This night may not be called evening.

At four o'clock in the morning, A Sheng opened his eyes from his sleep and saw Gu Cheng who shouldn't have appeared in the attic.

Gu Cheng was wearing a black straight-collar shirt, and because he was at home, he didn't wear a tie. He didn't sleep so late and stayed in front of A Sheng's bed, and he clearly had something to say to A Sheng.

Gu Cheng was like an old monk entering into meditation. When he saw A Sheng woke up, he didn't speak, and maintained his original posture, as if he was thinking about something and was out of divine sense.

After sitting for too long, Gu Cheng felt a little numb and his thinking became more and more rigid.

Under the hazy bedside light, Lu Zichu had a pear blossom between A Sheng's hair, and quietly placed it on the bedside table, with a warm color.

A Sheng felt that such silence might very likely flood her with her at some point. When she was about to say something, Gu Cheng spoke.

——A few days ago, I went to a Chinese restaurant with a few colleagues. There was a song from the 1930s, Mr. Lu Qian's "Careers".

——I remember when I was young, I loved chatting and you loved laughing. Once, I sat side by side under a peach tree, and the wind was in the forest, and the birds were singing. We didn’t know how we were sleepy, and we knew so many flowers in our dreams.

Gu Cheng recited it very slowly, his voice was low and very nice. He told this poem in a casual manner, which was warmer and nostalgic than the original meaning.

A Sheng lowered his eyes and hid all his emotions in the darkness. She could hear that Gu Cheng's voice trembled faintly.

A long time later, Gu Cheng's mouth was smiling, but his eyes were a little wet: "I still remember when I was a child, we lived together in the courtyard, boys fighting crickets and girls playing with jumping rope; we used to be so happy. Unlike now, when we grow up, but growing up is accompanied by pain. Looking back, the people in my memory, deaths, injuries... This song makes me feel very uncomfortable."

At this time, Gu Cheng had already habitually pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box, clamped it between his fingers, and took out a lighter to light it, but when he saw A Sheng, his movements were frozen there.
Chapter completed!