Because the housekeeper made it clear that Sophia and Michael were a legal couple, Sophia and Michael were arranged to share a room, and the housekeeper, Peter and the driver were in a room.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, with simple off-white bedding and buckwheat ear pillows on the hard board bed. There is a table and four small stools in the room, plus a simple wooden cabinet for displaying clothes, etc. That's all.
There was insufficient power supply in the mountains, and there was only a small dim light bulb in the house. Sophia and Michael sat awkwardly on the stools. Their shadows were reflected on the wall, sometimes getting bigger and sometimes smaller, swaying.

"Listen, it's raining outside." Sophia was really embarrassed, so she chose to be the first to break the silent atmosphere.
"The wind has picked up too. Listen, one after another." Michael raised his head slightly, listening carefully to the sound of the wind.
Sophia looked at his serious look and thought to herself: They all heard that blind people have excellent hearing. This guy's eyes are injured, but his hearing is indeed better than mine. As the old saying goes, don't deceive me.
"Yes, the wind is picking up. The trees outside are rustling." Sophia quickly took over Michael's words.
"I like this sound. It makes people feel peaceful." Michael said softly, looking very pious.
Sophia looked at him, seeming to sense that Michael was sad, his shadow was reflected small on the wall.

"I want to ask, in such dim conditions, can you see if you are wearing big sunglasses?" Sophia thought for a while and finally asked this question.
Michael turned his head with a very speechless expression. Then he said calmly, "Don't worry, I can see the new pimples on your face."
Sophia was speechless for a moment, this guy ha such a vicious tongue. Just yesterday, a small red pimple appeared on my eyebrow. Half of it was hidden in the eyebrow. Sophia didn't notice it at first.
Michael is really good at stabbing people in the heart, Sophia cursed in her heart.

There was another silence, neither of them knew what to say.
"I'm sorry." Suddenly Michael spoke first, "I shouldn't have spoken like that. I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere." Michael was apologizing for the gaffe just now.
"Well, it doesn't matter. What I just said was quite rude. I should also apologize to you." Sophia quickly apologized when she heard Michael's attitude softened.
The two looked at each other like that, and after a while, they both laughed.
"Have you ever hated me?" After laughing for a while, the two of them asked this question almost in unison.
After realizing this sudden tacit understanding, the two laughed again.
"I guess you hate me. Hate me for disappearing at the wedding for no reason and making you the laughingstock of the whole city hate me for not letting you leave the castle hate me for being tied to you for no reason. I think there are also A lot." Michael said lightly, sometimes looking at Sophia, sometimes at the branches swaying wildly in the wind and rain outside the window.
"Yes, you are right. It is impossible to say that I have no resentment in my heart. I am not a holy mother. But what I really want to hate should be your father. He is the decision-maker, and you are just a grinder. What about you? What do you think in your heart?" After listening to Michael's long speech, Sophia thought for a while and answered slowly.
"Same as you," Michael replied without hesitation.
"That's reasonable. However, I still want to hear your thoughts," Sophia replied.
"I mean, I hate myself too. I hate that I don't have the ability to protect myself, let alone the people around me. Do you know? Our marriage was up by our mother long ago. So it doesn't seem to be considered as being... They are bound together inexplicably." At this point, Michael lowered his head and smiled, as if he was laughing at himself. "Do you want to leave?"
Sophia really didn't expect Michael to say those words. Her facial expressions ranged from indifferent to very shocked. She also didn't expect Michael to ask the last words.
"Yes, I know. Our mothers are very good friends." After three seconds of silence, Sophia did not answer the last question.
"I heard that your mother passed away a long time ago."
"Yes. It's been a long time. A really long time."
The rain outside has become lighter, and the wind is no longer as wild as before.
"People from big families may seem glamorous, but in fact they are like cockroaches in the sewer, waiting for a place with plenty of sunshine and freedom." Michael said, picking up the tea on the table and drinking it all.
"However, cockroaches like and are suitable for growing in dark and humid environments," Sophia replied.
Michael stopped drinking tea for a moment and turned to look at Sophia. She just looked at Michael with her eyes wide open. There was no malice or ridicule, she was just like a science popularizer or a good student who was listening to the class, and she asked her question naturally.
Michael was a little helpless and smiled lightly. It's a wry smile.
Sophia was too busy looking at the rain outside the window to notice the change in Michael's mood.
"You're right. Cockroaches are born to stay in dark and damp sewers. This is their fate, a fate that cannot be seen in the light." Michael spoke slowly and in a low voice.
For some reason, Sophia suddenly thought of the bells in the lamasery on the Tibetan Plateau, and that was how it felt. Ring it once, and the bell will ring for a long time. People worshiping on the road will look up when they hear it, and people on foot will stop when they hear it.
"I want to leave. What do you want? Escape from your current life." Sophia suddenly remembered Michael's last question. She hesitated for a while and finally asked the question.
Since we are all innocent people, why should we accept the control and manipulation of others?
"You will leave. And I, I can't leave." Michael turned around and faced Sophia. This time his voice was clear and firm.
"What's wrong with your eyes? Can you tell me this story?" Sophia didn't want to continue this heavy topic, so she changed it to another one. But when I asked about it, I realized that I was really seeking death, just playing around with Michael's highlights. I was really carried away by the previous conversation! But there is no turning back when the bow is drawn. The words have been spoken, and there is no possibility of taking them back.
"My eyes..." As he said this, Michael raised his hand and touched his glasses.
Sophia thought he would take off the big black sunglasses that he had never taken off for a thousand years. She opened her glasses wide and clenched the water glass in her hand unconsciously.
But he just touched the glasses and put his hand down again. "This is a long story. It's too late today. I'll tell you slowly when I have the chance. Go to sleep now. We have to go down the mountain tomorrow." Michael did not say anything after all. He stood up and put down the coarse cloth by the window.
"Your right hand is injured. Sleep on the right side. The left side is the wall, so it won't be good if you bump your hand. There are some spare quilts on the right side. They are softer and at least have a buffer." Then Michael arranged the positions of the two of them. "Don't worry, there are plenty of beddings and pillows in between, so you don't have to worry too much."
Sophia is actually very sleepy. Since we can only stay in one room, it's useless to be pretentious. So I agreed to Michael's plan, took off my coat, and lay down on my right side to sleep.
After a while, she heard him lying at the other end. She stood up and looked back at him. They all squeezed into the corners on the left and right, leaving a big space in the middle. He drew his legs and turned his back to her.
"Michael, no matter what, I hope you live a happy life! If not for anything else, just because our mother is a good confidant and a good comrade-in-arms!" Sophia looked at Michael's back and said these words suddenly. After that, he lay down to sleep.
There was still light rain falling at night, and the wind was blowing. Tears slowly flowed down my cheeks and soaked the pillow towel.