In the past, Han jingnian, who was always slow to respond to Zhang's inquiry, nodded his head slightly at the moment when his voice was settled: "OK."

Zhang tezhu, who escaped from the four words of "red face and poor life", immediately walked to the bedside.

As soon as he reached out to take the cell phone left by summer's goodnight, he felt a cold light like a knife coming at him. He immediately stopped and touched his aching wrist: "President Han, don't forget to take the mobile phone of his wife."

After years of neglect, Han walked leisurely to the bedside and picked up his cell phone.

On the way home, sitting in the back seat of Han jingnian, looking out of the window at the scene of continuous retrogression, suddenly my mind came up with the scene of last night.

Last night, after finishing his work, he went to the front of the elevator, only to think of today's maintenance of the elevator, so he chose the stairs. As a result, half of the stairs were turned off.

The windows of the stairs are very small, facing the main road of people. There is no light reflected into the stairs, so that the world he was in was dark.

Black is the most fatal short board in his life. This short board was not born, but when he was very young, because the thing that he didn't dare to think about in these years but couldn't control when it was dark all around him, which made him afraid of the dark from now on.

In the words of the doctor, this is called "dark phobia".

So over the years, he has never let himself appear in a place without light. Even when he is sleeping, a light must be on his bedside table

Last night, when he was in the dark with his fingers out of his hands, those familiar symptoms, like a tsunami, suddenly flooded him, with palpitations, sweating, breathing, trembling, weak hands and feet

It was the most difficult time for him, close to death, but struggling desperately. Just when he was closest to death, he saw the light I saw her, too.

"President Han, here we are."

Zhang's voice interrupted Han jingnian's wandering. He looked at it intently, and unconsciously came downstairs.

He just Even on the way, distracted her all the way?

He held the tip of her cell phone and shivered.



After coming out of the company, Xia goodnight found that she had tears on her face when she didn't know.

From her carry on bag, she casually turned over a piece of paper towel and wiped her eyes. Seeing that there was an empty car coming, she quickly reached out and stopped it.

When she got into the car, she reported her address and looked out of the window.

Her ears were like magic, echoing his faint voice: "when did she enter Hanshi?"

Her eyes were sore, and tears began to flow.

The taxi driver found that she was crying. He took a few paper towels and handed them to her: "girl, life is always more bitter than sweet, so you should make yourself happy as much as possible. Wipe your tears and stop crying."

Xia goodnight politely said thanks to the taxi driver and reached out to take the paper towel. When she bowed her head and wiped her tears, it was hard to avoid another sour feeling in her heart. A stranger would comfort her if he saw her sad, but he But he Let alone the bottom of the heart, even the bottom of the eye has never been put in.