Wang Yi didn't say anything more. He reached over and pulled up the porthole panel to look out. After four or five hours, they were still bright outside the window, as if they were experiencing a polar day. And where you can really see the polar day, the sun never sets, and it is a holy place of light. Chen Ying didn't think about how to calculate time if she lived there. Perhaps, time is simply a separator of human life.

She tilted her head to watch him hit Zuma, dazzled by the flashing balls. He was not good at this game, and after a while, he was blocked by more and more balls. She couldn't help but laugh as she looked at him slightly annoyed by the failure of the game.

"Show me your book." He finally gave up on his intention to clear the level and reached out to her.

She didn't know if he really liked it, but he read it slowly, slowly, as if trying to imprint the sentences in his mind. She didn't want to explain to him that she liked to work part-time because she was influenced by this book, and she didn't want him to realize that the reason for the book she was carrying was recommended to her by Qin Hong. At first she acted like a caretaker, fearing that his carelessness would ruin her most precious book. Later, when I saw him so serious, I gradually relaxed and took his book and looked at it.

She tried to find the "Warmth of Returning" that she had read in her previous extracurricular readings, but she didn't collect it in the book. So she had to read other poems casually, some of which she had heard of and some of which she had never met.

I don't know how long I watched it, until the biological clock woke up the sleep cells, Chen Ying felt that the upper and lower eyelids began to fight. The cabin walls were so cold and hard that she couldn't sleep. She kept changing her sleeping position, putting the back of her chair as flat as possible, trying to sleep comfortably.

"Sleep on my shoulder." Wang Yi hugged her over. He was much taller than Qin Hong, and her head was just resting on his chest. Her face turned red instantly.

"No, it's okay." She struggled, "I'm in a good position." ”

"Don't be stupid, I don't sleep anyway. You sleep against me first. He grabbed her arm and held her in his arms. At his insistence, she gave up resistance. Even though it was the height of summer, the temperature in the cabin of the aircraft had been very low since the ascent into the stratosphere. Chen Ying only brought a light jacket before getting on the plane, and only wore short-sleeved shorts all over her body, so if she fell asleep at this time, she would inevitably feel a little chilly. Wang Yi was probably aware of this, and he used his other hand to lay a blanket for her. She felt that this feeling was very familiar, as if she had experienced it somewhere, but she could not remember anything.

The entire cabin seemed to go into a state of lethargy. Chen Ying didn't know how long she had been asleep, until the numbness of her calves woke her up with convulsions. Wang Yi had already closed the computer screen, was tilting his head and falling into a drowsiness, his hands still in the same position as before, hugging her shoulders tightly. She gently removed the blanket from her body and draped it over his bare knee. He didn't notice any of this, still asleep, the Adam's apple on his neck fluttering gently with his breathing.

Chen Ying had never observed him so closely, from his fair arms to his manicured nails. He still clutched her book in his hand, dangling from the edge of his chair. She reached for the book. He reflexively sniffled, subconsciously raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and then opened his eyes to look at her. She noticed that his eyes were full of red threads, and he looked very tired.

"When you're tired, sleep and leave me alone." She said pityingly.

"I don't sleep." He said vaguely, "Are you going to the bathroom?" ”

"No, you don't."

He tried his best to prop up his body, trying to sit more upright. He noticed the blanket on his body, turned his face sideways and asked, "You helped me cover this?" ”

"Hmm." She nodded slightly.

"I'm going to wash my face." He left, staggering towards the end of the aisle. Chen Ying turned on the light and looked at her watch, it was 11:55 Beijing time, and it would be the next day in five minutes.

"Is it still dawn?" He asked when he returned, with tiny droplets of water still dripping from his hair in front of him.

"Yes." She said, glancing at the side of the porthole.