Night Labyrinth

why?

Why do you refuse to tell me directly but ask someone to relay it?

Why is it?

I was out of my mind in this class, and the drawing took one piece of paper after another.

The teacher asked me what was wrong in surprise.

I said it was fine, but I was not feeling well.

The teacher said that I could see it, and my complexion was not good since I entered the door.

So I left this class early.

This is the first time I left the studio early.

Before leaving, I told the teacher that He Lin's new number in Beijing was coming.

As soon as I stepped out of the studio door, I walked forward quickly.

The place I'm going to is the drink shop where He Lin invited me to drink tea last time.

It's easy to find as long as you keep walking along the road.

However, when I actually stood in front of that drink shop, I could only hear the noisy roar in my heart, going back and forth in my empty heart.

The drink shop has moved away.

The price list posted on the wall has not been torn off, but everything inside has been emptied.

Amidst the dust, the workers were moving new furnishings in.

The drink shop no longer exists.

The girl with the exaggerated wing-shaped ear cuff in her left ear disappeared.

Only these strangers in front of them, going back and forth, started rebuilding on the ruins.

Layers of my memory are buried under the dust.

I just stood there in a daze for a while, then turned around abruptly, and walked quickly to another drink shop not far away.

"Hello, what would you like to drink?"

The girl behind the counter, with bright eyes and gentle long hair, asked me with a smile.

"Well, let me take a look."

I only vaguely remember the word "fruit", but I couldn't find that word on the price list.

"fruit tea?"

I guessed.

"Sorry, we only have black tea, green tea and oolong tea here." The girl answered me politely.

I heard the voice of my hope being dashed.

"Then black tea." I hesitated.

"However, I suggest that it is better to drink oolong tea in this season..." the girl introduced to me thoughtfully.

"Just black tea." I smiled bitterly at her.

At least the color is very similar...

Taking the drink cup from the girl, I directly picked up the straw and punctured it, sucking a big mouthful into my mouth.

Fortunately, the drink was not so hot this time, otherwise my tongue would have been scalded.

Not this taste.

The moment the drink touches the tip of the tongue.

My heart was once again swept by a huge sense of emptiness.

I know, I'll never drink that day's tea again.

I still don't know what that cup is called.

only.

Sour tea.

I sat in front of my phone for an hour that night.

Repeatedly opened and locked again.

Thinking about what to say to He Lin.

"I heard Teacher Tian said that you are in Beijing now? Is your work going well?"

"What do editors mainly do? What kind of novels?"

"I will definitely draw well. Speaking of which, my current progress has surpassed yours."

I imagined countless opening remarks in my mind, and rejected them all for one reason or another.

In the end I still didn't make that call.

Fortunately, Shu Ling was not in the dormitory during this repeated hour, otherwise I was afraid that I would make her sad again.

And what happened all day surprised me. As long as it is about He Lin, I can pick up the enthusiasm that has been smashed countless times and is about to be trampled into powder, just to make it fall even harder next time. ruthless.

Many times it was clearly just a simple sentence, a random movement, and a very ordinary gesture.

My already dead heart can burn up in an instant and burn into a prairie fire.

My attachment to her seemed inexhaustible.

Like a moth to a fire.

Time and time again, he rushed forward desperately, was burned, and continued to rush forward until he died.

Perhaps our previous lives were moths and fire.

I thought to myself mockingly.

The author has something to say:

Ahhh!I received another comment today, it’s so fun, how about the second update at night? (touches chin) Well, let me think about it~

Another digression, yesterday morning when I checked WeChat Moments, I saw a female colleague of mine posted a message saying that she was hugged by a woman while taking the subway. At that time, the author thought, "Bad guy! Big bad guy Smelly show off!" In the end, I checked Moments again at night, and saw that guy posted another message, saying that he was hugged by a school girl again when he came back at night!Nima!Also "10 minutes"!Also "tight"!

The author doesn't want to say anything more about this heinous, inhumane and insane behavior, okay?

So the author silently replied below, "I'm so envious"...