"I see a lot, and sometimes I feel that I don't know the person in the mirror: short hair, thick bangs, long eyebrows, slightly raised, a small blue mole on the tip of the left eye, always seems to cry. My shoulders are very narrow, and I am tall. He's not tall, and he looks like a high school student in a small T-shirt. In fact, he's already twenty-five years old. My husband and I are college classmates. After we got married, we lived in Shenyang, a small apartment on the bank of the Hun River.There is only one room besides the living room, and the computer and desk are in the bedroom.Every time he typed on the keyboard until late at night, I would lie down and read a book and stay with him all the time.

Sometimes I would fall asleep while reading a book, and I often saw a scene in my dream: a Japanese-style room paved with bamboo mats, with small windows that were opened very high, and the sun was shining down.A piece of white mist.In the daylight, a man in a kimono could be seen sitting there with his knees curled up.There is a cup of hot tea beside me, and the breath curls up. In my dreams, I always want to look more carefully. What is the ink painting on the wall?Is the man's kimono dark blue or charcoal black? But when you get closer, the dream will dissipate at once. Nothing to see anymore.

In the autumn of 2009, the game that my husband had made for a busy year was bought by an American, and it quickly became popular on the Internet and made some money. He then discussed with me about changing the house.I have no idea about this kind of thing, it's all up to him to decide.Half a month later, he asked me to go with him to see the new house in the picture. It turned out to be a two-story building in the garden of a high-end villa on Fengtian Street in the old city: the first floor is the living room and kitchen, and the second floor is four rooms.All have been renovated and ready to move in.

I'm a little surprised, didn't even know we were so rich already. He asked me: "How do you feel? Are you satisfied?" I just smiled and nodded, and then the two of them signed the contract that the real estate agent had already prepared. After moving, the space is larger, and life is not the same as before.Watching TV, receiving friends is downstairs; he works and programs, and I have a room for reading and writing; of course, I still sleep in the bedroom, due to various reasons, such as busyness or absence, I have not been warm for a long time. I read very late that night, Li Bihua's novel "Pan Jinlian".It is about this woman, who was killed by the strong man Wu Song for committing the crime of infidelity in her previous life. She raised her head and went to hell. She refused to drink Mengpo soup, and vowed to remember everything in this life and take revenge one by one in the next reincarnation.

I finished reading the story and it was past midnight. I knocked on his door and asked, "Are you still asleep?" Without raising his head, he answered me: "In a while, I have to finish this thing. I will report to the American boss tomorrow." I quit, feeling hungry, and went downstairs to warm a glass of milk to drink, only to find that the light in the living room had been turned off.I reached out to press the switch, but someone pressed the back of my hand.Looking back, I found that it was no longer my living room. In a Japanese-style room, the floor is made of bamboo mats, and the small window streams bright white sunlight. The person who held my hand was actually that Japanese man. I looked up at him: short black hair, white skin, dark black Small eyes, thin lips.

I want to ask: who are you? After struggling for a long time but unable to make a sound, I suddenly opened my eyes in the confusion, and found that it was already the next morning. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, and my husband patted my face next to me: "It's really good!" You slept here all night."