The line of sight swept over the back of Zhang Jiaze's desk writing, through the tall floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the nightless SH night outside was like a huge net, slowly pulling the entire sky from all directions, splashing ink like free and easy. The red faded, leaving behind a black and white scene, silently and peacefully waiting for the night to come. There is no sorrow, no despair. It is a kind of indifference, a kind of serenity, and a kind of sunset......

SH at night is much more beautiful, like a modern beauty with heavy makeup and light makeup, stylish and dazzling. All kinds of shiny neon lights make the whole city glow and shine. Those high-end hotels are brightly lit, and the people inside are pushing glasses and changing lamps, who are not drunk, and who are muttering; The glass curtain walls of those office buildings have become giant display screens, switching between different advertising images and slogans.

Outside the hotel, there is the gentle Huangpu River. The shadow of the light reflected in the Huangpu River is a confusing effect, and the river seems to be intoxicated in this bright city. There were no stars in the sky, and the night lights reflected the originally dark night sky crimson, like the face of a drunken girl.

On the streets, everything was quiet, even the noisy streets during the day—the cries of hawking; Those busy scenes - at the moment, have become unusually quiet.

In the night, countless romances, countless love and hatred, and countless chic have now become legends. History is being written by the people of today.

In the room, Zhang Jiaze's creative interest is strong.

He got up from his chair and paced back and forth in the room, reciting words to the computer while his mouth was in his mouth, imitating the tone, expressions, movements and dialogues of the characters in the play, and speaking in some language that others could not understand at all: "...... That's two years...... You, you're going to wait for me......"

Zhang Jiaze pondered for a while, felt that something was wrong with these words, and returned to the computer, didn't even sit down, bent over, deleted this line, and wrote again-

Niya leaned against the door, looked at Ming Ye, and reluctantly said, "...... Mingye ...... You...... You're not going to fall in love with another woman, are you......."

After writing this line, Zhang Jiaze stood up and read it again, imitating the affectionate expressions and reluctant movements of the characters in the play, thoughtfully.

Zhang Jiaze began to pace back and forth in the room again, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes turning in circles and sometimes standing still, sometimes supporting his cheeks and sometimes bowing his head, and then he was still unsatisfied, and opened the door again, imitating the appearance of the characters in the play, leaning on the door frame.

Since the character Niya in the play is the heroine, in order to go deep into the plot, he had to imitate the appearance of a woman, pulled the hem of his pajamas high, exposed his thighs, leaned his back against the door frame, made the movement of orchid fingers, and his neck was stalked, imitating the appearance of a woman, and he said to himself in a delicate tone:

“…… Mingye ...... You...... You're not going to fall in love with another woman, are you......."

Zhang Jiaze felt that it was not good enough, so he came again, and his appearance was even more enchanting than before.

While figuring it out, he felt that something was wrong, his face sank, and he hurriedly returned to the computer, pressed the delete button on the computer, and deleted the line of text just now.

He touched his head and said to himself: "No, this conversation is not in line with the heroine's character." The heroine is a female man, not a gentle little jasper, and this dialogue has to be repeated......"

Outside the door, the corridor of the four-star hotel is lit by not-so-bright wall lamps, and in the middle of the corridor, there is a soft, thick carpet. The wall lamps are dimly lit, looking warm, depressed and a little desired, and there is an indescribable impatience in the dark night. Walking on the soft carpet, it is soft as stepping on the clouds.

At this moment, from the other end of the corridor, a man and a woman are walking shoulder to shoulder. It seems that both of them have drunk a lot of wine, and the man walks with his left leg around his right; The woman stepped on high heels and tried her best to bear the weight of the man, a little more sober than the man.

The woman was dressed fashionably and scantily, panting as she walked, and said in a low voice, "It's almost there...... Only...... It's almost ......."

Both of them just walked with their heads buried in their heads, never expecting that in this dignified four-star hotel, in the dead of night, they would encounter robbers.

At this moment, from the door of the front room, a figure suddenly popped out and shouted loudly to the two of them:

"Mingye! You bastard, you stop me! ”