Duan Yi goes out early and returns late every day, walking through the busy streets on foot, not knowing where to find a job, not knowing what work he can do, and not knowing what work others can give him.

Aimlessly, repeated polite refusals, made him more and more confused.

Like a speck of dust that has to exist in the vast sea of people, it feels like floating in the ethereal world. The hurried crowd, all kinds of faces, seemed to reflect all the shortcomings of his human nature, and Duan Yi's restless mood exacerbated his self-loathing as a loser.

As time went by, nothing came of it.

Duan Yi dragged his exhausted body back to Xu Fei's residence.

"You're back." The voice was crisp and the smile was sweet, and Xu Fei's smile Duan Yi couldn't face it happily. From an outsider's point of view, the wife of the family is welcoming the return of the toiling husband.

However, there are no outsiders.

So it's not a wife.

"Oh" Duan didn't say anything, it wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but he didn't know how to face it, facing the beautiful girl Xu Fei who was becoming more and more delicate in his heart, and facing the unbearable life that he gradually recognized.

The situation under the fence lasted for half a month. The muddy half moon seems to be more than half a lifetime.

"Can you lend me a little money for lunch?" Duan Yi didn't know where he got the courage, and this sentence was easily spoken.

Xu Fei didn't show the slightest disgust or disdain, he would rather see that expression, trying to find a trace of pity in her eyes, even if it was just a little, it was enough to stimulate his lonely self-esteem, which was gone.

He was looking for a reason to go alone.

It was night, and the sound of a cat barking like a baby barking outside the window was endless.

Even though the doors and windows were closed, the voice was very penetrating to the heart.

Duan Yi's confused heart was troubled by the sound and became more and more confused, and instead of refusing senselessly, it was better to listen to it boringly.

I heard a knock on the bedroom door.

Outside the door, Xu Fei's frightened shout almost cried.

"Is it okay for Duan Yi to open the door? I'm so scared. ”

Duan Yi opened the door and said what he was afraid of.

"The crying of the baby outside is so terrifying, how can there be a baby crying outside so late at night?"

"At first, I thought it was a baby, but after listening to it too much, I realized that it was a female cat in heat." Duan Yi said.

"Oh-" Xu Fei's O-shaped mouth froze slightly, as if he suddenly realized.

"Go to sleep." Duan Yi said calmly, ready to close the door. Xu Fei pushed it.

"Can we stay together for a while?" Xu Fei looked like a child reluctant to go home. "I'm really scared!"

She looked really scared, and Duan Yi let her in.

There is only one bed, one table, and one chair in the room.

When Xu Fei came in, Duan Yi found that she was only wearing a loose nightdress.

Inside the translucent black silk fabric, a white figure looms.

Duan Yi slept back on the bed, Xu Fei climbed on top of the sheet and sat down.

"It's a little cool at night." Xu Fei said.

"Come in."

Xu Fei quickly crawled into the bed.

Her face pressed against his thick chest, and the strange meow of cats outside the window was still there, and she could only hear his already messy heartbeat.

Duan Yi gently patted her back through the thin silk nightdress, and maintained her sleeping position until he confirmed that she had fallen asleep sweetly.

Duan Yi gently moved his numb shoulders, slowly got out of bed, wrote a line on his notepad, tore it off, and left it on the table.

Her sleeping position is beautiful, and her sleeping expression is beautiful! He covered her with the quilt, lifted the packed luggage, and gently opened and closed the door.

Duan Yi disappeared alone in the cold night, and the coolness of late autumn in the south was enough to make the lost and amorous men and women cold their hearts.

The moment the door closed, Xu Fei opened her eyes that pretended to be closed. She picked up the unoutlined piece of paper on the table, and tears flowed down her face.

"Thanks, I'm sorry, I'm leaving, I can't say why."

The messy handwriting, slowly penetrated by the tears dripping on it, expanding the inky shadows—