Yi Zhiyu, 22 years old, a gloomy and taciturn novelist, always rushes into the same convenience store at 23:00 in the middle of the night, with ink and rain stained on his black sweatshirt.
Wan Yanxia, 23 years old, is a gentle and meticulous night shift clerk who can remember the coffee preferences of all regular customers, but is only more indulgent to the girl in black who always forgets to bring her umbrella.
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"... The candles are going out."
When the last tear of wax solidified at the bottom of the glass, Wan Yanxia suddenly grabbed Yi Zhiyu's wrist.
Yi Zhiyu heard her pen roll to the ground, and the black cat pendant on the pen cap made a soft "click" sound - it was the couple's model that Wan Yanxia secretly replaced last week, and the other white cat was hidden in her staff cabinet.
Wan Yanxia's thumb brushed against her pulse, and their breaths formed a web in the silence.
Yi Zhiyu thought of the paragraph that she always couldn't write well: how to describe the moment of "closeness" without using the word "close". Now she knew - it was the dull pain from the third button of Wan Yanxia's uniform hitting her collarbone, it was 7 minutes and 19 seconds after the power outage. They also discovered that lips were better at translating heartbeats than words.
"Your pen is leaking."
"... It's your illusion."
"What about this?"
The darkness swallowed up all sophistry.
Surveillance video showed that the temperature of the freezer increased abnormally by 2.3°C that night, suspected of being close to the heating element for a long time.
And on the manuscript paper that Yi Zhiyu forgot to take away, there was a new line of words that had been crossed out and underlined in bold——
"When she lies, her eyelashes turn into parachutes."
Intention: Sometimes you have to be firm in your own ideas