I was really afraid that his waist would bend." After he left, I bought breakfast for the Chinese. His speaking function seems to turn off automatically after dawn. He didn't say a word during the meal, just shook my hand after my coffee. He escorted me out of the train station and then turned back again. After that, I went to the train station a few more times, searched for the place where he used to be, but never saw him again. He just disappeared into thin air. I can't do a missing person notice because he didn't even tell me his name. ”

Chen Ying sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him quietly, her hands wringed together.

"I often wondered if that man had been sent by the night to ward off a lonely ghost for me. It happened to be in that place at that time, met me, and then told many stories. If it weren't for that Japanese, I would have thought I was dreaming. He didn't ask me anything but a little bit of food. He said self-deprecatingly.

"The struggle in a foreign land has changed us and made us re-understand life." Chen Ying said.

"Tired, aren't you?" He asked.

"A little."

"I'll send you there." As he spoke, he walked over to the bed and lifted her up from the edge of the bed with both hands, "Hold my neck tight so that you don't fall." He pushed open the window with one hand, carefully carried her over to the balcony, opened the oncoming curtains with her disposable slippers, and gently placed her on the bed in the light. He closed the floor-to-ceiling window by the balcony, returned to her, and covered her with his coat. Her hair was scattered across the snow-white mattress, shining seductively like a soft silk cloth. He couldn't help but stick out his fingers, picked up a few strands of hair blocking her forehead, and looked at her seriously. She quickly tucked her head under the covered coat, revealing only a pair of eyes. The wind was still blowing outside the window, creating a piccolo-like song as it passed through the cracks. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed and listened, as motionless as a stone statue. She could clearly hear the breathing of two men.

"I'm back, good night." He said before leaving.

"Good night."

She heard him close the window, and the tall and lanky figure disappeared from the balcony. It wasn't until there was a second sound of the window closing next door that she quietly got up and tightly covered it with the thick nylon curtains on both sides. She turned on her computer, connected to the Internet, and began to check her email. She mechanically performs a complete set of movements without any interruption.