The tent was dim and dim, and the light came in through the gap, blurring it, and the people inside could vaguely see each other's faces.
Shen Mo said, "Close your eyes."
Bai Youwei closed for a while, then opened it again, "If you don't close it, how do you know if I close my eyes?"
Shen Mo was not surprised by her little tricks, looked down at her and asked lightly, "Don't want to sleep?"
"Sleep." She moved her body and leaned closer to him, "I just want to see what I look like in your eyes..."
He subconsciously breathed tight.
In the silent darkness, her breath came, faint, sweet and slightly cool, like honey mint, and a faint floral fragrance, perhaps the smell of shampoo on her hair.
She didn't realize that the two of them were getting too close, and looked straight at him with a voice that was almost non-existent: "Eyes are also mirror objects, right..."
Shen Mo looked at her quietly for a moment, then asked, "Did you see clearly?"
"It's too dark to see clearly." She shook her head gently.
The strands of hair next to his arm were a little itchy, and he subconsciously avoided it.
Bai Youwei reached out and grabbed his retracted arm, "Look at me too."
She opened her eyes very seriously and raised her face to let him see.
She has a pair of beautiful deer eyes, so people often give the illusion that she is ignorant and weak, but if she smiles a little, the tail of her eyes is slightly raised, showing a coldness, like a proud kitten.
"Have you seen it?" she asked him. "A man or a puppet?"
Shen Mo was silent for a while, then replied, "I can't see clearly."
He quietly pulled away the hand that was holding her arm, and said in a calm tone, "Go to sleep."
This time, she didn't come closer, but yawned lazily and murmured to him: "Shen Mo, remember to look in the mirror tomorrow to look at yourself, be sure to take a look..."
Saying that, he turned over and turned his back to him, breathing slowly and slowly.
like falling asleep...
Shen Mo breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, not knowing why.
…
The night was long, and he was not the only one who suffered from insomnia.
The sound of Xiao Xiaole came from the tent next door. It was talking and laughing while playing games.
Later, the sound around him became less and less, and finally there was no game sound.
Labyrinth, immersed in silence.
Shen Mo estimated that it was almost time, got up gently and went outside the tent.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, lit one for himself, and exhaled slowly, the pale white smoke swaying in front of his eyes.
Away from the seemingly non-existent mint sweetness, my mind seems to be a lot more awake.
Sometimes I think she understands everything, and sometimes she thinks she's just making fun of him.
I don't know since when, the task of picking up people by the way has become so difficult. On second thought, if he hadn't picked her up, where would he be now
It might be boring...
Shen Mo smiled silently, exhaled a thin breath, and gently blew away the smoke in front of him.
The work of the vigil is dull and tedious.
He sat in front of the tent and looked around quietly.
I don't know which tent came from the little girl's murmur:
"The mirror here is so terrifying, we should have known this, we shouldn't have come in..."
Another girl's voice was cold: "Aren't you worried that you won't be able to get the props, so you insisted on following up?"
"Chen Hui, why are you talking like this..." The girl was aggrieved, "Everyone has to come in, I don't want to stay outside alone to follow."
"It's all here, don't think about it too much, just go to sleep."
"But I can't sleep, you can talk with me for a while..."
"say what?"
"Hmm... Did you notice that the lame man actually went to take a shower, and he didn't even have his hair dry when he came back."
"What's wrong with taking a bath? Go to bed now, it's almost three o'clock."
"You don't know? Many paralyzed disabled people have no sensation in the lower body, they are incontinent, and they always have a strange smell on their bodies, so they have to take a bath often..."
Shen Mo thought to himself: No, she is quite fragrant.