"Jingle bell—" The shrill sound of the alarm clock pierced the stagnant air for a moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

“！” Awakened from my dream, I suddenly opened my eyes and sat up.

Cold sweat slid down the corners of his forehead.

I sat on the soft mattress, my head bowed and breathing rapidly, my hair on my shoulders slightly wet with sweat and sticking to my neck. The room was darkened with curtains drawn, and my body was shrouded in faint shadow.

Is it another nightmare......

Slightly frustrated, I tucked my hair behind my ears, staring at the white sheets in a daze, as if whispers echoed in my ears.

"Jingle bell—" The alarm clock still rang harshly, causing a stirring of thoughts.

Turning my head blankly, I picked up a cylindrical red alarm clock at the head of the bed, my warm fingertips touched the cold alarm clock, I frowned and looked at the clock face, the black hour hand pointed to the number "7", the minute hand pointed to the number "12", and the yellow second hand turned gently, one second, one second, beating.

Time is always a faithful recorder.

Silently turning off the alarm clock, instantly curbing the cacophony of noise, I put the alarm clock back in place, and my eyes fell on a teddy bear placed next to the bedside lamp. It was a dark brown teddy bear wearing a red hat and a cute knitted crop top, holding a red peach heart, and its round eyes looked at me as if they were smiling at me.

Next to the teddy bear is a folded card.

I leaned closer, picked up the card, and flipped it open.

The black pen ink is stamped on the snow-white card, and the handwriting is strong and powerful.

[Dear Vera, Happy 22nd Birthday!] 】

Inscribed.

【Sid】

I looked at the payment intently.

Sid......

I stared at the greeting card in silence, and the traces left by each stroke on the paper were so familiar.

At the bottom of my heart, it seems that there is an ancient music box, slowly turning.

The voice is soft, yet profound.

My fingers brushed the slightly rough card surface, and the black handwriting had dried.

Touchable, so real......

I raised my eyes and looked silently at the tightly drawn curtains, the beige curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gently blowing the hem by the wind, and the light that was uncertain and uncertain, brushing the soft fabric and shining slightly on the side of the bed.

Wordlessly putting down the card, I lifted the sheet and found that I was wearing a set of pajamas, with some brown bears embroidered on the white background, the soft fabric rubbed against the skin, and the pajamas had a bit of the smell of air-dried sachets, faintly lingering around me, as if the nervous heart was slowly relaxed, I took a deep breath and felt some long-lost warmth.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked around at the small space.

A small single bed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, two bedside tables, a desk and a standing bookcase on the left side of the room, there are not many books on the bookcase, and some miscellaneous items are placed on the bookcase. Facing the bed was a large wardrobe, next to the wardrobe stood a dresser, a round mirror, there were not many cosmetics on the countertop, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at myself in the mirror with my face sideways.

The brown hair is a little messy, with a slight dark circles, and the face is a little pale.

The mirror never speaks, but it also doesn't lie......

After a few seconds of silence, I lowered my head, put on a pair of white wool slippers beside the bed, stepped silently on the cold wooden floor, like a lifeless marionette, and walked towards the door.

Do you believe in predestined?

No matter how many times I do it all over again, no matter how many times I reincarnate, I will still find you......

Such persistence.

"Click."

Holding the cold doorknob, I gently pulled the white door open.

I shivered lightly at the touch of cold air on my cheeks, clasped my elbows around my hands, and silently stepped across the dark wooden floor, and I found a small living room outside the room. The small LCD TV is fixed on the beige wallpaper, the light-colored carpet, a few small brown pillows are placed on the white sofa, behind the sofa is a small window sill with flower pots, the sunflowers are budding against the white window lattice, and the light brushes through the crystalline glass, illuminating the small living room.

Stepping over the junction of the wooden floor and carpet, I looked up at the small chandelier on the ceiling of the living room, the transparent lampholder, which was still spotless even when hung high.

What a familiar feeling......

It's as if I've been to this place before......

Every detail, the books stacked neatly on the desk, the ticking little wall clock, the toy dog lying on the sofa...... It's all like I've seen it somewhere, and it's placed in the same place, and it's also a little warm and familiar, I frowned slightly, but I can't remember where this familiarity came from.

Some slight noises came from the kitchenette next to the living room, attracting my attention.

Slowing down, I followed the sound with my elbows folded.

"Kala." It sounds like the sound of porcelain plates gently colliding.

"Ding." The sound of the microwave oven.

Skirting the half-human-tall sculptural arrangement, I walked slowly to a small dining room. A light brown square table, a few wooden chairs around the square table, and a calendar hanging on the wall of the dining room, turning a new page. A small dining room connected to the kitchen, with its square windows letting in the early morning light, approached, smelling some ripe malt in the air, and I stopped and stood at the small dining table.

I saw a man standing in the kitchen.

He was standing in the kitchen with his back to me, busy with his head down.

He expertly pulled some heated sandwiches out of the microwave, and the bread maker checked a few slices of toast. He turned around and opened the refrigerator in the kitchen, took out some vegetables and a small jar of salad, washed the tomatoes and spinach, put them on the cutting board, and cut them with a knife without hurry.

"Click. Click. "The knife rhythmically cuts through the fruit and vegetables and lands on the cutting board.

I looked at the familiar back, he was standing in front of the window, light gray coat, black jeans, the sun brushed the man's shoulders, staining him with a faint halo, his golden hair was tinged with a soft sheen, he turned to put the cut vegetables into a small washed plate on the kitchen counter on the left, and I could see his side face for a moment.

His side face was well-defined, his dark blue eyes, the lines of the bridge of his nose, the curvature of his lips, and my gaze followed the light that fell on his face, little by little, little by little, imprinted his appearance into my mind......

I looked at him with some distraction.

At that moment, something sleeping in my heart seemed to be awakened.

Quietly.

He lowered his head slightly, picked up a plate of toast and chopped fruits and vegetables, and turned his head to meet my gaze.

I was breathless.

He looked young, no more than twenty-five or sixteen.

"Little lazy cat, awake?" He smiled indulgently and placed the two plates in his hand on the table.

The affectionate salutation made my cheeks hot.

Look away for a moment, but don't know how to face it.

In my ears, the sound of his steady footsteps gradually approached, and the next moment, smelling the faint mint smell on his body, I looked up, only to find that he had already approached me. Taking off his light gray coat, he quietly draped his coat with body temperature over my pajamas.

"The air is cool in the morning, so next time remember to put on a jacket and get up again."

I looked up into his dark blue eyes and opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you sleep late when you're off today?" He rubbed my hair and smiled.

“…… Where is this? I asked cautiously.

He tilted his head slightly, as if I had asked a strange question.

"Uh, I mean ......"

"Little lazy cat, this is your home, yesterday was your birthday, it was very late, I guessed that you couldn't get up this morning, I came over to help you prepare breakfast." The boy said, helping me pull the coat over my body.

Birthday......

Thinking of the teddy bear and the card at the head of the bed, I nodded slightly.

"Do you like it?" He asked softly.

"What?"

"My gift to you."

“…… You mean that teddy bear? ”

"There's a card, to be exact." His eyes were full of tenderness.

I looked into his deep eyes and froze for a moment.

Don't......

"You, you are ......"

He frowned slightly, looking at me with some confusion in his eyes.

"Sid?" I asked tentatively.

The boy smiled knowingly.

"Little fool, who else could I be?"