Tick, tick, tick......

The ticking sound sounded for a long time, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the white walls, white sheets, white curtains, a white world, my heart was confused, "Where is this?" Who am I? The question echoed in my mind, but there was no answer.

Walking to the mirror in the bathroom, looking at the thin and white young man in the mirror, with sickly white skin, he didn't have any impression, turned on the faucet, rubbed his face a few times with cold water, and raised his head again to look at the unfamiliar faces in the mirror, and his heart became more and more confused.

On a summer day, the cheerful chirping of cicadas fills every tree-lined street corner. It was probably so hot that even people in the shade of the trees hid in the house and refused to come out. The whole street was empty, except for the sick young man walking alone. Every scene on the street is so familiar and strange in my heart.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing with it the rustle of leaves. Under a locust tree that is enough for two people to hug together, a big yellow dog sticks its belly to the ground, squinting slightly and lazily, as if enjoying the lazy refreshment. But as the young man passed by the treeside street step by step, the yellow dog stood up secretly, bowed his head and tail between his legs, and crept away in the opposite direction.

For this scene, the young man just glanced at it obliquely, and did not pay attention to it. Just aimlessly moving forward, step by step. A convenience store at the corner of the street was the only one still open on the street, and he slowly walked into the convenience store, greeted by a bright and warm smile that did not lose to this hot summer.

The clerk is a woman, and her appearance is only that of a middle-aged person, but the smile on her face has a very sunny and warm taste. I heard the woman say crisply: "Hello sir, what do you need?" ”

"A pack of cigarettes, thank you." The man fumbled in his pocket, and there were several hundred-dollar bills in it, and he handed them over without counting them. Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, his speech was a little slurred and his voice was a little hoarse.

Although he was articulate, she still tried very hard to identify that he wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, the girl seemed to be a very understanding girl, and did not ask much, just handed over a pack of mid-range cigarettes, smiled and said: "I don't need so much, the rest of these are back to you!" With that, she handed back the change she had found, along with the few hundred-dollar bills that had not been used.

He took the money, opened the cigarette case casually, took out one and found that something was missing, and said with some embarrassment: "Can I borrow a fire?" ”

The girl didn't seem to be the slightest impatient with this obviously confused person, smiled and took out a very cute lighter from the middle pocket of the clerk's uniform, and said with a smile: "Then, I'll send you!" However, smoking is not allowed! He stretched out his hand and pointed outward, and his eyes moved in that direction.

The man took the lighter from the girl, said thank you, walked out of the convenience store, lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. The view of the street was a bit boring at the moment, and he looked at it a few times but found it boring, so he turned around and looked through the glass from time to time at the girl who was actually quite good-looking when she smiled.

The girl seemed to feel his gaze too, and smiled politely at him, but when she saw that he was always looking at herself, she bowed her head a little shyly......

Every afternoon, the man would come here to buy a pack of cigarettes, then go outside the store, light one with the lighter she gave him, and the man would stand not far away, looking at the girl through the glass. It's just that he doesn't say anything to the girl every time, just buys cigarettes, and leaves silently after smoking one at the door. Occasionally, when there are other customers in the store, some people will jokingly say to the girl, "Look, the young man at the door is watching you!" Does he like you? ”

At this time, the girl will also reply shyly: "He is here to buy cigarettes, and he will leave when he finishes smoking." ”

Finally, one day, when the girl saw that he had come to buy cigarettes again, she persuaded, "You, you have to smoke a pack of cigarettes every day?" Smoke less, it's not good for your health! ”

The young man just let out a soft "oh", but the next day, he would still come back very punctually. If this is the case a few times, the girl will no longer persuade him, but when he buys cigarettes, she will hand him a throat lozenge and say, "Smoking often is not good for your throat!" The young man just nodded, and put the candy in his jacket pocket with great care.

Summer went to autumn, and finally one day, the young man carried a large box of money and gently put it opposite the girl, and said in a somewhat wooden way: "I like you, can you marry me?" ”

The girl looked at a large box full of money and couldn't help but be a little stunned, but then she resumed her signature smile and said, "Carrying a big box of money to propose!" You're corny! ”

The young man scratched his head a little in the face of this answer, which he didn't know whether he agreed or not, but he couldn't figure it out, so he didn't want to, he handed over a piece of money and said, "A pack of cigarettes, thank you." Then he stood in front of the shop, as usual, smoking and watching the girl. Only this time, the girl did not avoid his gaze, she put her hand on her cheek and looked back at him with a smile. The next day, when the young man returned, there was an extra insulated lunch box on the table.

"It's stewed lung soup, remember to drink it while it's hot, and remember to return the lunch box to me tomorrow!" The girl instructed carefully.

This time, he didn't have an "oh" but just hugged the girl tightly into his arms and said, "Marry me!" ”

The girl was stunned by this scene, she broke out of his embrace, beat him dissatisfiedly, and said, "What are you doing, you won't sell your cigarettes in the future!" After saying that, the girl felt regretful, this somewhat stupid guy wouldn't be sad, would he? So he softened his tone and said: "Don't use force in the future, if there is anything else, I will marry you, I don't know you yet." I can promise you to be my boyfriend first, and then talk about getting married later! ”

The young man seemed happy to hear this answer, grinning, as if he wanted to make a happy expression, but it seemed a little difficult for him, whose face was a little stiff. That day, he still bought a pack of cigarettes, only this time, the girl accompanied him out of the store.

"Where are you from?" The girl asked curiously.

"I don't know." The young man replied simply and simply.

"Huh? So what do you do? The girl asked again.

"I don't know."

"Are you amnesia?"

"Hmm!"

“……”

Autumn went to winter, and the girl had a little love for this stupid guy. Although he was very intimate, he was very attentive, and as long as the two of them were together, his eyes would not take off her for a moment. She knew she wasn't a pretty girl, and it was nice to be so close to him. That sick guy is actually a good-looking boy after a simple cleanup. With a slender figure, slender fingers, and thin cheeks, it's like a top-quality clothes rack.

The girl bought him a lot of clothes very carefully, and when she wore each one on him, she would give a big praise to her eyes for picking clothes. She said that he has the potential to be a star, and as long as he cleans up well, he will definitely not lose to any long-legged Oba. So when it comes to dressing him up, she spares no effort. In the end, except for his hair, which was still unsatisfactory, he met the "handsome standard" in her eyes in other aspects.

On this day, she finally made up her mind to go to his house to get his hair done, and when she opened his door, she was surprised to find that his room was neatly stacked with dense cigarette boxes, and she counted them carefully, a full hundred and eighty-seven boxes. It's just that when her fingertips fiddle with the cigarette case, she feels as if the cigarette case is not empty, and when she opens it, it turns out that the pack of cigarettes is only missing one. Her heart suddenly panicked, and she hurriedly opened the next pack, but it was still only one missing! She opened and counted the packets one by one, her mind was in chaos, but the cigarette cases that she opened were all smoked without exception!

One hundred and eighty-seven days, one hundred and eighty-seven packs of cigarettes, each pack is my thoughts of you!