His fingers were trembling. Open the brown leather notebook. It can be seen that it is used
It's been a long time and the edges are a little frizzy.
He turned to a page at random. The left side is neat and beautiful handwriting, the right side is sloppy and blurry.
And he could only understand the part written in Chinese characters on the left. The messed up English on the right, but I don't understand.
"Hand."
"Corner of the eye."
"Voice."
Every single word must be followed by a final dot. And whether these words are separated or put together, there is no way to guess their literal meaning.
He turned another page. Raindrops were hitting the window behind him, and his wrist holding the flashlight was sore, so the light it provided kept swaying.
He made a swallowing motion. He heard a sound like landing in his throat. Sweat gradually formed on his forehead and palms.
He recognized the word "Here."
It rained harder outside the window. He turned off the flashlight tremblingly, took a forced breath, and looked around.
It's as if the owner of the notebook will appear in a dark corner with a smile.
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