I stayed in this era for five years and only did three things, the stage, acting, and loving you.

Xu Chunqiu's first thought when he opened his eyes was to find Lu Xiu, the painted horse decorated with multicolored ropes was held in her hand, and she flew through the torii with small steps, and the small bells tied to the multicolored ropes jingled.

The Ema of Dingxi Mountain Shrine really worked, and she really met Lu Xiu again in her next life.

She walked down the steps in front of the shrine, and in the thick of the night, she saw a familiar, tall back.

Xu Chunqiu wrinkled her nose without a trace, and she smelled a strange smell.

Smell of smoke?

She slowed her pace unconsciously, and the sparkling lights ticked a golden outline on his back.

They used to see the snow lanterns all over the mountains together, and he said that he would take himself to see the cherry blossoms in spring and the fireworks in summer.

But at this moment, I saw that the shadow in the night seemed to be a little tired. He raised his hand, brought something to his lips, took a deep breath, and exhaled a swirling white smoke.

Since when did he start smoking?

Xu Chunqiu ran over without thinking about it, and snatched the cigarette from his hand from behind in an embracing posture.

"When did you start smoking, Lu Xiuxiu?"

The little girl's voice was crisp and vivid.

When Lu Xiu heard such a sentence, the cigarette in his hand burned between his fingers, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Lu Xiuxiu?

He didn't bother with any smoke, and turned away in shock.

"You ......"

He has been disappointed too many times, Xu Chunqiu on the hospital bed who was exchanged for Su Chaodui at a huge price woke up weakly, the sudden sound of "Lu Xiuxiu" under the Turkish moonlight, and the sudden change between her gaze at the Venice Film Festival, again and again, the scenes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and for a while, Lu Xiu didn't dare to have too many expectations.

He was afraid that this time, the sentence "Lu Xiuxiu" was also just an illusory bubble.

Xu Chunqiu took a hard breath behind his back, the citrus-flavored aftershave and the slightly choking smell of smoke mixed together, and she slowly let go of her hand.

She knew what he was thinking.

In the mountain snow lamp, Xu Chunqiu walked around in front of him, with light in his eyes. She slowly lifted her left arm and pulled up the sleeve of her shirt.

The skin on the arms is smooth and complete, and the fine hairs are like the fine hairs on peaches, which are painted golden yellow, and there are no marks on them.

The long, burned-cigarette scar was gone.

Her pupils were like a pool of water, and inside were twinkling stars and jumping lights.

Lu Xiu's voice almost trembled: "You remembered everything?"

"Do you remember...... Do you remember......"

His voice was slightly hoarse, and his cello-like voice was smoky, and his eyes were empty, and he repeated unconsciously.

He couldn't tell what it was like, the person he loved was clearly by his side, but she didn't remember anything.

When Xu Chunqiu had just been discharged from the hospital, Lu Xiu stood alone in the living room of the small villa, with the three largest suitcases spread out on the carpet.

He looked at the empty room, his mind drifting far away.

The balls of stockings and socks, the bottles and cans on the dresser, the rabbit slippers on the shoe rack in the entrance, and the thick script full of the words "Lu Changqing...... The electric toothbrushes on the sink turned into two, the kitchen was filled with pots and pans that he once thought he would never use, and before he knew it, Xu Chunqiu had filled every corner of his life.

It's only been five years, and she has only occupied five years of her life, but when she moved away, she pulled his flesh and blood like a cocoon, every nerve was pulled by her, and he carried a heavy memory, silently waiting by her side, desperately praying that she would be able to remember everything in the past.

The crumpled paper star was still lying in the inner pocket of his suit, and the words written on it were written on it that he had chewed countless times.

- 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.

Has she ever carried such a heavy burden on her back, facing herself countless times who knows nothing about their past?

Xu Chunqiu saw that he was stunned and didn't react for a long time, so he carefully stood on tiptoe, tentatively "chirped" on his cheek, and dropped a gentle kiss.

Her voice was also soft, almost breathless, and the faint flow of air spat between his jaw and ear, crispy and itchy.

"Lu Xiuxiu, your stubble has grown. ”

How many sleepless nights, how many times he had watched the sun rise on the horizon tear through the night, until this moment, he felt that he had seen the light.

He cautiously stretched out his hand and gently wrapped his arms around Xu Chunqiu's waist, the movement was too light, full of hesitation and uncertainty.

One second, two seconds, time seemed to freeze, stretched as long as centuries, and he felt Xu Chunqiu reach out and hug him.

Xu Chunqiu...... Xu Chunqiu......"

Xu Chunqiu's small movement stimulated his heart, he heard his heartbeat beating loudly, and felt something in his temples beating suddenly.

He hugged Xu Chunqiu almost roughly, pulled her into his arms, strangled her, embedded her, as if in this way, they would never be separated again.

Xu Chunqiu was silent, let him hold him, the tip of her nose lingered with the smell of smoke, and the hand around his back gently patted his stiff back, as if healing a scarred beast, and like comforting a fragile child.

The heavy pressure on his shoulders suddenly dissipated, and his sweetheart returned.

After a long, long time, Lu Xiu finally calmed down, and let go of Xu Chunqiu with some apologies: "Did you strangle you, I tried too hard......"

Xu Chunqiu shook his head obediently, squinted his eyes and smiled into two crescent moons: "You haven't answered my question Lu Xiuxiu." ”

"When did you start smoking?"

Lu Xiu's heart suddenly "chuckled", and his gaze drifted unnaturally.

Xu Chunqiu was still so keen, and as soon as he came back, he grabbed the problem he wanted to escape the most.

When was the first time you smoked, a year ago? No, not that long......

His thoughts drifted wildly, only to hear Xu Chunqiu gently and carefully throw out the next sentence: "...... Is it because of me?"