A phone call the night

23:37:12. Silent night, silent room, in this empty silence, and did not expand, do not reveal, do not talk, hiding a long, long time out of mind unconsciously another invisible tentacles, slowly, gently, when the continued to drift off when the contact, such as underwater Li Momo swinging plants. Leave behind also braved the heat of a pot of lotus leaf curl rose honey, tea, incense burner was originally intended to go to bed listening to music, reading or dreaming. Unexpectedly, lost in the side of the cell phone rang. Soft music ringtones, tell at night in the infinite loneliness. Work, accustomed to a person, accustomed to a person's life, daily work, work. There is no law there is no much friends. Smaller circle of life, of living a life without waves. Occasional touch of sadness, but it has also been used by generations. This all seems there is nothing wrong.

Look, is an unfamiliar phone number. Strange! So, when this strange phone number.
Who so often find me? Family estimate is not, and today I just called back to say it, the right seems to be over my brains. Friends of the woman? The Friends of the woman known as buddies is generally not a cell phone. We frequent text messaging, chat with each other feelings, or talk about irrelevant jokes or gossip, to pass the boring time, there is no need to call. Things work? After working hours will mean the end, and no need to contact me at midnight.

Hesitated a moment, pick up on, is a female, reached by phone, when my ears, it sounds a little hoarse and trembling, I even hear the wind roaring past her cell phone voice over there. No wonder this cold night. Her self-introduction, and then I remember was asking her? I am a strange person, some of the things to remember always remember, should remember the hand of doom remember. Give her a name I think of a public class in the last year, also had her sit down. Although my heart when they see a strange number, the owner has long been produced on the number of infinite imagination. But despite how I think, can not imagine she would be calling.

She was next door when I was in college classes. I have the impression she is a beautiful girl, petite cute. Z is my friend, is her friend. I heard, I heard, I heard constantly, so we have a mutual understanding. But only just understanding it, not too much interaction. More than six months after leaving school this evening, she actually called me!

She said she already has my phone, just as busy, no time to contact me. If tomorrow the weekend she asked me to go free, then play badminton hall. She told me why, because in this city, she heard, I am a lonely person. Determined, and my heart filled with a trace of warmth. I really want to go, I do not know how long it has not played badminton. I remember the last time to play badminton, or in the school. Badminton quarters downstairs in that venue, we have a few people, crazy side of the name, face, laughing spot so that boys movements exaggerated and funny. Until the chin tired smile, sweat Jinjin of the play, with the hostel upstairs, where it will probe head on the railing cry, say burning hot water to wash back quickly. So he ran back Pidianpidian quarters from the badminton courts. I have almost a year is not that pure joy before.

Unfortunately, to go to work tomorrow, can not she go to play a. We chatted for a long time. Hang up, she repeated that, after more contact ah!
At the moment, I took the phone, leaning against the bed, looking at cell phone time, over at one point, in real life, happiness is away from us, and farther and farther until cause blurred . She's a phone, before I brought back clear memories of a happy life.

Life goes on. I think I will, I will be more connected. Because the other side of the city, have the same lonely, as long as a "go play, okay?", We will all full of happy.then taste of life
As long as happy, and the light, will be enough!
Because of a sudden the phone, I took my sweet dreams, sleep.