"Alcoholic, are you awake? The water has been heated for you. Do you want to take a bath?"
After dinner, Zhang Xiaochen packed up everything and knocked on Tang Xiaofeng's door, but she got no response. She knocked again with her tightly held hands, but there was still no response from the room, and then she gently
He opened the door, picked up his toes, and walked in slowly.
Through the neon light reflected outside the window, Zhang Xiaochen vaguely saw Tang Xiaofeng lying on the bed. He was facing the wall, half covered with a thin blanket, as if it was about to slip off at any time, Zhang Xiaochen pulled the towel.
Tang Xiaofeng covered himself up, and listening to his even breathing, Zhang Xiaochen couldn't bear to disturb him anymore. In the dimness, Zhang Xiaochen's expression could not be seen clearly.
She just tiptoed and moved her steps, groping for the position at the head of the bed, then bent down, and loosened her tightly clenched hands. You could vaguely see something slipping from her hands to the head of the bed, and
It also slowly opened a small arc.
Zhang Xiaochen quietly exited the room. If it weren't for the evidence left on the bed, it seemed as if no one had ever broken this darkness.
After Zhang Xiaochen returned to the room, he sat in front of his dressing table. The table looked very clean, and there were very few things on it. A comb, a hair tie, a bottle of Dabao, and a few scattered coins were placed next to it.
She bought a hair dryer and a few books, which were all the items on her desk.
Zhang Xiaochen pushed everything on the counter away, and then took out a thick notebook from the counter. There was also a pen on the side of the notebook. This was her diary that had been lying dormant for a long time. After opening it,
The date of the last day of the diary told her that she had not written anything for a long time.
The diary contained many memories of her past. She would take a look at it every time she opened it. But this time, after he picked up the pen and wrote down the dates, he didn't write again for a long time. He really didn't know where to start today.
Where to start?
The tip of the pen landed on the paper and gradually spread out a small ink stain, but she still didn't move a word.
Dong Dong Dong, Dong Dong Dong.
A sudden knock on the door startled her. In confusion, her hand trembled and she drew a long stroke on the notebook. The first section was torn directly through the paper due to excessive force.
"Have you slept? No, please open the door."
Through the door, Zhang Xiaochen heard Tang Xiaofeng's voice coming in, then he gently put down his pen and quickly stood up to open the door.
After opening the door, seeing Tang Xiaofeng turning around and leaving, Zhang Xiaochen stopped him: "It's so late, is there anything else you can do?"
Seeing Zhang Xiaochen appear, Tang Xiaofeng handed over the money: "You should keep the rent. Anyway, you will still have to pay it if you live here in the future."
Zhang Xiaochen stretched out his hand to take the money, and responded with a dull sound, but turned his head and realized that something was wrong. He realized it after a while, and then asked: "Am I going to live here in the future? What do you mean?
Don’t you plan to come back after your first trip?”
"Well, I'm tired of staying here. I plan to go out for a walk and change places. Living here is no longer interesting."
"Oh, that's it." Zhang Xiaochen obviously couldn't let go after hearing this, but he didn't know what to say.
Seeing that she didn't react much, Tang Xiaofeng turned and walked to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of water came out, Zhang Xiaochen closed the door, and the two of them were silent all night.