The whole world is surprisingly quiet, the bedroom curtains are not drawn, and you can see the bright moonlight and bright stars through the windows.

Song Qingchun stared out the window for half a minute, closed his eyes again, and before he could fall asleep, he heard the voice of half asleep again: "Tingting!" Tingting! Tingting! ”

This time he shouted three times in a row, once the voice was louder than the other, and the tone was more miserable than the first, so that Song Qingchun's heart was pinched.

As the last sound settled, she heard a screeching sound similar to that of a coffee table rubbing against the floor outside the bedroom door.

Song Qingchun was completely awake, and she sat up from the bed suddenly.

It turned out that the two "Tingting" she heard at the beginning were not dreaming, but shouted by Su Zhinian, who was sleeping in the living room.

His voice sounded muffled, as if he had been through some painful struggle......

Song Qingchun thought of this, suddenly lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, didn't even have time to put on shoes, opened the bedroom door and rushed out barefoot, she ran a few steps before stopping.

In the living room, only a floor lamp in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was lit, illuminating a small patch of white.

Su Zhinian sat on the sofa, holding the futon's hand, with extra force, the quilt wrinkled, as if he didn't notice her coming out, his expression was a little sloppy staring at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, his breathing was short and chaotic.

His face was very pale, and there were still several drops of sweat on the side of his face facing her, which slowly flowed down, and a few clear water marks snaked on his face.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian like this for a long time before he raised his foot again, and his pace was not as rapid as just now, it was very gentle.

As she approached, Su Zhinian was startled, the man slowly turned his head, and the eyes that touched her cheek were still a little panicked, but he was quickly covered by the cold chill, he coughed lightly, and his tone of voice was a little apologetic: "Woke you up?" ”

It wasn't a wake-up either, and she hadn't slept much herself.

Song Qingchun shook his head and replied to the question: "Are you okay?" ”

Su Zhinian said "um" and turned his head, although he tried his best to look calm, Song Qingchun still noticed that his back was a little tight.

She stood there for a moment, then walked to the small water bar at the door, opened the refrigerator below, took a bottle of chilled water, walked back to Su Zhinian, and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Su Zhinian's voice was very light, his eyelids drooped, he never looked at her, unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, drank a sip of water, and then put the bottle on the coffee table, got off the sofa, and walked into the bathroom.

Su Zhinian locked the door of the bathroom, lay down in front of the washbasin, stared at himself in the mirror, took several big breaths, and his undulating chest slowly calmed down.

He dreamed again, dreamed of her, turned his back to him and walked forward, he chased her with all his might, but he couldn't catch up, he had no choice but to shout at her desperately, but even if he shouted through his throat, her head never returned.

He couldn't remember how many times he had woken up in the middle of the night shouting her name like this.

Every time he woke up, he felt like he was seriously ill, and he collapsed and weakened.