"No, Murphy, I sincerely advise you to find a regular girlfriend and have a serious relationship. Don't wear Durex every day and have a different perfume every night."
"David, it's not that I haven't tried it, but it never lasts more than a month. When women are no longer new, being with them is like reading financial times, and it's still old."
"How can you compare a woman to an old newspaper?"
"I don't compare women to old newspapers. I just compare the relationship between men and women to reading newspapers. The first time they are fresh, the second time they are boring, and the third time they can be thrown away."
"That's because you haven't met the woman you love. Once you fall in love, it's no longer a newspaper. It's a bottle of good wine. The more you drink, the better it tastes."
"Love is an ancient myth, not suitable for people like me who have no faith in it."
"Forget it, I've been helpless to deal with you being terminally ill at 13 o'clock. You'd better go to bed early. It's almost 1 a.m. in Shanghai now."
"Well, I was just planning to go back to sleep."
"Murphy, I have always wanted to ask you a question: Why do you never sleep until one o'clock in the morning?"
Han Murphy paused and said with a wry smile: "Because...because I'm used to it."
After hanging up the phone, he leaned his head on the seat. As soon as he closed his eyes, the demon in his memories began to pester him, forcing him to open his eyes and drive away the fear buried in his heart.
I don't know why, but today he especially wanted to hear grandma's voice.
He took out his cell phone and called his grandma in Switzerland.
"Grandma, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. How are you in Shanghai?"
"I'm fine, everything is going well."
"It's almost midnight in Shanghai, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"It's almost one o'clock in the morning, and I'm getting ready to go back to the hotel to rest."
"My child, it's been so many years, and you still haven't forgotten that... Sigh... Why bother? You've been hurting yourself."
"Grandma, some memories last a lifetime."
Back at the hotel, Han Murphy stood at the door of Xiaoxiao's room for three minutes. Then, he turned around and went back to his room, threw his pillows, quilts and blankets on the floor, took a shower and went to sleep.
Since that incident, he developed two habits.
First, never sleep in bed.
Second, never go to bed before one o'clock in the morning.
David is right. Psychologically speaking, a person like him is a lunatic.