Greedy.

"This is a very bad dream," Qiao Qing said, "It's even worse when it happens to you."

"Anyway, you broke free from it. Now that you're awake, don't look back." Jo paused, her voice softening, "...After all, it will be dawn soon. If you go to sleep again, wake up Come to usher in a brand new morning light. Maybe it will be even more beautiful than the one in your dream."

"Go to sleep, okay? Have a good dream."

"..." You seemed to want to sigh, but finally smiled slightly, "I thought you would at least say that you were with me."

"If you need it." Qiao said lightly, "I'll be with you. Don't worry."

Then he hesitated for a while, and added: "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid. The morning light will wake me, you said, I remember," you say, with complete conviction, "If it doesn't come to me, I won't wake up."

"That's impossible." Qiao said lightly, "If it doesn't come, I'll go to you with a lamp. Two lamps with high wattage, if one is not enough, make sure to illuminate the world brightly. In this way, You always wake up contented in the light."

He thought for a while, and then asked, "Are you worried that the nightmare will happen again?"

"...No," your voice trailed off, so small that you could barely speak to yourself, "I'm sure it won't come again."

"Qiao Qing." You finally said.

It seemed a little tired over there, so he hummed lightly.

Your fingertips trembled slightly, but you finally asked, "Do you like dumplings?"

"Fortunately... I seldom eat, what's wrong?"

Your heart stopped beating for a beat, and then it fell heavily and intensified.

"Oh," you say nonchalantly, "it's nothing."

There was a bang in your ear, and you saw something smashed to pieces by that dull heartbeat.

After hanging up the phone, you feel a sense of loss for a moment.

He really can't remember.

Your starting point has been reset to yesterday, and everything before that only exists in your memory.All these things may be just like a wisp of yellow smoke, which at first glance covers the sky, but will eventually be blown away by the strong wind.

As for whether it will be empty or bright after that, only time will tell.

You peel off a candy again and say to yourself: That's nothing.

Whether it is love or pain, since it is over, let it pass.

At this moment, Qiao was lightly lying on the bed, the curtains on one side were open, and the moonlight was shining on the floor unobstructed.He stared blankly, thinking about the call just now.

After a while, Qiao lightly rolled up the quilt and turned over, burying her face in the sunken pillow.The pillow was soft, just like his sticky mood at the moment.

The call was unexpected.The time, place, characters, and content all caught him off guard.

Qiao Qing's first reaction was, what happened?When You Qi got connected, there was still silence over there, which aggravated his worry.Fortunately, this heart has not been fully raised, and it has fallen into reality.The flashing mumbling was very low, Qiao Qing didn't actually hear what was being said, but he easily caught the little anger in it - this anger was not sharp at all, it was more similar to "annoyed" ", hiding some vague intimacy.

Funny and cute.He is like a traveler who climbed high to see the stars. His original intention was to be fascinated by the heights of the stars, but when he was finally able to get close, he saw thousands of stars twinkling together and blinked at him with a smile.In the blink of an eye, the stars are overflowing, intersecting and reflecting each other, which is unbelievably brilliant.

Not as far away as he thought, but beautifully real.

Since this was not a call for help, Qiao Qing relaxed and planned to appreciate this rare and lively sky.

Unexpectedly, he was really relieved too early.Qiao Qing could tell that you were not afraid at first.Not only are you not afraid, but you are even a little excited-jumping suddenly blurs the edges and corners of the past, making you mistakenly think that you can tell it openly.

But then, some deeper and more intense emotions spread up, gradually forming a web of silk, wrapping you in an airtight manner.You used to think that pouring out is like letting a dandelion fly, and watching them being carried away by the wind makes you completely relieved.But you don't know how naive you are until you actually do it.

You shouldn't mention them.It's like unleashing a demon.

They have never been light and fluffy dandelions, they are iron or lead, they are shackles wrapped around you, too deep and too tight, almost fused into your flesh and blood.There's no way they'll be picked up by the wind -- not at all.

On the contrary, they take you together and fall heavily into the abyss.

Qiao Qing knows that you are not talking.Although you try to do so.

He also knows that you did your best.You just can't help it.

Qiao Qing searched her stomach, but found that there was nothing she could do.The comfort he could offer was so shallow it felt empty to say it.

But he still said it.He thought, even if he said ten points, as long as there is one tenth of a point that can comfort you a little and make you feel better, it will not be in vain.

Since you chose to tell him, it should be able to play a little role after all.

he hoped so.

Qiao Qing opened his eyes in the pillow, the silent darkness and suffocation were a powerful sedative, and his thoughts gradually calmed down.After a while, he seemed a little tired and rubbed the pillow lightly.

Then, out of nowhere, he thought of this afternoon again.

You have held that candy for a long time, and you seem a little reluctant to eat it.You didn't comment on it until you finished eating, you just stretched out your hand and asked him for another one like a fool.

You eat one after another, as if you haven't eaten sugar in 800 years, and you don't even drink your saliva, and you don't feel tired.You tasted the sweet taste on the tip of your tongue miserly and greedily, and the sweet taste penetrated into your blood, heating up the perennially frozen liquid, and you were almost dizzy.

Qiao lightly said "Hey", and patted your palm when you reached out again.He picked up a cup of tea, put it on your open hand, and said with a smile: "You said it wasn't sweet enough so you kept eating it. Are you telling me that you are not satisfied?"

You subconsciously want to say "no".

Before you even opened your mouth, Qiao Qing continued uncompromisingly: "Drink water. You don't feel too tired to panic, and no one is robbing you. Will the candy still run away? I can buy it for you again if I run away, don't It tastes like..."

It was as if a condemned prisoner was eating his last meal.

You stare at him intently.The water temperature is slightly higher than your body temperature, you curl your fingers blankly and hold the cup.

For a split second you seem to want to say something, perhaps as a joke, or perhaps just thank you.But you didn't say anything at the end.You lowered your head slightly, looking at the swaying water patterns in the cup, your mind also swayed and scattered, almost unable to condense into a clear consciousness.

You held the cup for a long time without thinking, and only after a while did you start to drink as if you had just woken up from a dream.The tea has turned from warm to cold, and it is a bit astringent in the mouth.It's nice to wake you up.

"Very..." You cleared your throat, "It's delicious."

Qiao Qing bent his lips helplessly.

You endured the discomfort in your throat, and said word by word: "Really. It's a little sweeter than I can imagine."

Qiao Qing seemed a little surprised, because he was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "I see."

He smiled again and said, "I wish they'd always been like that."

When parting, Qiao Qing gave you all the candies he was carrying.His advice at the time was "Take it home and eat slowly. Don't eat too much these two days. Even if you eat, you must drink some water. Take good care of your throat."

Your response is to nod obediently, and nod, and nod.Then as soon as I turned my head, I ate a lot that night.The last match, still like a little girl, gave birth to that ambiguous phone call.

It also caused insomnia for both of them.

That guy, you were playing with the candy wrappers, and this guy Joe walked to the balcony lightly.The floors were brought to a comfortable temperature and not at all cold on summer nights.He was wearing single clothes, and the night wind would blow slowly from time to time, taking away some of the excessively high temperature.

Joe leaned lightly on the rail and waited.He waited for his heartbeat to calm down, for his thoughts to return to their place, for the overflowing emotions to be swallowed up by the night sky.

But before that, he looked at the starry sky.

Then Qiao touched his trouser pocket lightly, thinking with some regret: I should keep one for myself.