Empty Illusion

After noon, the sun was moderately soft, neither dazzling nor hot, enough to warm pedestrians in the middle of a bitter winter day.Bergstrom stayed at the hotel for the whole afternoon for nothing, a New Year's Eve like every New Year's Eve.His whole body was in a state of confusion and couldn't think about anything, dozens of questions tried to be stuffed into his head and then came out again, but there was still no answer.He folded the computer, conveniently took his coat out of the room, and planned to go downstairs to bask in the sun for a while.Even if you can't blend in with the atmosphere of the Tet holiday that is rampant throughout the street, you should not ignore this rare sunny day.The receptionist of the hotel had been busy since Bergstrom had moved in, every day as if she had opened the flag in her belly. Seeing Bergstrom go downstairs, she immediately smiled, preparing her voice as softly as she could.Like two days ago, Bergstrom would put his hand in his coat anyway, and walked over to her and said, "Please call you to sweep the room for me." After announcing the room number, he will both nod and answer, "It's hard", and slowly turn around.Instead, she would constantly sneak up on him from behind, see him standing still outside the hotel door, lighting a cigarette leisurely and then turning left or right, disappearing from her sight. Read more