Chapter 11 11

You wake up in a dream, and the pure white wings are shining with light. "Why do you always say I have white wings?" you ask. "Because you are an angel." I said. You laughed and shook your hand. My eyes were filled with white smoke. "Then why are your wings black?" "Do you have to force me to admit that I am Satan?" I rubbed my head, trying to hide the slightly protruding goat horns.You laugh again. My black wings seemed to be dyed with pure white. "Listen, it seems that there is thunder." You tried to cover your ears to avoid panic.

"How can the angels who live in the sky be afraid of the thunder in the sky?" "Of course a car driving on the road will be afraid of a car accident on the road." "The elder sister taught me the lesson." I arched my fists in admiration from the bottom of my heart. "I'm sleepy again." You folded your wings and lay down on the table with your right cheek resting on your right arm. "Then go to bed." "And you?" "My wings are getting a little white, I should go get a bottle of Iron Lux black spray paint." You glanced at me, shook your head, and closed your eyes again.

After a while, you turned over and accidentally dropped a white feather. Then slowly fall asleep. And the thunder outside the window was rumbling. I don't know how long I rode the car in the wind and rain before returning to the dormitory, because at that time I seemed to be in a state of stagnation in time, and I didn't feel the passage of time. I only knew that when I entered the bedroom and took off my raincoat, I realized that my coat was soaked. But strictly speaking, it is not my discovery. "Why are you so wet?" Lai Deren was surprised. "How did I get wet?" I was also surprised.

"Fuck, I don't even know I'm wet." "Ah!" I suddenly realized, "So I forgot to button the raincoat." He glanced at me and said nothing more. I hurried to the bathroom to take a hot shower, changed clothes, and went back to the bedroom. "Is the date going well?" Lai Deren sat at the desk writing something without looking back. "It went well," I said. "Is it really going well?" He suddenly stopped writing and looked back at me. "Yes." I smiled. "Really?" He stood up and left the desk, "Aren't you forcing a smile?"

"You don't seem to believe that this date is going well." "It's not that I don't believe it," he said, "it's just that it's hard to imagine." I sat down and ignored him. "Strike while the iron is hot." He said, "If the wind and rain ease tomorrow, you can ask her to watch a movie." "How about a date?" "Call and make an appointment!" "I don't have her phone number." "Does she live in a dormitory?" "She's renting a house outside." "Isn't there a telephone where she lives?"

"There should be." "what?" "Oh, what, how do I know if there is a telephone in the place where she lives?" "what?" "Ah what." I said, "I didn't ask for her phone number anyway." "You don't know her phone number, how can you ask her out in the future?" "I didn't think so much." "what?" "No more." "Do you still want to see her in the future?" "Of course I would. But it's just a matter of chance." "The chances of you meeting her by chance in the future are probably lower than getting into a car accident by chance."

"What nonsense?" "You didn't ask her phone number, how can such a date be called smooth?" "The process was really smooth. I'm just very content and don't dare to dream anymore." "How handsome are you, how cool are you, how chic are you?" "Ok?" "It's not contentment. It's like a woman with small breasts trying to squeeze out her cleavage." "What's the meaning?" "Be brave." "I..." I opened my mouth wide, not knowing what to say next. "It's just a phone call, isn't it enough?"

There was a muffled thunder outside the window, and I suddenly felt that the muffled thunder had hit me on the head. "Forget it." He turned and walked back to the desk, sat down, "You will regret it later." "No need in the future." I said with a bitter face, "I regret it now." "Sorry." He turned to look at me. Sure enough, what you regret the most in life is not what you have done, but what you have not done. I scolded myself for being an idiot in my heart, knowing that I might regret it in the future, why didn't I summon up the courage to ask her phone number just now?

I didn't expect that this "future" that I might regret in the future only lasted for an hour. Lai Deren is right, what am I trying to be handsome, cool, or chic? Just ask a phone call, will you die? I grabbed my hair with both hands and almost tore it out.