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On the way back, neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was not awkward. The noisy street became a black and white landscape painting. Xiang Yun counted the bluestone slabs under her feet. She had walked [-] steps since the big tree.

When they returned to the guest room, the sun outside was already burning hot on their skin.

One past two at noon is the time when the sun is at its most unbridled.

Taking a nap can not only avoid the hottest period, but also relax, this is the idea of ​​Xiang Yun and Lin Zhixin.

When they each lay in bed, no one could fall asleep.

Xiang Yun was extremely nervous. When she thought of her sleeping in the same room with Lin Zhixin, Lin Zhixin was lying on the bed less than two meters away from her. Her heart seemed to be equipped with a powerful motor, beating so fast And fast, can't stop at all.

She closed her eyes and tried her best not to think about Lin Zhixin. How could she know that her thoughts were not under her own control at all. The more she couldn't think about it, the clearer her mind became. All the sleepiness was gone.

She tried her best to drive away the distracting thoughts in her heart, but she couldn't deal with it with a calm mind even though there was nothing special about it.

On another bed not far away, Lin Zhixin was lying flat with her eyes closed, her face was very peaceful, but her eyelids trembled occasionally, showing that she was not asleep either.

The room is very quiet. Although the street downstairs is very noisy, the sound insulation effect of the windows is good. In the quiet room, if you move a little, the sound of the mattress will be infinitely amplified.

Therefore, neither of them dared to move. The two thought that the other was asleep, so they froze and tried to maintain the current position. They insisted on holding on for more than half an hour before falling asleep one after another.

Maybe it was because she was nervous when she fell asleep, Xiang Yun woke up soon after this sleep, she carefully took her phone from the bedside table to check the time, it was 02:30.

Lin Zhixin seemed to be still asleep, and Xiang Yun was worried that if he got up at this time, the noise he made might disturb Lin Zhixin, so he put on the earphones and closed his eyes to listen to the book.

Her voice was kept quiet, if Lin Zhixin woke up or moved, she could hear her.

"Xiang Yun, how long have you been awake?"

At about three o'clock, Xiang Yun heard Lin Zhixin call her name, so he took off his earphones and replied:

"Just woke up for a while."

Lin Zhixin sat up, put her hands together and stretched her waist. She was relatively close to the window, put on a dress, got out of bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains. The occlusion of the building casts a large shadow.

"It's a bit cloudy outside, do you want to go out for a stroll?"

She smiled back and suggested.

The soft white sunlight came in from the window and reflected on Lin Zhixin, the light was soft and warm.

Xiang Yun nodded in agreement, then lifted the quilt and got up to get dressed.

Lin Zhixin first went to the bathroom attached to the guest room to freshen up. After Xiang Yun got dressed, she boiled a pot of water and moistened her throat with hot water.

It was almost four o'clock when they went out, and there were still many people on the streets of the ancient town, shoulder to shoulder, Lin Zhixin smiled and said that they should come back when there are fewer people, because there are too many tourists in the scenic spots, it will always make people lose their interest in enjoying.

Xiang Yun replied with a smile:

"When there are few people, we may not have time."

Lin Zhixin turned her head and thought, this is the reason, people like them who have to work properly to support themselves can only follow the statutory holidays, they can't do whatever they want, they can come out to play whenever they want.

On this street, the vast majority of people are just like them.

Nothing to complain about.

Moreover, the important thing is not where to play, but because the people who accompany me have different meanings to me, no matter where I go, I am equally happy.

Xiang Yun and Lin Zhixin were wandering the streets of the ancient town, where there were many handmade mooncake workshops.

It's a bit late today, and there are so many people queuing up, it seems that there is no chance to go to the workshop to learn how to make mooncakes by yourself, Lin Zhixin suggested to come out early tomorrow morning, and Xiang Yun agreed with a smile.

As dinner was approaching in the evening, Xiang Yun and Lin Zhixin found a restaurant for dinner after [-] o'clock, avoiding the rush hour, and went shopping in the nearby places at night. They didn't stay outside for too long, and returned to the hotel early.

In order to get up early tomorrow to observe the handicraft workshop, Lin Zhixin and Xiang Yun decided to rest early today, recharge their energy, and have a good time tomorrow.

Perhaps because of the experience of taking a nap at noon, at night, Xiang Yun and Lin Zhixin were lying on the bed separately, and they were not so nervous.

Although she lay down earlier than usual, Xiang Yun was already tired from driving today, and they visited a lot of places in the afternoon, so she fell asleep quickly that night.

In the middle of the night, it suddenly began to rain outside, and a thunderous rumble woke Xiang Yun up.

She blinked her eyes in a daze, and glanced at the window, which was blocked by the curtain, so she couldn't see what was going on outside the window.

But soon, another bolt of lightning illuminated the night sky into day, followed by Mulei, rumbling, as if it was ringing outside the window.

Xiang Yun rubbed his eyes, turned sideways, and prepared to continue sleeping.

Suddenly, in the gap between the thunder, she faintly heard a strange sound that should not have appeared, as if someone was sobbing softly.

She froze for a moment, then opened her eyes and listened carefully.

There was a flash of thunder outside the window, and this time she could see it clearly. The moment the thunder sounded, the person on the opposite bed flinched in horror.

Lin Zhixin buried her head in the bed, and the sobbing sound became more and more clear when the thunder stopped for a while.

"teacher LIN?"

Xiang Yun raised her heart, she lifted the quilt, sat up with support, and called out tentatively.

Her voice was very low, but before she finished speaking, another thunderclap rang outside the window. Lin Zhixin hugged the quilt tightly, curled up in a ball, and did not respond to Xiang Yun's call.

Lin Zhixin was afraid of thunder and cried because of the thunder and lightning.

Xiang Yun came to such a conclusion in his mind, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

She rolled over and got off the bed, without thinking too much, walked quickly towards Lin Zhixin, and at the same time raised her voice slightly, and called again:

"teacher LIN?"

Lin Zhixin was still wrapped in the quilt, and she didn't poke her head out, but this time she heard Xiang Yun's voice, and she responded muffledly:

"Ah."

There was a viscous cry in the voice.

Xiang Yun stretched out his hand tentatively, and his fingertips touched Lin Zhixin's thin quilt. Lin Zhixin, who was hiding under the quilt, trembled subconsciously, and then consciously held back, not avoiding Xiang Yun's hand.

"It sounds scary, but you can't get in."

Xiang Yun's speech was clumsy and she couldn't comfort others, so what she said didn't have the effect of comforting at all.

When the thunder sounded, Lin Zhi's heart trembled again.

Xiang Yun bit her lip, moved closer, and squatted beside Lin Zhixin's bed. Because of Lin Zhixin's acquiescence, she did not withdraw her hand, but patted Lin Zhixin's shoulder carefully, Continue to try to comfort Lin Zhixin with irrelevant words:

"Mr. Lin, don't be afraid, it will stop after a while."

Xiang Yun said something to comfort Lin Zhixin, but Lin Zhixin didn't answer her.

She was not discouraged, and thought about how to invigorate the atmosphere at this time. She just told Lin Zhixin not to be afraid, but she couldn't really tell Lin Zhixin not to be afraid. If Lin Zhixin's attention was diverted, it would be better.

So, she wanted to repeat the old trick, turned around to get the phone, and planned to find two jokes or short stories and read them to Lin Zhixin.

But just as she got up, she suddenly felt that the corner of her clothes was being grabbed. Xiang Yun was taken aback, and immediately lowered her head, and saw a hand stretched out from under the thin quilt, grabbing the corner of Xiang Yun's clothes.

"teacher LIN?"

Xiang Yun tentatively called out.

The thin quilt loosened slightly, but Lin Zhixin did not reveal her head.

"……do not go."

Lin Zhi said weakly.

Xiang Yun's heart softened, and she didn't think about whether it was a joke or not. She went back to the bed. Lin Zhixin deliberately stepped back a little to make room. Xiang Yun understood that Lin Zhixin wanted her to sit on the bed side.

"Then I sit here?"

In order not to appear abrupt, she sought Lin Zhixin's opinion.

The person under the thin quilt nodded, perhaps worried that Xiang Yun would not be able to see him, and gave a soft "hmm".

Xiang Yun felt a little more at ease, and Lin Zhixin was willing to communicate with her, and let her stay by her side, which was much better than keeping silent just now.

"I want to find a joke to read to you, not really leaving."

Xiang Yun frankly stated her plan just now, and her cheeks turned red after she finished speaking, she was a little embarrassed, after all, this method was too clumsy, but fortunately Lin Zhixin covered her head under the quilt, so she couldn't see her shyness.

"do not go."

Lin Zhixin repeated it again, her voice full of worry.

Xiang Yun reached out and patted Lin Zhixin's shoulder again, and replied:

"Okay, I won't go."

Lin Zhixin then stopped talking, and the sobbing in the bed became quieter, but she still didn't let go of the corner of Xiang Yun's pajamas.

Of course Xiang Yun didn't mind Lin Zhixin grabbing the corner of her clothes, she was just worried that Lin Zhixin would not be able to breathe if she was so stuffy in the quilt.

There was a burst of thunder outside the house, and there was no intention of reducing it at all.

After a short silence, Xiang Yun asked carefully:

"Is it too boring for you to bury your head like this? Or, come out to catch your breath?"

Lin Zhixin shook her head vigorously, trembling with fear:

"No."

Xiang Yun felt a little guilty. She thought that maybe Lin Zhixin heard such a loud noise because she was sleeping on the bed next to the window. She felt that the thunder was very close to her, and it would be better on the side near the wall.

But she chose the inner bed first, and Lin Zhixin was forced to sleep outside.

"Sorry……"

Thinking of this, she apologized sadly.

There was another brief silence, the thunder stopped, Lin Zhixin stopped trembling, and the thin quilt was released, revealing Lin Zhixin's tear-stained face, she looked at Xiang Yun with teary eyes, and asked with a sob:

"Why are you apologizing?"

Xiang Yun then sadly explained her reasons. Lin Zhixin was very sad at first, but the thunder at night always reminded her of the time when she was kidnapped in high school.

At that time, she was hidden in the workshop of a factory, blindfolded, everything around her was pitch black, exactly the same as tonight's night, and the roar of the machinery running was like endless thunder.

So when the thunder sounded, she felt great fear, and the time was shortened in an instant, staying at the time when she was most frightened.

Even though so many years had passed, the harm that the experience had brought to her was still honestly reflected in her body, and she shrank into a ball, terrified.

But the reason Xiang Yun gave her made her sad all of a sudden, and she even forgot her fear for a short time.

She sniffed, bit her lip and said:

"I'm afraid of thunder, but I can still hear thunder inside, it doesn't matter which bed I sleep on."

The nasal sound has not subsided, and she has not finished crying.

As a result, the person comforting and comforted changed their identities inexplicably.