At midnight, the occasional sound of cars breaking through the window clearly passes through the glass, and then travels along thousands of kilometers of fiber-optic cables to the other side of the ocean.

The mobile phones of the two of them were placed on the inside of the wall against the bed at the same time, while their bodies were subconsciously facing out of the window, looking at the night scene of the lights that were a little blurry and dreamy, and the sound behind them was equivalent to another world

If not from time to time the noise of cars passing back and forth from the direction of the wall. Then no one will think that there is a pair of ears far away in the room that can hear every move in the interior of the room.

As for the most tickling, or rather the most annoying breathing sound. It has long been strangled in the nose by the masters.

Lin Zhexun's eyes were rolling wildly, but he didn't dare to make a big move. The phone behind it is connected to the charging cable, and the soft noise from time to time reminds that it is Tokyo that is connected to the back.

It feels a little fantastical, and it's also a little sweet.

In my memory, I have never had such a scene, it seems that there is a person lying behind him, there is a change in the air caused by physical reasons, and I can even feel a certain fold in the sheets caused by the other person lying on the bed.

There was nothing but the person who didn't exist and didn't breathe.

This also made Lin Zhexun's brain still running wildly fast, wanting to escape this "ghost press", but it was not scary, and even a little itchy.

What does all this count? Do you share a bed online?

His brain was frantically draining energy to get answers from the thousands of books he had read.

However, most of them are works on law, philosophy, sociology, and psychology. The number of books on sensuality and love is actually not high.

From Cupid and Psyche, Romeo and Juliet in Western literary works......

No, no, these are not in line with the cultural values of the East. Then let's find an example from the East: Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing's two families seek to be buried together, and Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu's souls are broken......

It's unlucky......

Why do you have some tragic ending in your head? And these are mostly fictional tragic stories?

In this case, let's find something that has a bit of a realistic basis, but the ones that can get by with a little ending are: Duke of Windsor and Simpson who gave up the throne, Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun's Phoenix Qiuhuang, Cleopatra Cleopatra and Caesar Antony, and English poets Browning and Marlet.

The best ending he could think of was the "conscience of France", the love of his old friend Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, who were not married, but were finally buried together.

Is there a good ending? Yes, but there are always great shortcomings in the process, accompanied by the sacrifice of one person and two people: the Duke of Windsor gave up the throne, Sima Xiangru finally abandoned Zhuo Wenjun, who ran to him at night for the official position, and Cleopatra, not to mention, died the most miserable. Browning dragged his ailing and shattered body with Marlet for the rest of his life.

Why does it always feel like there are no perfect endings to emotional stories in the world, or that there are always many, many things to sacrifice?

So everything is a conspiracy! Falsehood! It's all imperfect!

And is it necessary to spend time and effort to get such an imperfect thing?

No, you don't!

So Lin Zhexun used his little brain to come to such a conclusion: love is a deception, everything is just a dream made up by capitalists who sell love books, booksellers and film and television dramas, and people's own spiritual illusions after tea and dinner.

The world has only the coldest matter and the most ardent desires of reality. What a beautiful and pure love, non-existent, non-existent!

Thinking of this, Lin Zhexun raised his mouth, exhaled quietly, and then flipped his body to turn his back to the window. However, it occurred to me that the phone did not seem to be turned off.

Did you make a noise to her?

But if you open your ears carefully to listen, you can only hear the sound of neon cars passing by from time to time. It doesn't sound like it's woken up again.

So do you snore when you sleep at night?

Talking in your dreams or grinding your teeth?

If she is disturbed, will it cause her to be angry and lose sleep?

I shouldn't have agreed to the other party's phone hanging up like this, doesn't this seem like I'm frivolous? After all, the other side is also a girl's boudoir, is this considered eavesdropping on the secret of the boudoir?

I need to look for experience, watch movies, and see how "myself" fell in love before. Is the person on the other end of the phone trying to find a way to ease the relationship? Or rather...... What is being hinted at? Or even say that you are playing ambiguous?

It's a bit of a mess in my head.

......

After a brief moment of communication, everything seemed to have calmed down across the microphone. And because the other party is reluctant to communicate again, some people are inevitably a little lost and angry.

The scenery from the windows outside is just a monotonous neon reciprocation. At night in Tokyo, this area is dormant.

Li Zhien puffed out his mouth, and the full baby fat on his face was squeezed and deformed, looking a little coquettish. Place your phone behind you. However, the whole person shrunk in the quilt, and the soft feather cotton pillow core was pillow on his head.

The hair in front of the jaw was a little wet that hadn't dried yet. It is precisely because of the temperature and the subtle air flow that evaporates outward, and the invisible water vapor can actually represent the owner's mood at this time with less worry than before.

She didn't dare to turn around and face her mobile phone like Lin Zhexun. Because it would let her know that there was no one behind her, just a lonely phone and a neat pillow.

This hard-won sense of security will disappear completely.

Take a deep breath and feel the sense of security you feel inside the quilt.

She has always trusted the quilt very much, and she hid in the quilt when she met Lin Zhexun for the first time. And this time it was still the case.

I tried to empty my mind slowly, but from time to time some clips of the airport during the day came to my mind, from time to time I drifted to my own lyrics, and from time to time I jumped to the night of New Year's Day. In the end, I returned to the memories I heard behind the partition that I could still write down word for word.

Slowly blurred, feeling the light pajamas brought by the warm quilt. I felt my body gradually peel off my clothes, and the color on my skin became lighter and faded, turning into a colorless bubble.

When a gust of wind blew, he drifted in the wilderness without any thoughts, completely forgetting that there was another bubble behind him.

It's a strange feeling to fall asleep on the phone, and it's not at all suitable for two people who aren't particularly familiar with each other, but it seems to be understandable.