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When I woke up the next morning, my mind was still hazy. Yet the scene from last night replayed vividly in my mind—the sorrowful gaze, the piercing cries, and the lingering slickness on my hands felt all too real. Was it all just a dream?
That poor girl, had her parents returned? How did she spend the entire night?
I got dressed and got out of bed, heading to the balcony in search of some answers.
It was a beautiful day; the rolling green hills basked in bright sunlight, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of a spring morning. Jiang Ping stood on the opposite balcony, enjoying it all. When she saw me come out, she elegantly waved her hand in greeting. I smiled and nodded in response. Given the distance between our balconies, neither of us felt inclined to raise our voices in conversation on this tranquil morning.
When did they come back? It must have been shortly after I fell asleep last night.
As I pondered this, I glanced toward the window between our balconies. In the morning light, I could only see a vague silhouette. But one thing was certain: the girl from yesterday was not at the window.
Where could she be now? Perhaps she was still lying in her warm bed, enjoying a lazy sleep.
Finally relieved of my worries from the night before, I realized that Gao Jun was not lying beside me when I woke up. Had he gotten up early for work? I walked into the living room and found him sitting with his back to me on an easel chair, arms crossed over his chest, staring blankly at a blank canvas.
I stood quietly, not wanting to disturb him. The way he looked lost in thought was a beautiful sight to me.
After a long while, Gao Jun finally emerged from his reverie. Sensing my presence, he turned to look at me and smiled. “You’re up! Did you sleep well last night?”
“Um... pretty well,” I hesitated for a moment before deciding not to share my dream with Gao Jun; I didn’t want to distract him.
At his feet lay a pot of wilted flowers—wasn’t that the same pot I had seen on the balcony yesterday? I tilted my head in confusion and murmured an acknowledgment.
Gao Jun followed my gaze and smiled as he explained, "Oh, this is what I brought in. This flower pot is too ugly; I'll buy a new one to replace it in a couple of days."
I nodded in approval, "It's rare for you to be so thoughtful. Come here, I’ll reward you with a kiss!" With that, I leaned down, and Gao Jun cheerfully turned his face toward me.
Suddenly, I exclaimed, "Oh no! Why are your eyes so red? They have so many blood vessels!"
"Really?" Gao Jun squeezed his eyes tightly and then gently rubbed them with his hand. "It's nothing; I didn't sleep well last night. I'll be fine after some rest."
"Why didn't you sleep?" I felt both worried and angry, my tone carrying a hint of reproach.
"Well, I suddenly had some creative insights and got a bit carried away. As artists, inspiration can be fleeting; when we think of something, we tend to get obsessed with it," Gao Jun replied earnestly.
"But you still need to eat and sleep! How can your body handle it if you keep this up?"
"Alright, I'll go to sleep right away. But right now... I'm hungry..." Gao Jun made a pitiful expression, looking at me like a spoiled child.
"You little glutton! You should be starved for a while!" I said half-jokingly as I walked into the kitchen. There wasn't much in the fridge, so I ended up frying a few eggs and pouring two glasses of milk.
Gao Jun indeed looked tired. After finishing breakfast, he quickly washed up and collapsed onto the bed. Soon, the soft sound of his snoring filled the room.
With nothing to do, I remembered there was a small market near the restaurant we ate at yesterday. I decided to go buy some groceries to prepare a hearty lunch.
As I reached the school gate, I noticed a crowd of students gathered around a bulletin board. Unable to resist my curiosity, I moved closer. The board read:
The Performance Art Lecture Series (1): The Obsession with Harm
Speaker: Professor Zhao Feng
Time: Tuesday at 9:00 AM
Location: Teaching Building Three, Small Lecture Hall
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