Male: I have a fixed route every day, an unchanging life trajectory, and when I look at the passing buses, I always like to look up at the window next to me, hoping to see that familiar smile. A lift brings a loss. This repetitive action has continued for many years and has gradually become an inadvertent habit in his life.
Maybe it was an accident, or maybe it was a long-term habit that finally aroused other people's questions. One day, a friend joked in confusion: "Yuan Mucheng, which beauty are you looking at when you look at the bus every day?" "She's not beautiful..." Ignoring the surprised look, he stepped into the crowded and fast-paced flow of work.
Woman: The new winter is coming, and I still draw love on the car window, but I still get no response, but there are no familiar people around me anymore, and there is no familiar temperature. When the warmth on your fingertips dissipates and becomes numb, you will ask yourself how boring it was to paint like this, but there is a warmth guarding you. Today, the numb fingertips are still repeating such movements, but there is no warmth as before. After so many years, I no longer remember the feeling of light touch between my palms. It was the fading warmth and my fading love.
Mucheng, only if I let go of your hand can you find your freedom. Lin Xi, when I leave you, I leave the warmth. What is left is only indifference, which is the indifference you taught me personally.