"Two of you, it's twelve o'clock now, our store is closing, I'm really sorry, welcome you two to come again next time." The waiter bent down and respectfully explained to us.

Time passed too quickly, I confided in Li Feifei all night, although we did not find any truth or a way out, but my mood was much better than before, after all, it is easier to share than to bear alone.

"Senior brother, I'm going home. You should go back sooner, maybe the problem is not as bad as you think. Maybe you'll be back to normal tomorrow. "At twelve o'clock at night, the entrance of the café still looks bright under the lights of the building and the street lamps. Li Feifei was going to say goodbye to me, and although she said that she believed everything I said, I knew in my heart that she would not be able to perceive my situation no matter what. In her eyes, it was just an ordinary evening, just a bizarre story told to her by a colleague she didn't know very well. Yes, it seemed to her that it was just a story.

"You won't remember that tomorrow, and I don't know if I'll see you tomorrow." I tried to keep her.

"Sure, you can continue to tell me your story tomorrow."

"I hope so."

"By the way, senior brother, let me tell you a little secret of mine, so that when you explain it to me again, I will quickly believe you."

"What's the little secret?" I asked curiously.

"You just said that I was a little fat man when I was in elementary school, and others gave me a nickname called Baozi. Hahaha. ”

"But you're not fat now, how heavy do you weigh?"

"I'm only 98 pounds now, and I'll definitely believe you if you tell me this, because I've never mentioned this to anyone since I came to City C, and it's my little secret." Li Feifei looked a little innocent and cute, and her innocent smile comforted my uneasy heart a lot.

"Senior brother, then I'll go home first. See you tomorrow! Li Feifei waved at me, and then got into the taxi, I nodded, and watched her leave.

The late night in City C is not noisy but not quiet, and the whole city is filled with the smell of desire. The road is brightly lit, and from time to time you can meet a few brightly dressed girls walking in groups of three or five in the city at night; Some are couples or several men and women. In addition to being tired, the night can also make people's adrenaline rush, and the orange light can not only illuminate but also make the woman walking under the light look seductive.

I sat on a bench in front of the green belt of the road, and the lights were scattered around me, and even the shadows became indistinguishable. I looked at the people and cars passing by in a daze, thinking back on the strange experience of the past 20 days, hoping to find some clues. After this night's talking, my heart is much better now, but I am still so overwhelmed by anxiety that I dare not look at the present time, let alone imagine tomorrow.

Some of the people on the road laughed, some were silent, some would turn their heads to look at me, and some would look intently at their phones.

Suddenly, my thoughts were shattered by a figure beside me. I turned my head, and a girl in a long floral dress, long hair shawl, and a small bag on her shoulder came to me, and sat down at the other end of the bench without saying a word. I looked around, and it seemed that it was indeed the only bench in the neighborhood, probably because there was a small business district square behind it.

The girl leaned on the other end of the bench and looked ahead without saying a word, as if she was also in a daze. I looked closely, and her face was a little numb, her eyes were blank, and there were some wet marks at the corners of her eyes, as if she had just cried.

I slowly leaned over, "What's wrong with you?" I asked her.

She turned her head to look at me, looking a little wary, and didn't answer me.

"You seem like you just cried, what's wrong with you?" I asked her again, trying to put on a friendly appearance, and I thought I might have found a companion.

"It's nothing, it's just a breakup, it's a little uncomfortable." She whispered to me.

"If you don't come home so late, the family will be worried."

"I'm just a little uncomfortable and want to be alone." With that, she got up and wanted to walk away, perhaps a little scared of me.

"You've been drinking?" I took her hand, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on her.

"Let go of me!" She suddenly became a little anxious, and shook her hand. This throw was so good that it knocked her out and almost fell to the ground.

I immediately stood up and grabbed her, and she turned her head to look at me, her eyes a little misty. When I saw that she was not doing well, I helped her to sit down again.

Probably due to the effects of alcohol, she seemed to let her guard down on me, leaned on my shoulder, closed her eyes, and seemed sleepy.

I was a little overwhelmed by her and I tried to wake her up.

"Where do you live? Shall I send you home? I asked her.

"Where do you live? Shall I send you back? Seeing that she was not responding, I raised my voice and continued to ask her.

"I'm not going back, I'm uncomfortable, I want to sleep." She answered me in a daze, and then seemed to fall asleep again.

I looked around, I didn't know how she suddenly appeared, I saw the beautiful satchel she was carrying on her shoulder, and secretly took it.

Her phone has no password, and the screen is an intimate selfie of her with her boyfriend, and you can imagine how painful she is. I looked at the time, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and it was the first time I was sure that I was able to stay awake at such a late hour.

I pulled out my cell phone, dialed myself from hers, and wrote down her number. Then I opened the address book on her phone, hoping to find her family's phone number, but I couldn't find it. Her call history seems to have been deleted by her, and WeChat is not even logged in, it seems that she wants to forget her past, probably because of the reason for falling out of love.

I put her phone back in her satchel, carefully closed it, and put it back next to her. And just like that, I leaned quietly on the bench, and she leaned quietly on my shoulder, her long smooth hair touching my arm. I don't know her name, but I know that she may be as painful and uneasy as I am now.

We snuggled up to each other and comforted each other during this long night, even though she didn't know my bizarre story and I didn't know what happened to her. In this world, only alcohol and sleep may be able to make people forget their troubles and achieve peace.

I raised my head and looked at the sky above me, and under the interference of the busy lights in the city center, I could only see a few scattered stars in the sky, and the curved moon was on the other side of the sky, quietly watching us. The street lights gradually dimmed, there were fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and the night became darker.

My eyes gradually became foggy, and my sleepiness became thicker, and my eyes could barely be opened.

In my confusion, I remembered the poem: "There is nothing in the night, why give me comfort." ”

Gradually, I lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep of the night.

I don't know what's next.