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In order to ease Nono's mood, I smiled and said to her:

"Nono, tell me a story."

Nono tilted his head and thought for a while and said:

"Alright then, Nuno will tell my brother a story, but don't be afraid!"

I laughed right away, I didn't know I could be scared when I heard a story.

Before I could speak, Nono put on a serious expression and began her story in a strange tone:

"I'm a very quiet person, but at the same time, I'm also busy."

Her tone was strange, as if she was telling her own story.

"My profession dictates that I can't work 9 to 5 hours. When you are free, you are very idle, and when you are busy, you can only count the time to catch the last train.

At the end of each year, it's the busiest time of the year. During this time, I will be very used to walking at night.

Before going home, I would pass by a free market, and the noise of the night was gone, but the rustle of the wind and the rustling of the leaves and the click of my shoe spikes on the ground stood out in the silence of the night.

This happened on the twenty-ninth day of the year before.

That day, it happened that I was working on the job at hand, and I had a clear idea. I walked in a relaxed mood at night. Suddenly remembered that I hadn't had a chance to dance for a long time, so I subconsciously slid out a cha cha step, one slow and three fast.

Then, my heart jerked.

Because I heard the sound of shoe spikes knocking, it was still the rhythm of walking with a calm gait. I stopped and listened, and there was no other movement, only the rustle of the leaves on the ground as the wind blew.

Must be too tired. I wiped my face with my hand and walked on.

The first time I mentally calculated the sound of shoe spikes hitting the ground, it was normal. With a flash of thought, he turned a foxtrot violently, and the sound of shoe spikes was immediately messed up, like a person who had no time to react, and he was at a loss.

Someone! I jerked my head back.

There was no one, and under the lonely street lamp was my lonely shadow, and in this strange night, I also seemed a little cringe.

Philistines disturb themselves.

I comforted myself with a pale face, so I trotted home calmly.

"You don't look good." He said to me.

"Probably too tired."

"Don't push yourself too hard, take a break when you're tired." He put the coffee cup down and came over to massage my shoulder.

I half-closed my eyes and enjoyed his service.

"Have you ever felt that the sound of footsteps doesn't match the rhythm of your walking...... "I turned the pen in my hand, trying to find a way to describe it appropriately." It's like the sound of another person walking. ”

"Nope."

"Forget it, maybe I'm really too tired." I sighed.

At night, I was walking alone in the free market. I reached into my bag with one hand, took the anti-pervert spray, and hummed a song back to myself.

There is no cha-cha, no foxtrot, no waltz, and I am careful not to give myself a chance to scare myself with every step.

It was a moonlit night with few stars, almost no wind, and every dark place where the two street lamps overlapped was smeared with a silver phantom, which looked gentle and affectionate. As I walked, I inhaled the cool air of the midnight and gradually relaxed my whole body and mind.

The sound of the shoe spikes knocking out is crisp and pleasant, and it melts into a beat with my footsteps, which seems to be very tacit. Secretly laughing at my suspicions, I walked easily and happily.

The sound of footsteps seems to infect my good mood, becoming brisk, frivolous, and hurried?

Yes, it was in a hurry, and when I suddenly woke up, I realized that I was trotting, why should I run? I seemed to unconsciously follow the rhythm of the footsteps, walking faster and faster.

Why should I run? Why run? Why run???

Stopped, my breath suffocated, my footsteps made an extra beat, and I was sure I heard it very clearly, and I was very awake to find that my footsteps were a beat more, and it seemed to be swinging in the night, echoing incessantly.

When I turned around, the wind was clear, there was nothing, not even the wind......

"You don't look good."

"Maybe it's too tired."

"It's even uglier than yesterday, you see, the circles under my eyes are sunken." He walked over and touched my eyebrow bone with his fingertips, which I flashed silently, and he withdrew his hand in a curt. In fact, I secretly rejoiced in my heart, I liked the dignified way he was in love, and I liked the little anger behind his embarrassment.

"I asked Aunt Mei, and she said that when you encounter this kind of thing, you must not look back."

"Which Aunt Mei? Your crooked relative? The old lady who has been reciting the Buddha for half a century? ”

"Hmm."

"What can't you look back at? Buddhism also teaches us to turn back. I chuckled, remembering the prudence with which he had introduced me to the whole family, and the thin but tough old lady who always had a string of Buddhist beads in her hand.

"I told her about you, cough ......," he cleared his throat with a shy mouth, "just what you said about your footsteps that don't match your footsteps." ”

"What did she say?" My heart warmed and I asked him eagerly.

"She told you not to look back."

"Didn't you say why?"

"I didn't say it." I frowned in disappointment.

"Ruining, listen to me, don't be an accountant, it's no morning or night, life is not regular, my money is enough ......" He seemed to have made up his mind, took my hand and said in one breath.

I gestured at him to stop and bowed down to continue my work.

I remember that when I came here to do the bookkeeper, it was my self-reliant personality that attracted this rather solid owner. Once the relationship is confirmed, he wants me to erase all my personality and only be the incompetent little woman behind him. I was very displeased.

"I'm just worried about you, I didn't sleep well last night." He explained as he tied a Chinese knot around my wrist. It was a strangely braided Chinese knot, with a twist in the middle. It's a very dazzling red.

"What is this?"

"It's a soul knot. When I was a child, I studied a ring that resembles what is internationally known as the Mebitz. It is cut from the middle of the knot, not as a loop, but as a complete circle that is not distorted. It's kind of like two sides of the same body and soul. "The knot was put around my wrist and two cat's eye pendants hung down. His fingers lingered on my wrist for a few more moments, and I didn't dodge.

"This is what Aunt Mei gave me to ward off evil spirits, and now I give it to you." I smiled at him gently, not only thanking him for his meticulous attention to me.

I felt that the knot on my hand was more like the red thread of the old moon, which wrapped me tightly.

But I still enjoy the unique reserve of a woman in love, and in his somewhat frustrated eyes, he withdraws his hand without a trace.

He proposed to me, and I said I would consider it, but I didn't give him an answer. ”