After the jubilation, the base fell into silence. Shan Yi sat on the single-seat sofa with a computer. On the screen was a cabin map of a certain model.
Shan Yi"s brows were flat, and the surroundings were all quiet.
After a while, Shan Yi closed the computer, got up and walked to the window.
The street lights under the dormitory are inductive. When Shan Yi was about to close the curtains, he saw the lights downstairs lighting up one by one, followed by a woman in a long coat walking leisurely to the place. On a bench beside the flowerbed, he lifted his jacket legs like a hero, and then sat comfortably on the chair with his long legs stretched and motionless.
Like a lonely ghost.
Shan Yi picked up the watch he just took off, it was eleven twenty.
After throwing down the watch again,
