Liu Xi was shivering on the bench holding the phone when she saw a figure walking by. Her face could not be seen clearly in the dim night from a short distance away. Suddenly appearing on the street at midnight, it is inevitable that people can't help but look at it as if they are grasping at straws. The dim light of the screen was imprinted on Liu Xi's face. He looked at the man as if to see him clearly, tilting his head and bright eyes.
When the man was almost approaching, he realized how abrupt he was, and suddenly looked away, staring down at the back of his hands that were resting on the bench. There was a strange sense of inconsistency in that man's figure, which seemed pale and slender even in the darkness.
There was still a long busy tone on the phone, one after another, with a gentle but infinitely frustrating rhythm. Liu Xi twitched the corner of her mouth, deducted the automatic replay number, called up Tetris, and coded carefully layer by layer. He felt the figure walk past him, then turn back, and stop not far in front of him. There was an indescribable sense of oppression in the stagnant air just now, so she raised her head and looked at him half-heartedly from a distance for a few seconds. Then he heard himself say: "Ah, Fang Jianyan, long time no see."