Sleeper

Case Eighteen: Song Luoluo

Age: 20

Occupation: Dancer

Sleep Difficulty: Three Stars

Background music: KinderszenenOp.15 (childhood scene)

The moonlight is like water, and Bai Yan is just one of the guardians shuttling in the bustling city.

As always, he stepped on the domineering high-top military boots, walked across the still busy sidewalk, and arrived at the home of dancer Song Luoluo.

Looking around, Miss Song's room was full of dance shoes and skirts used in the performance, Bai Yan couldn't help sighing.

What is also eye-catching is every book several meters on the bookshelf on the wall.

"As you can see, I'm a loyal fan of Jimmy," Song Luoluo narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"Have you heard of Jimi?" She asked Bai Yan.

"I've seen his early works," Bai Yan said, "and heard something about him."

Song Luoluo's eyes sparkled when he heard this: "Wow, I'm so surprised that you also read his books, brother Bai Yan. A person like you must have read countless people and learned a lot, right?"

"No," Bai Yan said modestly, "I just have to watch more TV and surf the Internet in order to complete the task."

"Mission? What mission are you talking about?"

"The task is my homework, which must be completed every day," Bai Yan explained with a smile.

"Homework? Brother Bai Yan, do you also go to school?" Song Luoluo asked curiously.

"No, I don't go to school, I teach myself."

"Self-taught? Wow, self-taught? That's amazing!" Song Luoluo's already big eyes widened even further.

Bai Zhan paused, then suddenly changed the topic: "I don't know why Ms. Song suffers from insomnia every night?"

Seeing that the other party's face was a little cloudy and uncertain, he finally sighed: "I don't know, how many games I have in the next few months, maybe I am too worried about something going wrong."

Bai Yan comforted: "There used to be someone who always told me to treat it with a normal heart. I don't know if this sentence is of any use to you."

"Brother Bai Yan, I'm already very happy and surprised that you can come. Did you reply to the email I sent you personally?"

"This," Bai Yan thought for a while and said, "No."

"Who is that?"

Bai Yan pursed his lips: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient to tell you," was all he could say.

"Miss Song, let me play a song for you, and read a few paragraphs of Jimi's words to you, okay?"

Hearing what he said, the other party clapped their hands and applauded: "Okay, good idea, then I will lie down."

Immediately, the room sounded a soothing and beautiful tune, which was "Childhood Scenes" by German composer Schumann.

The music is intertwined with Bai Yan's extremely magnetic voice, which is very beautiful.

"If you can't see it, does it mean it doesn't exist? Maybe it's just covered by thick clouds, maybe it just happens that wind and sand fly into my eyes. I can't see you, but I still feel warm."

"Some people say that waiting for romance is also long. In several nights about waiting, maybe teenagers will also suffer from baldness. I often tell myself that although in the lowest position, I can't see the beauty of flowers blooming, but it is Don't miss it, the romance of fluttering in the wind when the petals fall."

"How can it be possible for a person to only do the same thing in his life, live in the same room, sleep in the same bed, see the same street scene, and spend the same spring, summer, autumn and winter? ...She keeps running away, but keeps getting bored...She just wants to get back the cat she lost, same color, same markings, same soul...sometimes it just decides..."

"Do you know what kind of person you are? Sometimes I feel like a lone roaring beast standing on a huge rock in the villa. The wind drowns out everything, and no one can really hear my roar! I'm just a little melancholy and a little cynical, but Isn’t everyone like this?… I always hide my true self, afraid of being seen through by others, don’t be surprised if you think I’m a stranger in the crowd, it’s not the real me, I’m still the me you used to know. So , please don't leave me too far, let me find you..."

Bai Yan covered the sleeping person with a quilt, and when he left, he looked up at the sky, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

The urge to see someone so desperately struck again.

It made him restless for a moment.