Xiaojun finally ended the day's business with my overwhelming thoughts. She shook her cell phone in front of me. Then I came back to my senses and picked up my phone and looked at it. Le Yao still did not reply to my message. Fang Yuan and the board of directors had issued military orders and could not figure out the reason. It turned out that I wasted my time just now in meaninglessness.

After closing the flower shop, Xiaojun and I were still walking in this old neighborhood. The wind blew from the entrance to the end of the alley, making me want to drink a cup of soy milk or a bowl of hot noodle soup. So I suggested to Xiaojun: "Do you want to eat a bowl of water noodles?"

Xiaojun nodded, then took off his gloves and typed a line on his phone: "But let me treat you this time!"

I smiled and said, "Don't be so polite, everyone is the same."

"Then we have stone scissors, whoever loses, please ask?"

"I finally met someone who is more bored than me!"

"Come on."

Xiaojun stretched out his hand that was eager to try. I smiled again, but still made her boredom. After counting one, two, and three, she took action at the same time. I am cloth, she is scissors. Xiaojun lost the opportunity to treat me and looked at me with a little discouraged look. I shrugged and played with stone scissors cloth with women. If you want to win, you can fist and lose. Because they have already developed the habit of scissors hand through years of taking pictures, so this habit will definitely be manifested subconsciously in rock-scissors.

After waiting for a while at the noodle shop, I finally ate the water I ordered, but I didn't like the feeling of depression caused by the small space in the shop. So I brought the bowl to the next car repair shop and sat on the abandoned tires to eat. The towering hotel in the distance still stood in my sight with the sobbing sounds of the old city, becoming more and more dreamy...

I couldn't eat the noodles in the bowl, but just drank the noodle soup. Then I looked at the asphalt road opposite and the dust pressed by the road roller. Although it was floating in the air, it was so heavy and dull, just like the loneliness at this moment that pulled my life into a parallel line, extending infinitely towards the flashing neon lights in the new city. So I felt an alternative pleasure caused by loneliness in my heart!

Xiaojun also sat down on a tire beside me with her noodle bowl. Unfortunately, she couldn't speak and could only be a quiet audience. Maybe all I wanted was just an audience, so that I would not refute me and say that I was a lunatic just because I couldn't understand what I was saying.

I lit a cigarette and said to her, "Xiaojun, I always feel that my body is a prison with iron walls. It traps my soul tightly, and then tortures me with birth, old age, sickness and death... For example, last week, my finger was pinched by the door, which hurt me half to death. A few days ago, I drank a wine that made me drunk, and almost vomited my stomach. In fact, what tortured was not my body, but the soul, because all perceptions came from the soul, and the body was just a prison that created pain!"

Xiaojun put down the bowl and typed a row of words on his phone: "But, why do I think your brain has been pinched by the door? There are so many strange ideas!! You should be an artist."

"I knew you didn't understand what I was saying, if you didn't understand, you didn't understand, why do you still tease me like other people?"

"I just think it's tiring to think so much! You should be an optimistic person. There are many people in this world who live more tragic than you, but this cannot compare the body to a prison. I think the body is the root of the soul. Maybe one day without the care of the body, the soul will no longer exist!"

"The soul can exist independently. Once it is freed from the constraints of the body, it will be free and free."

"You may not like your body, but you may not like your girlfriend's body either?"

Xiaojun's question reminded me of Mi Cai's unrealistic face. It seemed that every part of her body, even an expression, was fatal attraction to me, so of course I liked her body with my soul, so I told Xiaojun about this.

Xiaojun smiled, lowered his head and quickly pressed it on his phone, and then picked it up and showed it to me: "So, how can you selfishly think that your body is a prison? Maybe in the eyes of those who love you, it is the most beautiful castle?"

I looked at Xiaojun and found that she was actually a smart girl with very strict logic. At least at this moment she used a counterexample to convince me, so she said to her: "Xiaojun, you are actually really good at chatting."

"But I can't speak."

Xiaojun was in a low mood and typed this row of not many words on his phone, but every word was heavy. This made me feel a little regretful. I seemed to have ignored her emotions, so I comforted me after being silent for a while: "Some people are talking with their mouths, but some people are talking with their hearts. You are the latter, so I like to chat with you. I think we can become good friends."

Xiaojun smiled, her fingers busy on the screen of her phone: "I am very willing to be friends with you, not just because you have helped me, but I think you are a very conscientious person!"

"Compared with people, I hope this is a society with conscience!" I said and took a heavy sip of the cigarette in my hand, then lowered my head and was silent, not knowing why I have always thought about so many things related to me recently. Maybe it is related to Mi Cai's departure that makes me full of loneliness... I really hope she can return early with the news of Zhuomei's successful listing.

It was getting late again and the old city became quieter. Xiaojun sent the two noodle bowls we ate back to the noodle restaurant. At this time, my cell phone ringtone suddenly rang, picked it up and looked at it. It was Le Yao who finally replied to me: "I'm going to rest now, do you have something to do?"

I subconsciously looked at the time. Although it was late at night, it was only 11 o'clock. Le Yao's life seemed to have returned to a healthy rhythm.

I threw away the cigarette butt in my hand and watched it rolling in the wind, but I was confused and didn't know whether I should tell her: I hope she can participate in the micro-film shooting with Cao Jinfei.

After a long time, I replied to her message: "It's nothing, I just send a message to say hello... You can rest early."

After I finished sending the message, Xiaojun also walked out of the noodle shop and said to her: "It's so late, let's leave now... By the way, I will pick the bouquet of tomorrow and send it out by myself."
Chapter completed!