我认得那个包。上个月，我窝在狭小的出租屋

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提示词：I recognize that bag. Last month, I was lounging on a small rental bed watching short videos when a luxury science blogger introduced it in an almost reverent tone. Birkin， Himalaya, platinum studded diamond buckle... The astronomical figure reported by the blogger only made me feel like a ridiculous story from another world at the time. Worth millions... equivalent to delivering takeout for ten years, day and night. My gaze uncontrollably shifted towards Gu Huai's hand. He supported the door frame to ensure that the woman sat safely in the warm and comfortable carriage. At the moment he withdrew his hand, the light refracted from the ring on his ring finger penetrated through the misty rain and mist, like a poisoned needle tip, piercing fiercely into my eyes. Diamond ring. Very big, very bright. The perfectly cut diamond shimmered with a cold and sharp light in the warm yellow light of the restaurant. That radiance arrogantly declares ownership, announcing the prosperity and completeness of a new life. My heart felt like it was being held tightly by an invisible hand, suddenly contracting and causing me so much pain that I almost bent down. A cold and sour sensation suddenly rushed into the nasal cavity, approaching the eye sockets. I bit my lower lip tightly, tasting a rust like fishy sweetness, before reluctantly suppressing the surging tears. The nails were deeply squeezed into the palm, leaving several crescent shaped bloodstains, but no pain was felt. There is only one suffocating coldness that quickly spreads from the soles of the feet to the entire body. At this moment, the plastic cup wall of the takeaway coffee I was holding in my hand had been unconsciously deformed by my grip. It seemed to have been drained of all support by this huge impact, slipping out of my stiff and cold fingers without warning. A muffled sound called out, 'Pada!'. The hot brown liquid instantly exploded and splashed all over my work pants legs. The cheap and rough fabric was quickly dyed a deep brown, tightly adhered to the skin, and after the scorching heat, it became even colder and wetter. The stain quickly spread, ugly and unbearable, like a huge, mocking mouth, grinning above my humble reality. This disheveled sound, this splashing filth, suddenly pulled me back to my senses. I almost looked up in horror- through the rain washed glass windows and the noisy road, Gu Huai seemed to be about to bend down and get into the car. At the moment when the car door was about to close, he seemed to sense something and there was an extremely subtle pause in his movements. His head, extremely slowly, turned sideways towards the direction of the convenience store. At that moment, time was infinitely stretched and solidified. The cold rain pounded on the eaves, and the electronic sound of "Welcome" at the convenience store entrance became distant and blurry. My blood seemed to have stopped flowing, my muscles were as stiff as iron, and I even held my breath. I am like a prey pinned in place by a strong light, watching the hunter's gaze sweep towards me. His gaze, through the rain curtain, through the glass, through the shelves of convenience stores and my cheap, coffee stained work pants, penetrated the space and landed precisely on me. The momentary gaze was as fleeting as an illusion, yet as long as a century. There was no shock, anger, or even a ripple in his eyes. That is an ultimate calmness, a complete and imperceptible unfamiliarity. It's like looking at a wet stone on the roadside, a fallen leaf blown by the wind, a vague and distant shadow that has no intersection with his long life. Without stopping, without exploring, and without any ripples of old affection. That gaze just passed by extremely naturally, as if I was just an insignificant pixel in the background. Immediately, without any hesitation, he lowered his head and gently but firmly protected the woman's head in the car, and sat in himself. The car door slammed shut tightly, isolating the warm light inside and the world I could no longer reach. The black sedan smoothly started and merged into the river of cars flowing through the rain curtain. The taillights pulled out two quickly blurred and eventually disappeared red light marks on the wet road surface. Under the eaves of the convenience store, I was the only one left, with a mess of cold coffee stains on the ground. The rain is still pouring wildly, hitting the ground, and the splashing water hits my calves coldly. I lowered my head and looked at the dark brown stain on my work pants, greedily sucking on the fabric, constantly expanding and blurring its ugly shape at the edges. The sticky and cold sensation clung tightly to the skin, like a venomous snake coiling around. In my mind, another image emerged uncontrollably and incredibly clear, with a distant yet burning warmth. It was also a late night with heavy rain. At that time, we had just graduated and were squeezed into a narrow rented cabin. I have a high fever, my whole body is scorching hot, my throat feels like it has been sanded, and I am extremely thirsty. Unfortunately, I want to drink hot cocoa from an old brand in the city center. That place is far away from where we live, and the round-trip taxi fare is a significant expense for us. I was burning in a daze, just unconsciously muttering, 'I want to drink hot cocoa... I'm so thirsty...' Gu Huai touched my hot forehead, didn't say anything, picked up his coat, and rushed into the pouring rain outside the door. I remember when he came back, he was soaked all over, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, with strands of hair sticking to his forehead and rainwater trickling down his chin. He was panting heavily, but tightly holding a thermos in his arms, the walls of which were warmed by his body temperature. He carefully unscrewed the lid, and the rich and sweet cocoa flavor instantly permeated the small rental room. He helped me up, blew me cold, and fed me spoonful by spoonful. The temperature of that hot cocoa was warm from my throat to my stomach, so sweet that it was cloying, but it was the warmest taste in my memory. He watched me drink, his wet clothes sticking to his body, shivering slightly from the cold, but with a satisfied and silly smile on his face. Drink slowly, be careful not to scald. "He was here at the time --ar 1:1 --v 7 --stylize 100

中文提示词：我认得那个包。上个月，我窝在狭小的出租屋床上刷短视频，一个奢侈品科普博主用近乎膜拜的语气介绍过它。Birkin，喜马拉雅，铂金镶钻扣……博主报出的那个天文数字，当时只让我觉得是另一个世界的荒谬故事。价值百万……抵得上我送十年外卖，日夜不停。 我的目光不受控制地移向顾淮的手。他扶着车门框，确保女人安全地坐进温暖舒适的车厢。就在他收回手的那一瞬间，他无名指上那枚戒指折射的光，穿透迷蒙的雨雾，像淬了毒的针尖，狠狠扎进我的眼底。 钻戒。很大，很亮。切割完美的钻石在餐厅暖黄的光线下，闪烁着冰冷而锐利的光芒。那光芒嚣张地宣告着所有权，宣告着新生活的富足与圆满。 心脏像是被一只无形的手狠狠捏住，骤然紧缩，痛得我几乎弯下腰去。一股冰冷的酸涩猛地冲上鼻腔，直逼眼眶。我死死咬住下唇，尝到一丝铁锈般的腥甜，才勉强将那汹涌的泪意压了回去。指甲深深掐进掌心，留下几个月牙形的血痕，却感觉不到丝毫疼痛。只有一种灭顶的、令人窒息的冰冷，从脚底迅速蔓延至全身。 就在这时，我攥在手中的那杯外卖咖啡，塑料杯壁已经被我无意识攥得变形。它仿佛被这巨大的冲击抽走了所有支撑，毫无预兆地从我僵硬冰冷的手指间滑脱。 “啪嗒！” 一声闷响。滚烫的褐色液体瞬间炸开，溅满了我的工装裤腿。廉价粗糙的布料迅速被染成一片深褐，紧紧贴在皮肤上，灼人的热度过后，是更加刺骨的冰冷湿黏。那污渍迅速蔓延，丑陋不堪，像一张巨大的、嘲讽的嘴，咧在我卑微的现实之上。 这狼狈的声响，这飞溅的污秽，猛地拽回了我的神智。我几乎是惊恐地抬眼望去—— 隔着被雨水冲刷的玻璃窗，隔着喧嚣的马路，顾淮似乎正要弯腰坐进车里。就在车门即将关上的那一刹那，他像是感应到了什么，动作有了一瞬间极其细微的停顿。他的头，极其缓慢地，朝着便利店的方向侧了过来。 时间在那一刻被无限拉长、凝固。冰冷的雨水敲打着屋檐，便利店门口“欢迎光临”的电子音变得遥远而模糊。我的血液似乎都停止了流动，全身的肌肉僵硬如铁，连呼吸都屏住了。我像一只被强光灯钉在原地的猎物，眼睁睁看着猎人的目光扫视而来。 他的视线，隔着雨幕，隔着玻璃，隔着便利店的货架和我廉价的、沾满咖啡污渍的工装裤，穿透了空间，精准地落在我身上。 那一瞬间的对视，短暂得如同幻觉，却又漫长得像一个世纪。 他的眼神里，没有震惊，没有愤怒，甚至没有一丝一毫的波澜。那是一种极致的平静，一种彻底的、了无痕迹的陌生。就像是在看路边一块被雨水打湿的石头，一片被风吹来的落叶，一个与他漫长人生毫无交集的、模糊而遥远的影子。 没有停留，没有探究，更没有一丝旧情的涟漪。 那目光只是极其自然地掠过，仿佛我只是背景里一个无关紧要的像素点。随即，他没有任何迟疑地低下头，动作轻柔而坚定地护着车里女人的头，自己也坐了进去。车门“嘭”地一声关紧，隔绝了里面温暖的光线和那个我再也无法企及的世界。 黑色的轿车平稳地启动，汇入雨幕中流淌的车河，尾灯在湿漉漉的路面上拉出两道迅速模糊、最终消失不见的红色光痕。 便利店的屋檐下，只剩下我一个人，和一地狼藉的冰冷咖啡渍。 雨水还在疯狂地倾泻，砸在地上，溅起的水花冰冷地打在我的小腿上。我低头看着工装裤上那片深褐色的污迹，它正贪婪地吸吮着布料，不断扩大，边缘晕染开丑陋的形状。那黏腻冰冷的触感紧贴着皮肤，像一条毒蛇缠绕上来。 脑海里，另一个画面却不受控制地、无比清晰地浮现出来，带着遥远却灼人的温度。 也是一个下着大雨的深夜。那时我们刚毕业，挤在租来的狭窄小屋里。我发着高烧，浑身滚烫，喉咙像被砂纸磨过，渴得厉害，偏偏想喝市中心一家老字号的热可可。那地方离我们住的地方很远，来回打车费对我们来说都是笔不小的开销。 我烧得迷迷糊糊，只是无意识地嘟囔着“想喝热可可……好渴……” 顾淮摸了摸我滚烫的额头，什么也没说，拿起外套就冲进了门外瓢泼的大雨里。我记得他回来时，浑身湿透，像刚从水里捞出来，头发一缕缕贴在额角，雨水顺着下巴往下淌。他喘着粗气，怀里却紧紧护着一个保温杯，杯壁被他的体温捂得温热。 他小心翼翼地拧开盖子，浓郁香甜的可可味瞬间弥漫在小小的出租屋里。他把我扶起来，吹凉了，一勺一勺喂给我。那热可可的温度从喉咙一直暖到胃里，甜得发腻，却是我记忆里最温暖的滋味。他看着我喝，湿透的衣服贴在身上，冷得微微发抖，脸上却带着满足而傻气的笑。 “慢点喝，小心烫。” 他当时是这 一键画同款
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