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The light cast obliquely onto Wang He's desktop, covering the corner of his cell phone, and a rare helpless but comfortable smile on his face.

Aunt Shen was delighted to see it, and casually brought two more red bean paste buns for Wang He. She brought the small steamer in front of Wang He, only to see Wang He hastily put the phone upside down on his lap.

How shy is this?Aunt Shen smiled, and teased and cared: "You are in a good mood today? Smile more, young man. You look good when you smile."

"No, thank you." Wang He raised his eyes and lowered them, his eyes naturally fell on the buns, and asked Aunt Shen in doubt, "Why are there two more?"

"Aunt Shen invites you. The young man must have a girlfriend. He chatted on the mobile phone for a long time. It's very boring."

The steamed bun that Wang He brought to his mouth paused, and he gave a perfunctory "hmm".

Aunt Shen still had guests to entertain, so she didn't stay long.As soon as she left, Wang He put back the buns that hadn't been bitten off.

"What's the matter? It was fine just now." The voice looked at Wang Hening's eyebrows, noticed his irritability, and guessed, "Are you concerned about what Aunt Shen said just now?"

Wang He didn't say a word, and didn't even intend to change his posture.The voice thought he was right, and explained softly: "Aunt Shen will say that, and she just cares about you, don't think too much."

"What are you thinking about?" Wang He grabbed a red bean paste bun, took a hard bite, and immediately bit into the warm and soft filling.

"Girlfriend?" The voice began to be unsure why Wang He's mood suddenly changed.

"I didn't like women in the first place, where did I think too much?"

Without waiting for the voice to respond, Wang He got up and asked Boss Shen to take a plastic bag, packed the untouched buns and took them away.

He walked in a hurry, almost running.So when there were fewer pedestrians on the school road, he began to run recklessly.

The sound of the wind was whistling, and the rustling sound of plastic bags rubbing against each other was picked up by the wind and then pushed away.Wang He just ran forward, tearing those unwillingness and tenderness together in the bone-piercing cold wind.

Four tones

"Enough is enough, you can't drink any more."

There were several empty beer cans piled up on the ground, and they were lying around Wang He's body. At this time, Wang He was indifferent no matter how loudly he yelled, pretending to be deaf and dumb by being drunk, anyway, it couldn't help him .

It was just an invisible voice.

Wang He suddenly envied it.Get rid of the shackles of being a human being, turn into a ray of unencumbered voice, wander in the world, find a chat with someone who can accept it like him when you are tired, and listen to the different stories of everyone in the world .Such a free life is hundreds of times better than staying with a boring, depressed, and uncertain self.

Wang He couldn't figure out why the voice stayed behind, probably because he was pitiful and always alone.With such a kind voice, he stayed to talk with him after saving him, and he must have been extremely disappointed to be treated so badly by him.

After drinking for three rounds, the non-stop nagging voice just now went to nowhere, and Wang He sat alone in the quiet living room, lost in thought.He leaned on the sofa, and a cold hard object pressed against the back of his neck.Wang He pulled out the remote control from the back of his head and turned on the TV.After tuning several channels aimlessly, the TV screen suddenly went black, and there was no response to any pressing.Wang He threw the remote control back to the sofa in disappointment, and lay on his side on the floor.He buried his face in his arms, his legs curled up in an insecure position.

It began to rain patter outside the house, and the cold air ate into the house along with the raindrops. The room with only one floor lamp on did not have the slightest temperature to resist. The floor was cold and hard, but Wang He could not feel it and lay on the ground. For a long time, his eyes were empty, and he stayed on the black screen TV for a long time.

Suddenly, snowflakes flashed on the screen, and it quickly turned into a color picture. Wang He watched two familiar figures walk onto the stage, but when he opened his lips to speak, he heard its voice.

The voice dubbed the two cross talk actors alone, and it was a bit difficult after a few words. When it couldn't continue the conversation, it couldn't help laughing at itself a few times, but it still continued from beginning to end. It's over.

The screen went dark, and there were no more vivid pictures and sounds.

Wang He was stuffy in his arms, feeling both funny and sour.I don't know where the voice came from when he learned that he would read "Full of Economics" several times when he was unhappy.

He sneered and laughed, and then laughed more unscrupulously, but the joyful laughter gradually turned into a self-deprecating sneer, and he even choked up a little.

"Wang He," the voice approached slowly from the TV, his tone was very light and shallow, as if he was afraid that if he could not control the volume a little, it would shatter porcelain, "I heard that hugging can bring happiness to each other and relieve stress. And anxiety. I can't do it, but I wish I could, I just want to hug you right now. Promise me, don't blow it off again, okay?"

"Are you asleep? Are you listening to me? Don't hold back anything in your heart. Tell me, it will be much better if you say it."

"If you're still sad, I'll play "Full of Economics" for you a few more times. But it's a bit long, why don't you choose a shorter one that you like?"

"Wang He—"

"You are so annoying."

Wang He lay on his back, there were a few blurred water marks on his face, but his eyes were full of smiles, and his impatient and indifferent tone softened, "I really admire you, don't you feel tired after talking so much, I I'm all dry mouthed for you."

Seeing that he cheered up, the voice also breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone relaxed a lot: "I'm just a voice. If I don't speak and let others hear me, then what's the point of my existence?"

The people on the ground froze for a moment, and slowly got up to lie down on the sofa.Wang He was lying on his side, wrapping himself in layers of soft blankets, just like the voice wrapped a bandage around his scarred heart in its own way.

"I've never told anyone about this before." Wang He said, with rare embarrassment in his voice, he chuckled and said, "It's okay, this is also the first time I've heard someone tell me their thoughts."

"I fell in love with my brother when I was in the third year of high school. That year our school organized a visit to the campus of K University, and he led the team. He was very talkative, and he could talk to every student, and he didn't even neglect the one at the end of the team. Me, I care about me from time to time along the way, and ask if it’s because I’m not feeling well. Speaking of which, he is very similar to you. His mouth can’t always be closed, and there are so many words in his stomach that he can’t finish his life. He is young Cheerful, confident and active, shining among the crowd of college students, I knew I was finished the first time I saw him."

"From that day on, I set my senior brother as my goal. I was successfully admitted to K University and chose the same major as him. I didn't have many friends in college. When my senior brother found out, he came to accompany me whenever he was free. He scolded me for delaying his pursuit of the goddess, but he still cared about me very much. At that time, I was very happy with my senior brother, so happy that I got carried away. I knew from the beginning that my senior brother treated me with the same care and love as my younger brother, but I He just refused to give up, was unwilling to accept the facts, and hanged himself for four years willingly."

"On the night of my accident, I attended my brother's wedding banquet."

"I've always thought that the story of 'the person you like is married, but the bride is not you' is vulgar and ridiculous. Now that it happens to me, I realize how painful it is. I, I..." Wang He buried his head in the quilt, Restraining the emotions that flooded out once again, "I really like him so much. But I have lost him a long time ago."

The voice listened silently, occasionally uttering a single syllable to signal that it was listening.It couldn't empathize with Wang He's grief at this time, and could only silently listen to him talk about this experience that ended in tragedy.

The voice felt that a part of itself was changing, but it couldn't tell the specific reasons and manifestations of this change. It only knew that when Wang He showed fragility and sadness in front of him, it strongly wanted to hug him.

"Wang He." The voice suddenly called his name again, but it was not in the familiar ear.Wang He felt as if a sound was vibrating in his head, his scalp tingled all of a sudden, and goosebumps came out: "Are you in my head now?"

The voice said softly: "Scared you? I will tell you first next time."

"Do you want to sing in my head?" Wang He blinked a pair of watery eyes, and laughed sullenly.

The voice felt that Wang He, who had finished drinking today, was not as cold and sober as other days. On the contrary, he was soft and dazed and cute, as if all the invisible protective thorns on his body had faded away, revealing the most real and most fragile part inside.

"You listen well."

The voice hummed an unknown ballad softly, a very soft and quiet tune.The voice doesn't know what song it is, it just hums instinctively, thinking that this song is very suitable for the current limp Wang He.

With the sound of the rain and the melody, Wang He relaxed physically and mentally. His fingers tightly clutching the blanket relaxed, and his eyelids closed naturally.Its voice was really nice, so nice that Wang He couldn't bear to just fall asleep like this, and wanted to hear more of its singing.

The voice hummed more and more shallowly, and finally ended this gentle song reluctantly.Wang He opened his eyes, and immediately heard a voice in front of him in surprise: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Wang He couldn't help laughing, and shrank his head under the quilt, only showing two eyes outside, looking at the air aimlessly.

The voice made a series of thoughtful movements, and it could be heard that it was pacing left and right.