The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

The flowing moonlight drenched the rolling hills, unknown birds fluttered their wings and fell hazy silhouettes in the afterglow of the lights, and endless golden ears of rice turned up layers of wheat waves, dancing in the wind as if they were alive.

The sweetness of the flowers and the fresh smell of the grass rushed into the carriage, and the bleak scenery on the side of the road flew by, and when I looked up, the glass window showed my own reflection.

There was a shrill hissing of whistles ahead, billowing black smoke howling into the dark sky, tracks and wheels clattering, flying sparks lighting up the rubble beside the road, pulsing and smashing into the windows.

There was no one else in the carriage except me and the messenger lady opposite, the kerosene lamp on the table flickered on and off, the cold wind poured in through the door at the end of the aisle, the curtains on the side danced wildly in the air, the cold and hard seats made it uncomfortable to sit on, and the pinprick cold poured into my mind down my back.

She leaned quietly against the car window with one hand on her face, her blue eyes narrowing at the unchanged scenery outside the window, and her expression seemed to be smiling.

Her long, supple sky-blue hair cascaded behind her like a waterfall, and she was draped in a black jacket and athletic shorts, with her thin white legs folded and leaning under the table.

"That's... Isn't it cold? I

glanced at it and quickly looked away.

"It's not cold, if it's cold, Doctor, I can lend you my coat."

"No, no, thank you."

She smiled at me and turned to stare at the dark sky again.

The moonlight gently patted on her face, the white and delicate face was reflected by the window

, and the willow eyebrows that seemed a little unreal and curved were slender and long, bringing people a kind and gentle feeling, a pair of apricot eyes that seemed to be filled with water looked left and right from time to time, exuding a little warmth, the tall nose bridge was delicate and small, and the pink lip flap that was not dotted and red complemented each other, and the creamy skin was as warm as fine jade, as if a light squeeze would squeeze out the water, it was obviously a bright and moving face, But it looks delicate and refined, with a little more smart temperament.

She stared intently out the window, her little finger tapping rhythmically against the rim.

The pair of cold eyes are so deep that they seem to suck people into them, and the moment they meet the eyes, it seems that countless pairs of dry and pale hands tremble and stretch out from them, clamping your neck, so that you don't dare to look away, and then, the thin pupils suddenly constricted into a black line, dragging you deeper like a breathtaking magic, and in a trance, you seem to hear a mournful cry pouring into your mind, and the shadow at the whites of your eyes naturally turns into a human form...

"Doctor?"

She raised her hand and shook it in front of my eyes before I snapped out of my nightmare.

"You're so funny, you fell asleep with your eyes open?"

There was neither mockery nor concern in that look, and even when the word "funny" came out of her mouth, the look in her eyes did not change—not the eyes of a living creature, and perhaps I was in her eyes just like the kerosene lamp on the table—a talking kerosene lamp?

"I'm sorry, it's almost there, but I..." "It's

okay, it's okay not to be so polite to me... Or do you like to be polite? "

No, no..."

is another indifferent smile, she always looks at ease when talking to people, as if she has just met people to understand them.

The whistle drowned out the vast night, and the train slowly stopped.