I was unconscious in my sleep, and at some point I heard a shout, which sounded like someone was calling me.
"Wake up... wake up..."
There seemed to be a female voice calling him in a daze, and Xiao Fan suddenly jumped out of bed.
The room was brightly lit.
What's going on? It's obviously turned off.
Who called him just now? Xiao Fan looked around and saw that the door was obviously closed.
Xiao Fan felt it was too strange.
Could it be that he fell asleep?
Dream on.
Xiao Fan sat up completely, no longer sleepy at all.
I didn’t expect that my first night in a foreign country would be so unsatisfactory.
I picked up the phone on the pillow and turned on the screen. I found that it was only after 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was still quite a while before dawn.
Do you have to stay up until morning?
Forget it, let’s read some novels.
Xiao Fan opened the reader, found a good e-book and started reading.
The book is called "Ruins".
"Zhuo doesn't know what kind of world he is in, just like he can't see his own internal organs clearly. Of course, I don't know what kind of world I am writing, because everyone's world is always just
Existing in my own illusion, the world to me is always just an empty shell that is slowly filled with things. At least my world does not exist in this overcrowded empty shell with strange-shaped buildings that seems very unfamiliar to me.
After all, I still think that the world I live in is an inexplicable existence. I don’t recognize it and it doesn’t recognize me. There is no real relationship between us. We are mutually beneficial and mutually beneficial.
's partner.
Zhuo ran to the beach. The weather was very good that day, with blue sea and blue sky, white clouds, and sand gulls flying around aimlessly, screaming at the top of their lungs. Zhuo sat down on the beach. The sand under his butt was very soft and very comfortable.
, the soles of the feet also feel like silk; although Zhuo has never seen silk or felt the touch of silk, Zhuo immediately thought of silk in his heart. Well, the touch of silk gave Zhuo pleasure.
It felt so pleasant that Zhuo closed his eyes with pleasure. By the way, why did Zhuo come to the beach?! In fact, no one can explain this clearly. This is an anthropological question. Why did Zhuo come to the beach? Even he
He couldn't explain it himself. Why did I come to the beach? He asked himself this more than once. But the only answers he got were sand gulls and the sound of the sea."
When Xiao Fan was reading this book seriously.
Suddenly, Xiao Fan put down his phone and seemed to see a shadow of feet on the ground.
Xiao Fan suppressed the beating of his heart and slowly raised his head with an expression of extreme panic.
The next moment he was completely stunned, as if his soul had left his body.
Because this is exactly the purpose of his coming here, maybe it is also an indirect reason.
Xiao Fan concentrated and held his breath, at a loss.
Because there was a person standing in front of him, because that person was her, and he didn't even know her name yet.
He still had that cool face, seemingly without a trace of impurities or dust.
She has long, straight black hair, and the air seems to smell like shampoo.
She was standing in front of her now, wearing a white robe, which looked like pajamas.
Her eyes were full of warmth, and uncharacteristically, there seemed to be a slight smile on her face.
Xiao Fan finally plucked up the courage to ask the question that he had been unable to ask for a long time.