Director Dong was overjoyed and kept thanking me.

"By the way, I heard something wrong with your voice. Do you have a cold? If it's serious, don't go there. I'll find someone else..."

I touched my throat and said, "No, maybe I just came back from outside and drank the cold wind. I'm fine."

Director Dong did not suspect him, and after he finished his business, he began to tell me not to overdo it during the Chinese New Year, to pay attention to my health, and not to go to the hospital during the Chinese New Year as he was. The nagging is a bit of nagging, but I know that he cares about me. After listening patiently, I also let him recuperate.

Hanging up the phone, there was no sound in the room, and it returned to the silence that could be heard by falling needles.

The snow was still falling outside, so huge and so silent. The cold gradually took over every corner, piercing the human body, scraping the bones, as if even the blood was about to coagulate.

Going to the window, I looked downstairs. The streets are sparsely populated and there are not many cars, and the whole world seems to slow down.

The snowflakes were blown by the wind and danced in the air, like slow motion.

What a nice view.

The all-white world is breathtakingly beautiful.

Open the window and reach outside. In the cold wind, the snowflakes fell on the palm of the hand, and before they felt the coolness, they turned into a pool of miserable snow.

I stared at my palm for a long time. Until the five fingers gradually became numb, the melted snow slipped down the palm lines little by little, and hit the ground with gravity.

Tightening your fingers, trying to hold something, only accelerated the melting of the snow, making it less for you to have.

The more you struggle, the more you have nothing.

The nails sank deep into my palm, stinging, and I clenched my fists until my whole hand was shaking slightly from the force.

I closed my eyes, and finally had to recognize the reality, stop fighting, let go of my five fingers, and let the last trace of snow dissipate with the wind.

I lied.

I lied to Director Dong that I was fine.

But how could I be okay...

Half an hour ago, I was still hesitating whether to "go ahead" or "stop here", and I was still telling myself that even if it was difficult, but as long as he liked me, I was willing to give it a try. I'm just... so funny.

Shang Muxiao coaxed me to have a sweet dream and made me feel that everything was getting better. Now I wake up and find that nothing has changed.

He was right, as long as you gave me a little warmth and a little sunshine, I would succumb to the illusion he created for me called "love", open up my heart to him obediently, and easily hand over everything I have.

I was stupid and naive to really think that there would be someone... someone would love a crippled like me.

In the end, my heartbeat, my sinking, and all my compromises seemed to him nothing but an expected victory.

A little bit, enduring the pain, I opened the scabbed wound and showed him my true heart. I thought he would be happy, but he actually didn't need it at all, and he might even dislike it. Seeing me working so hard, he didn't know how to laugh at me as a fool behind my back, laugh at me being fooled by him so easily and surrendering my sincerity so easily.

Maybe I did catch a cold. I had a headache and a sore throat. It was like sleepwalking. I rolled up the quilt.

"Among the few of us, Bei Jing is the best to cheat." Jing Shen was reading a book in the upper bunk, and suddenly pointed his head and said.

Lu Feiheng was playing computer games. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "He even believes that Yui Hatano is your fiancee, what do you think?"

I raised my head from the paper and defended myself: "I said it all, that's because Jingshen showed me a photo and said that the girl in it was his wife, so I thought it was really someone he knew. …”

"I know, why don't I know?" Jing Shen shouted, "She is my wife!"

Xu Wei came out of the bathroom with a plate of fruit in his hand. He walked over to each bed and stuffed a handful of crispy dates.

"If you know a fart, you know how to bully Xiaoji." Xu Wei is the oldest among us, and he always thinks of himself as a big brother, "Is Xiaojie easy to deceive? No, he is just kind. He doesn't know, there are some people in this world. You don't need a reason to lie." As he spoke, he touched my head.

"It doesn't matter, there will be us in the future. My eyes are poisonous. Let me tell you, no one wants to lie to us, little mustard, when we are covered!"

Jing Shen said with oath, and Lu Feiheng flew a jujube nucleus to the center of his forehead.

"It's just that you lied to him all the time, you still say it, you still say it!"

"Lu Feiheng, don't lose your quality..."

I looked at them, and my heart was full of disappointment, and I couldn't explain why they were so sad.

Just a little longer, let me stay in this moment a little longer...

Unfortunately, even if it is my own dream, it is not up to me to call the shots.

I blinked, woke up from the darkness, raised my hand to wipe my face, and touched a cold tear.

Liars are all liars.

There are too many liars in this world.

It's only four in the morning, but I can't sleep. I went into the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. When I looked in the mirror, I was a little scared by how bad I looked.

Her hair was messed up, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was pale, her lips were dry and chapped... Most importantly, her eyes had no expression at all, like a walking corpse.

The porridge was cooked in the rice cooker, I hurriedly took a shower, changed my clothes, took care of myself a little, and when I finished washing, the porridge was ready.

After two bowls of hot porridge, the figure seemed to come alive.

The mobile phone in the living room is fully charged, there are several missed calls and many unread text messages.

After flipping through it, there are group text messages from colleagues, promotional advertisements from businesses, and... from Shang Muxiao.

Why don't you answer my call?

You're still mad at me, aren't you?

What do you want me to do so you don't get angry?

I may be annoyed that I am so ignorant of praise, so hard to coax. The last message was sent at eleven o'clock last night, and he hasn't texted or called since then.