Wu Che was sitting alone in the return train. It was already midnight, and the passengers around him were staggering around regardless of their sleep state. He stared at the screen of his mobile phone in a daze, thinking that he was preparing to send this text message with his mind. For the fifth time, the phone screen was alerted by keystrokes again, projecting a light blue cold light on Wu Che's young face. Because of the angle and the interweaving effect of time, he had a solemn look on his face at this moment. The phone screen went out without warning, but something was still flickering in Wu Che's eyes. The rhythm of the train made him feel like he was hypnotized. His fingers were no longer under the control of his brain, and his joints exerted a little force.
Shen Lu was leaning against the window of the portable hotel, listening carefully to the emotional singing of a boy with a mellow voice not far from the hotel in the light smoke. He tried to lean his upper body out of the window with a little force. The lavender curtains were printed with gold-gilded flowers and fell on his thick arms. It turned out that he was a singer under the overpass. He couldn't see clearly the boy's appearance, but he could already smell the fragrance of green grass mixed with sunshine. He always listens to music very seriously. At this time, the text message alert made his Sichuan pattern appear slightly. He took a long puff of cigarette and crushed the cigarette butt into the soil of the flower pot on the windowsill. He turned around and fell onto the springy bed, pulling out his cell phone from the pocket of his tight jeans. Snap, no one could see the turmoil in Shen Lu's heart when the flap was opened. After reading it again, he threw the phone aside in frustration. We couldn't hear his violent heartbeat. In the darkness, he was making a difficult decision while breathing heavily.