midsummer restlessness

After returning from the cemetery, she fell into a drowsy sleep all afternoon, and after waking up from a dream, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

She was lying on the bed looking out the window in a daze.

In fact, this kind of day and night upside-down, sleepless sleeplessness is no stranger to her.

When she was still in Mexico City, due to the needs of her work, she often typesetting and revising manuscripts overnight. Over the years, she gradually adapted to this time-disordered life.

So on those nights when you don't need to stay up late and work overtime, this kind of biological clock that is completely contrary to ordinary people has brought a lot of trouble.

How to fall asleep quickly and comfortably has once become a headache for her.

In addition to drinking an extra glass of milk before going to bed, or counting sheep, she has tried many other methods, such as exercising a lot before going to bed, increasing the feeling of fatigue so as to achieve the effect of falling asleep quickly. It can be proved that after exercise, the whole body The extra shower sessions that result from profuse sweating will only make her more awake.

So, during those countless sleepless nights, she embraced the cold night of Mocheng to keep warm.

In my memory, I stand on the balcony of the apartment and look around. The night is beautiful and the lights are stretching. Among the scenery of different shades, the most familiar place is the Yarra River under the moonlight.

There are always some silver lights flowing on the calm Yarra River, the air is full of moist and fresh smell, and the sound of dripping water reflects the intoxicating silence of midnight.

Those pasts that were unwilling to be touched in the hustle and bustle of the day also rose and permeated like fog in this tranquility, throwing her into the huge vortex of memories.

Xia An closed his eyes and traced the outline of that person in his mind over and over again, carefully recalling those bits and pieces, and engraved them deeply in his memory, torturing himself in the infinitely dark time.

In the middle of the night, when I wake up from sleep, I open my eyes in a trance, and what I see is a large blank space, or a hard and cold ceiling, or curtains blown apart by the wind.

She got up and got out of bed softly, and turned on the computer.

In the dark, only the light blue fluorescence from the small screen, she opened the mailbox, which was full of mails from foreign countries.

The emails are neatly arranged by date, and they are work tasks sent by the magazine.

Xia An swiped the mouse, and an untitled unread letter was abruptly sandwiched between the identical titles, which was very conspicuous.

Curiously double-clicking to open it, Xia An roughly browsed the contents.

It was from the Spanish girl next door to Xia'an's apartment in Mexico City.

The Spanish girl who always wears enamel bracelets with long braids and knitwear at the end of her hair, likes to paint snow blue nails, and hums the oldest British blues.

She and Xia An had different opinions on the question of 'Cranberry Cookies or Coconut Cheesecake, Which is more delicious with Lemon Flower Tea', the two were still arguing about this issue before leaving the apartment.

In the email, she explained her confusion about the 'strange' combination of cookies and lemon scented tea, and she confirmed this idea after trying it herself. She insisted that coconut cream cheese goes better with scented tea, And I recommend Xia An to eat cookies with milk tea.

Xia An couldn't help laughing, she didn't expect that girl to really be busy with this problem for so long, if she hadn't brought it up today, she might have forgotten this boring but cute little thing.

At the end of the letter, the girl mentioned Xia An's puppet cat, who probably ran to her house after being hungry for a few days, and ate her new mint cake, which seemed to taste good, and planned to keep it for a long time , I asked Xia An for her opinion, and the pudding ordered in the supermarket last month was also due, wondering if she wanted to renew it.

Only then did Xia An remember the apartment far away in Melbourne that she had left in a hurry.

At this moment, when I calm down and think about it, it was really a mess.

Last month's utility bills have not been settled, and my bottle of cucumber-scented water and lotion has also run out, and I don't know where the shopping list I wrote before was thrown away.

Counting it, the rose jam sent by the Taiwanese grandma in the refrigerator seems to have expired long ago.

With a headache, he clicked the icon on the reply bar, quickly typed a few words on the keyboard with his fingers, thought for a while, shook his head and deleted them one by one, hesitated to type a few more words, paused for a while and deleted them again.

After repeating it several times, she curled up her fingers in frustration, and suddenly fell into some kind of unspeakable loss for no reason.

There seemed to be a lot of things she wanted to ask the girl for help, but her mind was in chaos, and she didn't know what to reply.

The phone on the coffee table flickered twice, Xia An reached out to touch it, but the screen went black after unlocking it.

The overloaded operation without charging for several days exhausted the last battery, and the mobile phone automatically shut down.

She hurriedly jumped off the sofa, rummaged through the suitcase for the charger, and soon fell down beside the suitcase in resentment. Although she reminded herself N times before leaving, she still forgot to bring it.

It was only then that she suddenly realized that her life had been so absent-minded.

An Hongdou's cold voice floated in his ears unexpectedly - "In these years, without him, you have lived a very good life alone."

Xia An laughed at herself, no, life is terrible.

She buried her head wearily between her bent legs, and finally confessed weakly:

Xia An, you would not have a good life without Wang Junkai.

Deep words should be said shallowly.

It's a long way to go slowly.

And those old wounds must be felt frankly.

In the long time in the future, alone, rubbing gently.

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