Chapter 14 overnight

Near midnight, suddenly the rain came. Rain beats on the unclosed pages of type. She fell on the table and dozed off. The raindrops hit the glass window, waking her up and breaking her vague dream along the way.Time has always been like an erratic female ghost, full of resentment, she can't be sure what kind of grievances will be washed away in the dream just now, if she doesn't wake up.So, what kind of grievances are still buried in this world when the rain's gavel woke her up?In such a deep night. Time is like a female ghost!She suddenly read this sentence from the book, like seeing a tombstone on a path full of spring flowers, she couldn't help touching her cheek, it turned out that she was also old.

Does waiting make you old? After the years that were too gorgeous could not withstand some wind, frost, rain and dew, all the splendor disappeared, and she still returned to the simple female body before the years, but she couldn't go back to the snow without claws.For example, water, no matter how stormy the waves are, the water is still water, but it was clear at the beginning, and there was warm white smoke under the sun, but now it is stained with dust, and it is so cold that it has no blood. This is the old reason! She turned off the headlights, leaving only a lonely desk lamp. The pages of the book were not seriously wet, but their feet were curled up. What a pity! She thought, this page is wonderfully written, and the red thread she has critiqued is still nestled Next to the typeface, "Time is like a female ghost", one of the sentences says so, and her red thread also leads here, like giving the female ghost a red silk scarf to keep out the cold.Isn't the unfolded book just a stele with characters engraved on it!A little further past the stele is the light and shadow cast by the table lamp. She thought, is this moonlight?I specially took photos in her tomb and said to her: The Chuanhua Trail in the past is my favorite!How young you were at that time, walking around tirelessly, like a row of typefaces, now, I finally want to tell you the meaning of typefaces.

As for the rain in the middle of the night, it drenched in her cup, intending to imprison the newly brewed tea overnight.