Then a woman with long hair and a graceful figure appeared, took her hand and flew with her. When she woke up, she had a dry mouth, gulped down a bottle of water, and couldn't sleep. Lying on the bed, she began to miss Xiao Ai, she felt incredible, after the age of thirty, she didn't feel this way, so longing for someone, so wanting to hold someone in her arms.
She picked up her phone and saw a WeChat message, from Xiao Ai: I guess you don't drink alcohol, but you're almost drunk? Seeing that the time was only three o'clock in the morning, she couldn't help but reply: I haven't drunk too much for a long time. At eight o'clock in the morning, she saw that Xiao Ai's reply was sent at five o'clock in the morning: What about people? Slept again.
She flew back to Beijing in the evening, and at noon she asked Xiao Ai for dinner, and they chatted a lot, and a few hours passed quickly. She was a little reluctant when she parted, Lao Lin hugged her heavily, and Xiao Ai didn't dodge.
When she came home at night and looked at the empty room, she sent Xiao Ai a WeChat message: Beijing is very hot and comfortable at home. Xiao Ai replied to her: Did you invite me over? She said, "Yes, will you come?" She said, "Yes, I'll come to you after I've arranged everything here." Lao Lin was a little dry and didn't know what to say. Xiao Ai said: Don't worry, if you don't want me anymore, I can take care of myself.
At this time, Lao Lin suddenly thought of Yiping, and felt that she was so far away and vague at the end of the world, but she just wanted to hug Xiao Ai, because she made her feel the loneliness of a person, which made her miss love again, often just between us turning around.