Just as Zhuang Zhou took out the lighter and was about to light the cigarette in his mouth, a sweet voice came out of the stereo in the carriage.

"Passengers and friends, this high-speed high-speed rail is a direct train from Shenzhen north to W city, smoking is prohibited throughout the whole process, there are smoke sensors on the car, smoking will trigger an alarm, which will affect the normal operation of the high-speed high-speed rail-------"

Zhuang Zhou listened, and his heart was suddenly happy, although it was a reminder to stop himself from smoking, but he finally heard a sweet voice.

took the cigarette off his mouth, but at this moment, Zhuang Zhou suddenly looked at the electronic screen.

From left to right, there is a line of text on it: "Passengers with seat numbers 100F, please do not smoke on the train!" ”

Zhuang Zhou suddenly shook his mind and shuddered.

The first reaction in my heart was: "Monitoring, I am being monitored all the time!" ”

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but look at the brick-like mobile phone on the desktop again, only to see a line of Chinese subtitles on the black screen.

The subtitle is exactly the same as on the electronic screen of the carriage: "Passengers with seat number 100F, please do not smoke on the train!" ”

He scolded in a low voice: "My day, my mobile phone is also monitored?!" ”

It was dark outside the window again, and the high-speed train entered a tunnel again.

Zhuang Zhou hurriedly looked out of the window again, and his eyes happened to meet the mottled face like bark on the glass.

Zhuang Zhou opened his mouth, inhaling the cold air, but exhaling a warm mist, spraying on the glass window, and the old face outside the window began to blur.

At this moment, Zhuang Zhou noticed that the high-speed train stopped silently.

"Is this stopped in the tunnel?"

But in a few seconds, the high-speed high-speed train ran silently.

Zhuang Zhou's heart trembled, his face became a little solemn, and he felt that something was about to happen.

The brick-like phone on the desktop shuddered.

Zhuang Zhou hurriedly looked at it, only to see a few short words displayed on the black screen.

"Don't let her take it!"

Zhuang Zhou was startled, turned his face to look out the window, and the old face on the glass was gone.

When I turned my head and looked at the phone again, the words on the screen disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, I felt that the temperature in the carriage suddenly rose a lot.

The air trembled slightly, and at this moment, Zhuang Zhou found that a young woman was sitting on the seat next to him.

She is wearing a black leather coat and leather pants, and her deep cleavage forms a big V-shape, sexy and charming, and extremely seductive.

She was looking at Zhuang Zhou with a smile, with a coquettish face.

The moment Zhuang Zhou saw her amorous face, he couldn't help but think of his wife.

He said secretly: "Like, there is the charm of a wife!" ”

"Hello, my name is Mengdie." The woman introduced herself.

Although her voice was very beautiful, it had an indescribable taste, old as autumn leaves, cold as autumn wind.

Zhuang Zhou looked back at her in surprise and didn't reply immediately.

Maybe it's because she's a sexy woman, even if she suddenly appears in front of him, he doesn't panic in his heart.

Maybe it's because after getting the prompts on the screen, I'm already prepared.

But Zhuang Zhou still didn't react for a while, because she said that she was a dream butterfly.

The woman who called herself Mengdie didn't hear Zhuang Zhou's answer, so she asked directly: "You are Zhuang Zhou, right?" ”

Zhuang Zhou looked straight at her, his mouth open, but he still didn't reply.

Mengdie smiled and asked, "Zhuang Zhou, are you surprised that my name is also Mengdie, right?" ”

Zhuang Zhou replied with a wry smile: "Zhuang Zhou, Mengdie, don't you think it's too coincidental." ”

She smiled coquettishly and said, "Is it coincidental? Zhuang Zhou Mengdie should have been connected. ”

Zhuang Zhou didn't talk, but looked at her eyes and face silently, and really remembered his wife in his mind.

Mengdie continued: "Since you Zhuang Zhou is on this high-speed high-speed rail, my Mengdie can also appear here at any time!" ”

Then, she sang the original words of "Zhuangzi - The Theory of Things" in a slow and coherent manner.

"In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, lifelike butterflies. Self-metaphor is suitable for the will! I don't know how to do it. Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is a butterfly? Butterfly Dream for the Week? Zhou and butterflies must be separated. This is called materialization. ”

The voice, tone, pause, and tone are all grasped just right, just like a girl studying in a private school in ancient times.

“------”

Zhuang Zhou still didn't say anything, just looked at her mouth fixedly, feeling that the sexy red lips were also very much like his wife.

Mengdie glanced at Zhuang Zhou's desktop mobile phone, and her eyes seemed to show shallow greed, but there was a little fear.

Her eyes were fleeting, but Zhuang Zhou suddenly remembered the reminder on the black screen.

Zhuang Zhou stretched out his hand and grabbed the brick-like mobile phone tightly in his hand.

Mengdie's face froze slightly, and she suddenly asked, "Zhuang Zhou, why don't you call your wife Meng Die?" ”

Zhuang Zhou listened and couldn't help but answer: "There is no power, it's turned off." ”

Mengdie asked: "Wasn't you rushing to the electricity just now, why don't you let me show you, is it broken?" ”

Zhuang Zhou became alert, and remembered the reminder on the black screen again: "Don't leave the machine, don't let her take it!" ”

Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou grabbed the phone harder, while his eyes were firmly fixed on her.

Seeing Zhuang Zhou's demeanor, Mengdie smiled coquettishly: "A broken mobile phone, you are still a treasure, you can try again." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuang Zhou's palms shook, which made Zhuang Zhou startled.

He quickly glanced at the brick-like phone in his hand.

I saw that the screen on the mobile phone happened to light up, and it turned on automatically, and the battery was already full.

Zhuang turned his head to look at Mengdie, and she smiled playfully.

"You ------"

Zhuang Zhou clicked on the phone button, and the first number was his wife Meng Die's number, and he immediately pressed it.

Then, he put the microphone tightly to his ear and listened carefully, but his eyes were carefully fixed on Dream Butterfly.

"Say Scatter and Disperse" ringing: Hug / Just treat it as if you were never together / It's good or not / It's too late to explain---

The song was over, but no one answered.

Zhuang Zhou then dialed again, and the ringbell rang again.

At this moment, a mobile phone with a red shell suddenly appeared in the palm of Mengdie's hand, and from it came the sound of ringtones: "Hug / Just as if you were never together / It's good or not / It's too late to --- to explain".

I saw that she pressed the answer button, and the ringtone ringing in Zhuang Zhou's mobile phone stopped suddenly, and then there was a vibrating prompt that had been connected.

Meng Diejiao smiled, and then sneered into the microphone of her red mobile phone: "Zhuang Zhou, are you thinking about me?" ”

Her coquettish anger came into Zhuang Zhou's ears, and it also directly hit Zhuang Zhou's heart.

Zhuang Zhou trembled and took down the mobile phone next to his ear, and looked at Mengdie in amazement, with an incredible expression.

He snorted and asked, "You ------ how do you have this phone number for my wife?" ”