It's slowly fading.

Xie Lang rubbed his eyes and reached out to touch them incredulously.

It's real.

Xu Chunqiu was awakened by her in a daze, and turned over with squinted eyes: "...... What's wrong, Shaeron?"

She hurriedly shook her head and said incoherently, "Nothing, I—I'm just going out to the bathroom." ”

She hurriedly stuffed Xu Chunqiu's arm back into the quilt, and stepped out along the door of the RV as if she were running away, and the steps under her feet became bigger and faster.

The moon and stars were sparse, the breeze was blowing, and the camp at night was a little cold, Xie Lang came out of the bathroom and tightened his coat.

Her heart was very messy, and she couldn't sleep in the car, so she simply wandered outside.

Xie Lang is not alone in not sleeping at night, and hanging out outside.

A warm yellow light lit up in the barbecue area, and a slender figure paced with the corners of his clothes, his footsteps small and irregular, and he seemed to be very anxious.

"Mr. Lu?"

Xie Lang approached, looked closely, and found that it was Lu Xiu.

Lu Xiu turned his head and opened his mouth slightly to say something, and a lit cigarette fell to the ground.

Xie Lang was stunned: "When did you start smoking?"

The circle of the rich second generation is not large, and Lu Xiu is very famous in the circle. Superior appearance, outstanding personal ability, no cigarettes and alcohol, and thousands of family wealth, he is too good in every sense, and he is the most ideal golden beetle son-in-law in the heart of Miss Qianjin.

No one thought that President Lu Da of Huarong Finance would actually fall in love with a female star.

"I thought it was strange when I was barbecuing during the day today, why do you carry a lighter with you as a non-smoker," Xie Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head and asked, "When did it start?"

Lu Xiu didn't answer directly, but was silent for a short time, and he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with one hand.

Marlboro, white packed.

He knocked open the cigarette case, pushed one out with his thumb, and lowered his head to his mouth.

Considering that Xie Lang was still on the side, Lu Xiu didn't light it, but just "clicked" and played with the silver lighter in his hand.

The cigarette was held diagonally in his mouth, and he reached out to take it down and held it in his hand: "Not for long, it only started recently." ”

Recent?

Xie Lang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't think of a reason.

People who smoke for the first time have their own reasons and are varied. Lu Xiu has long passed the age of learning others to smoke in pursuit of novelty and excitement, and the rest of the reasons can probably extract a common keyword, anxiety.

Why is he anxious?

The development of Huarong Finance is in full swing, Xu Chunqiu, whom he loves, is by his side, and he is proud of his workplace love, what is he anxious about?

Xie Lang's mind suddenly recalled the fading scar on Xu Chunqiu's arm under the hazy moonlight.

Is it related to Xu Chunqiu?

When the question came to his lips, he turned a corner and asked her to swallow it back, Xie Lang changed his mind and asked instead, "Does Qiuqiu know?"

Lu Xiu's gaze drifted into the distance, and his expression was a little complicated: "I don't know yet, and I don't plan to let her know." ”

He turned his head, and Xie Lang immediately understood what he meant: "I know, I won't say it." ”

"I've always had a question I've been particularly curious about," Xie Lang said, "Although I've never been in a relationship, I've never been very clear. ”

"You've been with Qiuqiu for so long, why does she still call you Mr. Lu?"

Lu Xiu recalled the first birthday Xu Chunqiu spent with him, the bowl of longevity noodles sprinkled with green onions, the "Lu Xiu Seal Letter" printed in her palm, and the birthday wishes that were submerged in the inbox.

- Mr. Lu, happy birthday.

What a simple blessing, that day he received hundreds of thousands of similar text messages, but he always felt that they were all "Mr. Lu", and this title was always a little different from others when called out of Xu Chunqiu's mouth.

But he still hoped that she could be called closer, such as "Lu Xiu", or the somewhat naïve ABB name he had always disliked, "Lu Xiuxiu".

But she didn't remember anything.

Lu Xiu didn't know how to answer her.

Xie Lang saw that he was silent, and asked again: "What about you, why do you keep calling her full name by name?"

is not a professional and alienated "Little Teacher Xu", nor is it a close nickname "Qiuqiu", but "Xu Chunqiu", just "Xu Chunqiu".

The fragrance of flowers flows together for a year, and the love is deep in spring and autumn.

Why does he always call her full name by name, because that name was given to her by him?

The memory of the Republic of China era is gone, it doesn't matter, he can wait.

It's like Xu Chunqiu waiting for him to regain Lu Changqing's memory.

If it doesn't work for a day or two, it will be a year, two years, five years, ten years, a lifetime, and he will always wait for her to come back.

Xie Lang waited for a long time, and did not wait for his response, she looked up at the distant sky, stretched a long lazy waist, and left the barbecue area briskly, and returned to the car.

Lu Xiu saw the sparse lights in the direction of the service desk in the distance, lowered his head and blocked the wind with his hand, put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

He saw that the lights were extinguished one by one, leaving only the street lamps evenly distributed on both sides of the road.

The night breeze blew his hair, but Lu Xiu felt as if he was a little sleepy, he closed his eyes, but soon opened them again. He didn't know what he wanted to do, or how he was going to spend the long night.

He was leaning against the fence next to the barbecue area, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

Xu Chunqiu, Xu Chunqiu, Xu Chunqiu......

His eyes began to blur, and his focus never came together.

As he was empty, he felt a burning pain between his fingers, and the cigarette burned into his hand.

He shook the ash of his cigarette, brought the cigarette that was almost all that was left to his lips, and took a hard puff.

His fingers, throat, and lungs were all stimulated, and the nicotine intake did not relieve his anxiety, let alone numb his spirit.

As soon as the cold wind blew, he seemed to become more awake.

Don't lie to yourself, Lu Xiu, he said to himself.

You can't wait for a long time, let alone a year or two, he can't even wait for a day, an hour, or a minute.

He took the crumpled lucky star out of the inner pocket of his coat, and the star paper had already softened because he had repeatedly dismantled it, and the star could no longer bulge, but could only maintain the shape of a deflated pentagon.

He took the star apart, and then the faint warm yellow light of the barbecue area carefully rubbed and looked at it over and over again.

- Lu Xiuxiu, who took apart this star, if I disappear one day, forget about me, it's okay to forget me.

- I don't belong to this era, but I belong to you.