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Lin Shixi was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, still with that listless look of beating cabbages: "Have you changed?"

Shen Wang lifted up the hem of his short sleeves.

The trousers were hooked down, revealing a little pink fabric.

Lin Shixi stared at it for a long time: "No, it doesn't feel good. I'm still very unhappy. I want to die peacefully."

Speaking of this, her voice stopped again, and she changed her words logically: "No, according to my current mood, I shouldn't die peacefully, I might cheat the corpse."

"..."

The little girl may have been really hit, and before 09:30, she limply hugged the quilt and went to sleep.

Every time she was in a bad mood, she would go to sleep with her head covered.

Shen Wang dimmed the brightness of the bedside lamp in the room, then found the remote control of the air conditioner, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room, and then walked towards the French windows.

On the wooden table in front of the window, there was Lin Shixi's computer.

There is a book on the computer.

It was the one she had been holding on to all this time.

Shen Wang turned on the floor lamp beside the table, leaned over and took the book, sat down on the wicker chair in front of the table, glanced down at the title of the book——"Being and Time", the author is Martin Heidegger.

The last time I saw this name was in Lin Shixi's notebook, it was two years ago.

Lin Shixi likes to take notes when reading a book, and will copy down some sentences he likes when he encounters them. At that time, he flipped through two pages at random, and the page he opened happened to have this name on it.

Black and white, beautiful and smooth fonts.

"Man was thrown into this world. He is an insignificant created being with limited ability and between life and death. He is inexplicably full of concerns and fears in his heart. This created being needs to take care of the world. Problems are taken care of, and the ego itself is often troubled.

—Martin Heidegger. "

To be honest, Shen Wang read it twice at that time, but he didn't understand what it said.

He really has no literary talent.

Of course, this book is no exception, after reading half a page, Shen Zhu began to pinch the corners of his eyes.

Eyelids also started to jump.

How should I put it, this kind of book can only be read by Lin Shixi. The content is too academic, and it is boring and profound. There are dozens of words in a sentence, and there is not even a punctuation mark for sentence breaks.

Shen Wang really had a headache watching it.

Still want to sleep.

This should belong to the kind of book that he bought and put on the bookshelf, and he would not even open it when it was put into ashes.

Purely for decoration.

Shen Wang raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, turned his head to glance at Lin Shixi who was sleeping on the bed, the little girl was buried under the quilt, only half of her side face was exposed, her long black and soft hair was scattered on the pillow, which set off her His face was a little pale, and his eyelashes hung wetly on his eyelids.

After a while, Shen Zhu frowned and sighed.

Then turn around and force yourself to continue looking down.

In the middle of the night, it began to rain in the mountains.

The strong wind wandered back and forth between the mountains and forests, rustling the vegetation in the forest, and there was a faint sound of thunder rolling in the distance. Lightning tore through the dark cloud-covered night, and soon there were thunderstorms, and heavy rain poured down instantly.

Lin Shixi woke up from the dream.

It happened that a dazzling lightning pierced the night sky, and the room was bright for a moment, but was soon covered by darkness again. When she just woke up, her consciousness was still a little chaotic, and she felt at a loss as to where she was.

Lin Shixi closed his eyes for a while and regained consciousness little by little.

She touched the phone under the pillow, turned on the screen, and checked the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning.

Putting down the phone, another thunderbolt fell, Lin Shixi bit the tip of her tongue, and exhaled lightly, the heart in her chest was still beating violently, as if she hadn't broken free from her dream.

The pain on the tip of her tongue woke her up.

She opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the ceiling in the darkness.

She has not dreamed of Lin Miao for many years.

The time she spent with Lin Miao was actually very little, and she had no memories of her infancy. When she was older, Lin Miao and Jiang Zonghuai divorced, and Lin Miao failed to take her away. Years later, Lin Miao died of illness.

Lin Shixi has only two deepest impressions of her mother. One is that she was protected by Lin Miao in her arms, silently enduring Jiang Zonghuai's violence; a girl.

Some time ago, in an activity organized by Jiang University Student Union, I wrote a letter to my parents when I was young.

At that time, she stared at the letter paper for a long time.

In the end, I only wrote one sentence: Mom, it's not your fault for having a daughter, and it's not my fault for being a girl. You didn't feel sorry for me, let alone your husband.

In the letter to her father, she still failed to leave the word "Dad", and only used a distant address: Mr. Jiang, please don't rush to say love, I hope you can think clearly, if your wife You only have one daughter, will you still love her?

She never denied the relationship between Lin Miao and Jiang Zonghuai.

Love is real, and it did exist, but then it disappeared and became love.

The so-called love is ultimately nothing compared to the ridiculous family inheritance.

Another muffled thunder exploded in his ears, Lin Shixi suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head and looked out the window, the night in the mountains is different from the city, there are no lights, the surroundings are very dark, you can't see anything, you can only hear the dull rolling The sound of thunder and pouring rain.

The room was very quiet.

Shen Wang was sleeping two or three meters away from her.

This is a family suite, with a living room outside and a bedroom inside. There are two beds, one near the window, one near the door, and a low bedside table in the middle.

At this moment, Lin Shixi suddenly wanted to get close to him.

She turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed, walked barefoot to Shen Wang's bed, stretched out her hand and gently pulled off his quilt: "Shen Wang."

Shen Wang was already a light sleeper, and the thunder outside the window made him unable to fall asleep, but he had a headache from reading yesterday, and he was so sleepy that he didn't even want to open his eyes.

The moment she heard Lin Shixi's voice, Shen Wang woke up a little, opened his eyes and found that the bedside lamp had been turned on, but the brightness was turned down to a very low level, the little girl bent over and stood by the bed, pulling A little bit of his quilt.

Shen Wang squinted his eyes sleepily, thinking that she couldn't sleep because of the noise from the thunder: "Is it noisy?"

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and indistinct, with obvious sleepiness that had not dissipated.

Lin Shixi didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to throw off his quilt, squeezed in with his head down, and then reached out to hug him.

There was a touch of softness in the arms, and Shen Zhuan's eyes instantly became clear, he subconsciously embraced the little girl's waist, lowered his head and lowered his eyes to look at her.

The little girl buried her head in his neck, she couldn't see her face, her long black and soft hair was scattered casually, and she was wearing a thin pajamas with a small sling.