woman in front of the mirror

Chapter 5 doesn't matter

It was the next day that Yi Han saw Shi Hui sent her an email. She saw that the email was very long, and it took her a while to read it from beginning to end.

Shi Hui's film reviews are not written by herself, but by the director of the film itself, very professional.

She detailed the lens language and editing effects; analyzed the hints of the details in the scene layout to the protagonist's psychological changes before and after; the performance level of the actors, the background music, which country's composer; the technical techniques in the fragmented scenes, and the overall emotion of the story keynote······

She can tell the full names of those foreign actors and directors, as well as some other works closely related to them.

She rarely reveals her own intuitive emotions about the story itself.

She made Yi Han feel that she knew a lot first.

Another night, Yi Han packed up early and went to bed first. She also took the charger for her mobile phone to the bed. She covered herself from head to toe with a thin sky blue blanket, waiting for the deceased to log on like this.She didn't know what kind of work she did, but she learned that she was usually very busy, so they needed to make an appointment in advance to chat.

"Are you there, the dead are like this."

"exist."

"I've read your email."

"So you've seen it."

"I saw it a long time ago, but I didn't think about what to say for a while. You seem to understand everything."

"I've seen some movies."

"Just pick what you like?"

"No. First of all, I will read each of them, and only after watching them will I know which ones are good and which ones are not."

"That's going to take a lot of time."

"They do take up a lot of my down time."

"You like them very much."

"Watching movies is one of my hobbies."

"Do you have hobbies, Yi Han?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Oh, so your name is 'Yi Han'."

"Then tell me what your name is?"

"I'll show you my passport when I have a chance to meet. I've never been used to saying my name to others. It feels weird."

"Do you like him that way?"

"How?"

"Dedicated to art."

"do not like."

"why?"

"Then do you like it?"

"I do not like."

"correct."

"You recommend some movie titles, I will find time to watch them."

"Would you take them seriously?"

"meeting."

"I'll recommend some to you later, you have to read them carefully."

"If you read them all seriously, I'll treat you to coffee."

"You seem to want to marry your precious daughter to me, so I told you from left to right."

"'Marry my daughter to you', you made me laugh, Yi Han."

The dynamic information in Yi Han's □□ space is very complicated, and she doesn't often sort them out backwards.

One day, Yi Han fell in love with a romantic drama, and after she finished watching it, she took pictures one by one, and told it from beginning to end in her own language and emotions in the space like a story.

One day, Yi Han bought a pair of embroidered shoes with large peony flowers embroidered on the blue background. She wore them barefoot, and the heel was worn out and bled. She took a photo of the bleeding foot that was still wearing the embroidered shoe, and kept it into space.

That day, Yi Han wrote a paragraph, she wrote:

"Last night I thought that you would come to see me soon, so I fell asleep quickly. But I dreamed that you had come, and we went to see the sea together. I put one ear close to your chest, listening to the sound of the waves and your voice." Heartbeat. I still remember it when I woke up in the morning, I compiled it into a message and sent it to you, you heard the sound of my message in your dream, you should wake up now."

Shi Hui continued to browse Yi Han's space dynamics, saw her selfie, felt that she was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

She also saw a message left by Yi Han about her changing her mobile phone number.

A string of messages compiled into the number she is currently using just caught Shi Hui's eyes.

Yi Han went to bed early to lie down again that night, with her mobile phone and charger at hand.

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was on a vast expanse of sea. The sea was black, and the eyes were black. There was no wind, and there was no smell of humidity, but there was a person beside me. I don't know who he is Who, hardly knows his gender. Because I was on deck, he has been hiding in the cabin. He said to me suddenly, 'We are on the back of a whale'. I understood what he meant, and turned to Looking at the water in front of me, I actually agreed with him in my heart. He said 'we are on the back of a whale'!"

"What did you do before bed?"

"I didn't do anything, just looked at some seascape paintings by Claude Lorrain on the computer."

"So you dreamed of the sea. What else did you do?"

"Also, staring at the cover of the nearly empty notebook for a moment."

"What kind of cover is that?"

"That is, a cover with an image of a killer whale with a black back."

"I see."

Yi Han had just finished reading a new message from Rusi, the deceased, when the phone rang. She was taken aback by surprise at first, and then glanced at it, but it was an unfamiliar number in this city. She hesitated for a while before answering. up.

She didn't care, and lazily said to the other end of the phone, "Hello..."

"I see, Yi Han."

Yi Han listened to the voice from the other end of the phone, and it sounds good intuitively, as if the sea breeze with special vocals would make it. The very standard enunciation with a beautiful feeling is obviously much more mature than the sea breeze up.Then she realized that she was just like the dead person, she got nervous, touched the hang up button with her fingers, and hung up the other party's phone straight away.

Immediately afterwards, she received a new message from her via QQ:

"Did I scare you, Yi Han?"

"How do you know my number?"

"The one you left in the space before, forgot?"

"I remember now."

"Yi Han, I'm free at noon tomorrow, let's meet."

"Where will I meet?"

"It's near your school. I'll drive over to find you, and I'll let you know when I get there. Don't be nervous, we'll just sit and walk around."

"I heard it will rain tomorrow."

"what is the relationship?"

"It doesn't matter."