Greedy.

As you'd expect, nothing happens.

You walk slowly in the shade of the trees, the sunlight is sometimes fragmented and sometimes intense, diluted by the clouds, so it is not annoying.

There was no one on the road.He looks the same, and so do you.

It seems to be an ordinary life.

It seems to be an ordinary reality.

You lead him to your apartment.

Maybe it's yours, you don't know.

You wake up here every day with your house keys in your pocket, and you don't know anything about it other than that.The furnishing of the house is comfortable for you, but not the one you used to live in.

All your old wallet keys are gone, but money is useless in a nobody's world.

So just let it go.

The ins and outs of the mystery, the chaotic future and the gradually forgotten past, let it go.

Qiao Qing followed you into the house, and laughed: "Did you really bring me to your house? Is my vigilance too low or your vigilance too low?"

You shrugged and took out a drink from the refrigerator, "Juice, how about?"

"Yes, thank you." Qiao lightly took the juice, "Coincidentally, I like this one too."

In fact, you can't say whether you like it or not, but from what Qiao Qing said, it seems to be really good.

Qiao Qing looked around for a while, and said thoughtfully: "The decoration here is not bad, I thought it would be more... colder, but I didn't expect it to be so comfortable, full of human smoke and fire - it can even be called It's about warmth. All in all, it's not like you. "

You just laughed: "It sounds like you know me quite well."

"Familiar," Qiao said lightly, "and special. Impressive. Even if it's just a glimpse, your restless soul is quite, quite attractive."

"Gloomy, but looking for hope."

He finally concluded.

You stood there, looking down at him without saying a word.

Qiao sat quietly and steadily, and looked back at each other in a leisurely manner, smiling brightly and wildly.

You feel as if you have been stripped of only one see-through outfit, embarrassed and ashamed, but you can't help but squirm, wanting to take off the remaining one too.

Naked and frank.

"Unfortunately," you thought regretfully and indifferently, "you are destined to only get a glimpse."

You will only get to know him more and more, but he can only meet you countless times, and spend all that little time repeatedly peeling off your outermost protective clothing.

No matter how deep it is, you can't see it at all.

Even if you really want him to watch it.

You are the first to look away.

"What do you want to eat? Something vegetarian, okay?"

Joe blinked in amazement.The topic changed so quickly that he was caught off guard.

You repeat it again.

"Yes," Qiao Qing replied confusedly, "I won't choose. There's no need for the two of you to be too grand..."

You nodded, rummaged through the refrigerator, and took out a pack of vegetarian dumplings without looking at the neatly packed potatoes, eggplants, and bitter gourd lilies.You glanced at the taste and said with satisfaction: "Corn, eat it?"

Qiao Qing was taken aback for a while.

He was dazed for a while, and finally came back to his senses: "What if I just want to eat meat?"

You calmly said, "Then I will cook you dumplings stuffed with shrimps."

"That's how you dare to be told by five or six that you do it?" Qiao chuckled uncontrollably, "I'm still looking forward to it."

You turned around blankly, your ears burning a little.

The person behind him was still rambling maliciously: "Hey, what made you say that invitation, let's chat."

How suddenly deaf, strange.

Perhaps because there was no response, Qiao was silent for a while.Before you could breathe a sigh of relief, you heard him say leisurely: "You look so cute now."

"...Oh," you had to remind him, "you just called me gloomy."

"Yeah," he smiled, "mimosa plants also respond to heat and light."

"From your point of view, I thought you would name a shade plant."

"You are not," Qiao said lightly, "You are... a positive plant that unfortunately grows in the shadows. Over time, the leaves all wilt."

"If you don't die, you can always adapt," you said flatly, "If you can adapt, you can't be called masculine."

Qiao Qing just slightly bent his eyes.

After a long time, he said softly: "But I can't see it growing better, it's always a pity."

"..."

"It's so cute after all," Joe smiled lightly at you, "you think so?"

"I just know," you lowered your head and tore open the dumpling package, "You looked cute just now when you couldn't find Bei."

"..."

"..."

You raised your eyes to meet his straight gaze.They each blinked in silence, turned their heads and laughed together.

Qiao Qing didn't continue to act like a demon, but quietly maintained that posture, quietly watching you make dumplings.

Kind of... good.

To be honest, there is no follow-up work to do after the dumplings are finished, but you have been standing in the kitchen in a daze, preferring to stare at the boiling water in a daze.

Qiao Qing said that this room is very warm, and you don't feel it at all.But when you're standing here, watching the dumplings swirl and float, the surface steaming and bursting into bubbles, while someone listens to the monotonous, reassuring gurgle with you, waiting to eat it next something you do.

Warmth... probably.You just stood there stupidly, not moving from beginning to end.

He didn't rush either.

It didn't work out in the end, and I have to say you're relieved.

A certain idiot is quite rude: "Since all my praise this time is going back to the manufacturer, I will save the praise for the time being, and give it away with interest when I eat what you really made for me Back to you."

You squinted at him, but did not retort: ​​"Use the tone of praise to God, or reject it."

"As you wish."

You happily finished eating the dumplings, and finally you thought to yourself.

Tomorrow, I can cook a bowl of shrimp for him to eat.

You don't deliberately remember this idea, but you are inexplicably sure that you will not forget it.After all, these days are really lacklustre, and these wishes are like lighthouses in the thick fog, shining with sparse light forever.

Tiny, but eye-catching.

What's more, there are not many things that need to be remembered to occupy the memory. Almost everything you remember is unforgettable.

But you didn't expect you to remember it so deeply.When you wake up the next day, all the cells in your body seem to open their eyes, politely reminding you that it's time to leave.

Even so, you are in no rush.A sense of laziness floods over, instigating you to turn over and shrink back, burying your whole face in the quilt, and laying on a bed that you wished for.

You vaguely remember...grass...sunshine...shade...water mist...dumplings...his pale eyes...slightly raised eyebrows.

It makes you feel warm and cozy.

You ate your long-lost breakfast today. Although there is a lot of time, you have skipped it for a long time.It's not that you can't do it, you just simply don't want to eat it.

For a while you throw up everything you eat, and you get nauseous when you don’t eat anything, and you sit on the toilet floor almost all day, holding the toilet bowl and retching.

The symptoms later died and healed, but you have lost interest in food since then.Can eat, some eat, too lazy to eat.

Breakfast is shrimp dumplings.Today you plan to make it early and bring it to him directly.

Although it is said that they have eaten breakfast, they only ate two or three in total.You pack the rest in an insulated lunch box and have toothpicks ready.

Before leaving, you thought about it and opened the refrigerator again.

The two bottles of fruit juice that were finished yesterday were standing in the refrigerator.

You smiled at them, took them out like yesterday, and took them away.

Qiao Qing was still lying there.

Sometimes you feel like it's a never-to-be-late promise, and you keep it religiously, praying it never expires.

You still strike up conversations with the old "hi."Although you are getting more and more familiar, there is no longer that sweet panic.

Qiao Qing never lost her composure again, and smiled back very naturally every time, flamboyant like the sun in midsummer.

You sat down next to him as usual, only belatedly feeling uncomfortable when you were about to speak.

The lunch box and drinks are placed behind you, and you want to ask him if he wants to eat.You want to say that I know you like this drink, and I brought it for you specially; you want to say that I will give it to you today if you didn’t have it yesterday, and it’s a lie to let you choose, and I want to watch you eat it.

But what can be said?To him, you have no yesterday, you are just a familiar stranger.

You silently unscrewed a bottle of drink and took a few sips, feeling that it was cloyingly sweet, and you had that creepy nausea again.

Although you knew that he probably refused, you still picked up the remaining bottle tentatively and handed it to him.

Sure enough, it was rejected.The refusal was polite and alienated, and I don't know why I was still laughing, and the smile was neither awkward nor embarrassing.

You think, your expression must be very stiff now.

Then you think, it’s okay, he doesn’t remember anyway.

The acid water came back up in bursts, and your fingers twitched a few times uncontrollably.You stood up abruptly, covered your mouth and walked away quickly.

You find a store at random, break in, and go straight to the bathroom inside.You turn the faucet to its fullest and water splashes all over your shirt.

You want to vomit very much, want to vomit very much, but you can't vomit.

You think the whole thing is hilarious, and you can't laugh if you want to.

You obviously knew it from the next day, and you thought you accepted it, so why did you react so strongly?

Why do you still think about this and that self-righteously, and look forward to the future unrealistically?

You splashed water on your face, and the water slid down your cheeks, dripping to the ground in dull dots.

You stare fiercely at the water stain, angry and desperate to realize that you didn't accept it, never did.

And never accept it.

The water is splashing open, and you look at this absurd world through the water column.

The light is blurred, the space is small, the old ceiling is stained with dark yellow stains, and there are pools of moss growing in the corners.The outside world is brand new and vast, but what's the use?

You are the uncrowned king here, succumbing to yourself, hysterical to yourself.

Playing a one-man show destined to be forgotten.

For the umpteenth time you have thought of this question - why me?Why?

Also, as always, no answer.

In the end, you don't even have the desire to vomit, and you're just exhausted like a collapse.You don't have the strength to break down anymore.

You lost consciousness, staggered to the door of the store, and sat down bit by bit while holding the door.You lean against the door with your eyes half-opened and half-closed, only to see Venus shining in all directions, and the sky is spinning.

You wait aimlessly.Like winter snow waiting for spring rain, like stars waiting for dawn.

Like a dragon waiting for a prince, waiting to be tamed or slain.

The sun gradually went west.

The dragon guarded his empty fortress, and fell asleep in the vast daylight.

In the dream, there was a prince who came to an appointment.

Holding a bottle of drink and a box of dumplings in his hand.

The prince touched the dragon's neck and said to him, "I remember you."

Then the dream woke up.