My 26-year-old female tenant: Gufan on the Island

What is light? Can it be compared to life and feelings? I don't know, but after listening to the policeman's words, I subconsciously looked through the door and looked at the world that seemed depressed because the dawn had not arrived.

Obviously those street lights have tried their best, but the world just seems very sluggish. Those silent buildings and hidden corners are all waiting for the moment when the sun comes. It seems that that is the light in the true sense, which can not only illuminate, but also Can burn and burn away all the pain and sadness in this world...

Yes, I have never liked rainy days. Even though the rain can moisten everything, the pain in my heart has already overflowed. I can't let the pain sprout and grow. It is better to burn it to ashes and let the wild wind blow it away, never to be used again. Take root.

I think my father and my mother must be obsessed with fortune telling, as if they had foreseen my pain, so they named me Zhaoyang. Twenty years later, it really became a comfort in my heart. I always felt that as long as this With your name, you can push away the dark clouds and see the sunny sky.

Then wait patiently, keep the cigarette in your hands and the wine in your mouth.

……

I finally withdrew my gaze and said to the policeman who caught me off guard and gave me a sip of chicken soup for my soul: "Brother... what you said is very useful, but I still want to ask... It is true that only one's own light can make one's own light clear. But the purpose of transparency is to see farther and have better scenery?”

"Definitely."

"I can illuminate myself clearly now, but what do you want me to see? You actually want to introduce to me those women who commit fraud, make mistakes, traffic people, and even murder and arson... You... How can I go to a place with a better view? ...To tell you the truth, I can't stand this bowl of chicken soup."

"Then what do you want?"

"Don't you have any police girls in your institute?...This is the friend I really want to make."

"roll……"

After saying that, he raised his feet, and I ran outside and said: "Brother, my name is Zhaoyang... don't forget my name. If I really have such a beam of light in my heart, you have to lead me." Take me to a place farther away with better scenery."

"Get out of here!"

……

The drunkenness had not completely subsided, so that every step he took was not so solid. After wandering for a while, he sat down on a bench on the street due to lack of physical strength.

What's uncomfortable is that there is no cigarette for entertainment, so I can only look at the blurry place through the gaps between the buildings, and keep repeating this thing in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took before I took out my mobile phone from my pocket...

I seemed to have been forgotten by the world. During this period of time when I was drunk, my mobile phone was even quieter than the city under the night sky. The only thing I received was a text message indicating that my phone balance was running low.

For an insignificant person, even a lack of phone balance is enough to create a sense of crisis; so, he wants to take a look at the online world before the computer is shut down.

Under the night, there seems to be no clear boundary between illusion and reality. The real city is illusory like a maze; on the contrary, the invisible and intangible online world is full of excitement, as if there is such a Santa Claus driving... The carriage throws forbidden fruits all over the world...

I was obsessed. It wasn't until I saw a post posted by Le Yao twenty minutes ago in the circle of friends that I suddenly found a balance between reality and illusion that could help me wake up.

She was actually still staying in the cultural and creative park, and the only ones accompanying her were those cats, who were curled up behind the cardboard box. I suddenly felt that time and space are constantly changing and intertwining, and only loneliness is connecting us in series, like two strings of bells hung under the eaves. It is raining heavily outside, and when the wind blows, they "tinkle, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

It was a voice that refused to be left alone, so I finally took the initiative to send a message to Le Yao: "Isn't it uncomfortable to reap the consequences of one's own actions?"

"Well...I was wrong...these towels can't be used as food, and they can't be exchanged for a place where I can stay."

"Is it true that no one cares about you?"

"With a personality like mine that likes to make things happen, who would truly treat me as a friend in their hearts? It would be too late to hide from me!"

"What about your family, don't they care about you?"

Le Yao seemed very reluctant to talk to me about her family, so in the next message, she changed the subject and asked me in turn: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"I've already had a good night's sleep."

"Well, I can't sleep at all... Can you tell me why you have to return to Suzhou suddenly... I want to hear the truth."

This time, after hesitating for a moment, I replied to the message: "My friend told me...she seems to have returned to China and appeared in the moat where we used to like to stay for a long time."

"Like? So, this is not a definite news at all."

"It's not accurate until I arrive in Suzhou."

"Before you decide to go back to Suzhou, have you ever thought about how I feel when I wake up and can't see you? ... We are about to agree to stay in this cultural and creative park and do something we like."

"There is at least two rivers between the time it is finally said and the time when the dust has settled."

"Yes, you are right... But your motive for returning to Suzhou is just that someone seems to have seen Jian Wei..."

I didn't know how to reply, so I fell into silence again. About ten minutes later, Le Yao sent another message: "Have you seen her?"

I began to feel uneasy. This uneasiness prompted me to find a convenience store that was open all night, bought another pack of cigarettes, lit it, and then replied: “No, she didn’t want to see me. Fly away again."

After that, I never waited for Le Yao's reply; I didn't choose to delve into the reason why she didn't reply. I just faced the night and thought about her mood of staying alone in that cultural and creative park, and then sent her another message. He sent a message: "Go back and I'll transfer some more money to you. Don't spend it randomly. When you've had enough fun, find a place where you can really stay."

This time, I still didn't wait for her reply.

……

Late at night the next day, I saw her new updates in her circle of friends again. She went to the bar to drink with a group of people I had never seen before. They got together to boxing and play games...

She captioned the photo with the following text: A bird without feet, where can she rest except the sky?

I couldn't help but sigh, and suddenly I felt like we were drifting apart, even though we were so similar.

We are indeed very similar, because at this moment, I am also in the bar, surrounded by a group of friends who I don't know very well, but can drink and have fun together.