The girl decided to leave.

She took the late-night train alone to a strange city.

In the waiting hall, with her feet raised in salute, she calmly looked at her phone, turning on the screen over and over again.

No one said anything about his departure.

But he will know.

girl wants.

You should know.

That boy always surprises her again and again.

Never disappoints.

Time just passes by minute by minute. The train is about to arrive.

She took one last look at her phone.

Stunned.

New news.

It's the boy's number.

No need for notes, you can recite it even in your dream.

What he said is.

"Xiaoya, I'm going to end the nightmare."

"Sleep well."

She stared at the message for a long time.

I didn't understand what the boy meant.

I just feel a little uneasy.

It seems like something very important is about to happen.

The girl seemed to be sleepwalking in a hazy state.

She didn't know how she got into the car.

When the rumbling sound started, I woke up.

She looked out the window in panic.

That's a platform that's rapidly retreating.

Soon it will be time to switch to wild scenery.

This train left the small town where she lived without any hesitation and rushed towards a strange and unknown distance.

There was such a moment that she frantically wanted to get off the car.

go back.

The boy will still wait for her in the town.

But the rumbling train will not stop for her alone.

It's like this time is moving forward and never looking back.

The girl found a job as a network administrator in this coastal city.

She works when it's dark.

At dawn, I went back to the dark room to sleep.

But she had trouble falling asleep.

I have nightmares day by day.

The girl started smoking and taking tranquillizers.

The expression on her face became more and more indifferent.

The past is buried deeply.

Since leaving that small town, she has never had contact with her former friends and classmates.

Naturally, she won't know either.

It was also the day she left.

A murder occurred in the small town.

The police searched for a long time, but still found no whereabouts of the murderer.

One night three months later.

Girl smokes at the bar.

The door curtain rattled.

The girl didn't even look up.

"Two and a half dollars an hour, fifteen dollars all night, the box is full, get your identity..."

She was stunned.

The man lying on the bar, smelling of alcohol and with long greasy hair.

Is it you?

The girl's eyes fluctuated violently.

It was unbelievable and painful.

In an instant, all the emotions turned into thick ice.

She waved a feather duster.

"roll!"

"This is where you can come too!"

"What to drink!"

"Get out of here, mom!"

He awkwardly blocked it with his hands.

A moment of unbearability flashed in the girl's eyes.

That's obviously a hand that can draw the sea and wooden houses on canvas shoes.

Now it's used for drinking.

But no matter how much the girl beat him, he just smiled foolishly and talked about Xiaoya Xiaoya.

Not leaving alive or dead.

The girl said coldly.

"She's dead."

The man hurriedly raised his head and shot out from under his bangs a pair of eyes like a dying beast.

After seeing the girl's face, her eyes softened again.

"Xiaoya is not dead."

He smiled.

"Not dead."

The days passed by listening to it.

He became a frequent visitor to the Internet cafe.

People here call men Changmao.

"This drunkard's hair is really long."

"It's so dirty."

Every time I hear someone talking like this.

The girl rushed over to quarrel with them with a cold face.

No reason is needed.

No need to think about excuses.

Just curse him to death.

Everyone knows that this female network administrator has a fierce and weird personality.

Gradually, no one discussed it anymore.

Changmao seems to have no ID card.

He uses a temporary card to access the Internet, which costs one yuan more.

This is supposed to be the case, but the girl gave him two and a half yuan.

Changmao didn't say anything, he just turned on his phone, curled up in a ball in his chair, and stared blankly at QQ, which was on the phone.
To be continued...