e rarely exquisite. His eyes were very beautiful, clear, shi

r face burning. In a panic, she l

wintersweet plum, parrot and oriole, swan and crane, beautiful clothes and dolls, buildings and furniture, and also beautiful men

rs. The hem of his clothes swayed naturally with each step, and his right hand was always in his trouser pocket. H

any posture freely, and could only be placed in the trouser pocket. "Well. That arm doesn't exist at all." Corne

ng to calm herself down. A minute la

he table and wrote on the paper with a pencil

man at Table 33 didn't say anything. Cornelia didn't say anything more. She thought that Nina Wu must

the left hand to serve the coffee. He was used to it, so it was natural, just like every person who used

"Cornelia, put it there. You can leave now." Cornelia felt uncomfortable as if

ing outside the door.

e Zhongguancun Street, which belonged to the city. It was quiet in the night, which was much less restless in the daytime. The flowers and trees in the parterre were rusty and the bamboo sha

aking the twilight a little dimmer. There were people passing by on the stree

veral cars. They were beautiful, with smooth b

's eyes

the car. From afar, he greeted t

o his trouser pocket. His posture was still like that

. She thought she had dozed off on the

ed shadows,

smiled. There were dimples on her cheeks,

sitting here?" He stopped two

e was awake, not in a dream. She just had a sluggish br

"How is

ery hot." She put her thumb at the edge of the coat pocket and

on that made him smile. He said,

brown medicine bottle in it. He said, "This

r a while and then reached out to tak

and a little tremble. It was a very strange feeling

ere is your home? Le

and said, "No, thanks.

home. I only use one arm,

She either nodded or shook her head

han ten o'clock in five minutes. He

led and tur

saw the complex expression in Marshall's eyes and

, started it, turned sm

lia, Marshall as

guest." She put the medicine bottle into her pocket qu

said, "Wh

ound that I could catch the last bus of several buses at this time

iling or in pain. Cornelia skipped over and pulled his sleeve. "Let's go." Noti

a little.

him across the parking lot

ll the way. He wanted to say to her, "Corne

d went back to school. When they were about to leave, Marshall

a little angry. But she still smiled and said, "Marshall, you have no right to ask me like that. But it

miliar with her back, which he had watched silently for count

He didn't know what was wrong with h