There was a double mattress in the room, but the quilt was only the one he had brought with him when he left school. No one expected the current situation, they had just disposed of their roommate's futon half an hour earlier. Fortunately, it was the height of summer, and it was not cold in the house, so he could barely survive the night with his winter coat. They excused each other, and they both wanted to give up the quilt to each other.

"You cover the quilt, and I'll put on your clothes." Chen Ying came to a conclusion.

"Then let's see which dress fits." He led her through the closet, "You'll have to find thick clothes for the winter, or you might catch a cold." ”

"It's good." She pulled out a silver-gray down jacket that he had worn the fourth time he saw her.

"Are you okay?" He dressed her, closed the closet door and walked around in the mirror. He hugged her from behind, and she had nowhere to run but his arms.

"Got you." He said. His head was lowered to parallel to hers, and his cheek rubbed against the side of her face. Her head rested on his shoulder, motionless. They stood sculpturally like this for a long time, and time stood still.

"If you don't want to, I won't force it." He let go of his arm, releasing her from his breath. His thick coat was still on her, and she was sweating all over her head.

"I believe in you." She said.

They helped each other pull out two single sheets, lay them out on the old mattresses, and together they tore off the quilts, shook them fluffy, and folded them again. He took out the cushion he had used in his dorm room and placed it next to his pillow. With some time left to go to bed, he turned on the desktop computer he had managed to move over and showed her the popular game. She watched as he expertly stacked plants, repelling the incoming zombies, and getting new plants every time he beat a level. She was fascinated and eager to try. He gave her a place and stood by and watched her play. This kind of game with squares piqued her usual interest in perfection, and she always stacked the plants in the grid into geometric symmetrical patterns. He felt helpless about her obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After eleven o'clock, plus the housework in the evening, both of them were sleepy. They brushed their teeth briefly, turned off the lights, and lay down together on the mattresses they had just made. However, leaning on Qin Hong's pillow, Chen Ying couldn't sleep a little. The smell of him was all around, and it always reminded her of something from the past. Although she couldn't see him, she knew that he didn't sleep either. His breathing was as even and forceful as usual. She tried not to talk to him, lest the conversation would take them further and further away from sleep. She recognized the bed, and the soft mattress was very different from the hard bed board in her dormitory. She tossed and turned to find a suitable position to fall asleep quickly, trying not to disturb him.

"Uncomfortable?" He asked, blindfolding, reaching out and grabbing her arm.

"It's a little unaccustomed." She withdrew her hand and covered it with her clothes. He turned and hugged her, burying his head in her long, still damp hair. This is usually her favorite hugging position.

"Go to bed early." He yawned. The heat blew through her ears. She caressed his large hand, sliding it from her shoulders to her lower abdomen.

He was really tired, and there was a loud snoring sound after a rollover. She cowered on her side like a cat, trying not to touch his body. The curtains were closed, no light was letting in, and her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and could see the outlines of the furniture around her. To save money, they lived in the smaller of the cramped two-bedroom apartments, which had nothing but a double bed and a small desk, and the wardrobe was all in the foyer hallway.

After staying up for a while, the drowsiness subsided. She sat up and walked to the toilet on tiptoe. At the end of the light cord in the foyer hangs a large toilet paper roll, probably because I am afraid that I will not be able to find the switch in the dark. She didn't turn on the light, and after using the toilet, she buckled the toilet lid that was being filled with water and closed the toilet door. She sat down on a plastic stool in the foyer and turned on her phone to read the news. She couldn't connect to the campus network outside of school, and she couldn't see the message on BBS.

After a while, she started checking the weather forecast in Denmark and the letters in her email. It's a habit when she's nervous, and double-checking this information relaxes her. They live in the middle of a twenty-three-story building, where they can't hear the sound of grass insects, and they can see the light on the nearby road when they lift the curtains. The bus stopped running, and there was no one at the stop sign. Only taxis that stay up late and work overtime occasionally pass by. It's a night in the so-called modern big city, and the occasional wind with the smell of gasoline blows into the house. Chen Ying vaguely remembers coming here when she was a child, and the school organized them to visit a museum that had just been completed. It seemed to be the same time, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and rotting garbage. At that time, it was still full of low-rise simple houses, and the open land was overgrown with wild grass.

Looking at the luggage he threw everywhere in the darkness and the debris that he hadn't had time to clear, she thought that in two days she would fly to the other side of Eurasia alone with a large suitcase commonly known as "158". She would struggle to lug her heavy luggage, letting the wheels under the case stumble on the gravel road. She longed for the scenery mentioned in the books, and worried about his life here alone. After he moved out, she brought all the food from school, and the leftovers were put in plastic bags and stored in the refrigerator.

Xiaobai has been handed over to Liang Jing, and she is completely relieved of this.

The International Exchange Center has already booked a ticket for her. She will go on the same plane as Wang Yi. Wang Yi flew to Berlin, and she would transfer to Copenhagen. The two countries are so close that they only fly for half an hour after a transfer. She had no previous experience abroad or flown more than a dozen hours on a plane, and she thought about her experience of taking classes with American students this semester and felt worried about her future.

She remembered that she hadn't given herself a nice English name yet. This incident had bothered her in English class. The exchange students joked about her forced impromptu name, as if they were laughing at her accent. Later, she read a few name dictionaries, but she still had no clue. The origin of those names has nothing to do with the history and culture that raised her, and a person's name may not be important except for the family name to see the nationality of the family. Everyone may get a name by chance, and apart from the obscure meaning, it is only used as a code name to distinguish individuals. Those who can't pronounce her name correctly should be ashamed of themselves, and she doesn't need to pander to anyone.

She thought about it like this for a while, and gradually became tired. Qin Hong was already asleep and was occupying most of the mattress area. She took off her shoes and climbed up from the head of the bed, retracting into the remaining space. His face was blurry, but she still found his snort from memory and kissed the soft lips. She was reluctant to wake him up and let him go back to his side. So she sat with her back against the wall, holding back her sleepiness, waiting for the dawn to shine through the cracks in the curtains.

In the early morning, she was awakened by the vibrating mobile phone in her arms, and he was still wandering in his sleep. She went to the bathroom to wash her face, went downstairs and bought two pancakes at a nearby breakfast stall and came back, eating one for herself and hanging one at the head of the bed. She touched his fingertips lightly, observing the changes he made in response to these subtle movements. He pulled the quilt over his body and continued to fall asleep.

"Goodbye." She thought about tidying up her clothes, picking up her school bag, and carefully hitting the spring lock at the door.