The old man sighed: "It's not easy to wait for someone you love, and it doesn't matter if you come or not." ”

"Old man, I'm used to being alone, pure. ”

Sheng Yu looked at him and suddenly asked, "Haven't you thought about finding a companion?"

As far as he knew, he had never married, and had been here since many years ago, alone with pigeons.

"Find a companion—" He froze as he said this, his eyes losing focus, as if they were stuck in a memory long ago.

His old fingers rubbed, then slowly released, looked down at the empty fingers, and slumped his hands on his legs.

Sheng Yu looked at him quietly, and suddenly thought, how could he have no story after living for so long.

The only thing he knew about him was probably that his surname was Nian.

In this silent atmosphere, the black gradually turned gray, like a veil fog, gray and gray, but the expression on the other party's face could be seen clearly.

He finally came back to his senses in deep thought, like waking up from a big dream: "I used to like to travel. ”

Sheng Yu straightened his face and began to listen to him seriously.

"I've been to a lot of countries. ”

He raised his hand and made a gesture of pinching something with his fingers, obviously holding something, although there was nothing: "I like to play the harmonica, so I play it everywhere." ”

He said the last sentence and the next sentence, but Sheng Yu immediately grasped the point.

Grandpa Nian looked at his hand and put it down: "The last country I went to was country E, and I was 37 years old that year. ”

At this time, he seemed to have changed into a different person, the kind old man no longer existed, and now sitting here was an elegant and erudite young man, whose bearing was extraordinary.

"I remember very well, it was winter. The winter in country E was very cold, and I wore a heavy camel-colored coat, which did not have any beauty except to protect against the cold. ”

He paused, and his eyes suddenly narrowed into a line: "By the way, my name is Nian Chang'an." ”

Chang'an, Chang'an.

Live a long life, peace and joy.

Time goes back to the time when I was thirty-seven years old.

Not young enough but the most golden age, the closer a man approaches forty, the more attractive he is.

It was the most mature and charming period that belonged to him.

"I found a hotel to stay in, there was a red bench outside the hotel, because it was too cold, I didn't want to run any farther, so I sat on the bench and watched the people come and go. ”

"Everybody sitting there talks to me. ”

"I play the harmonica, and they all love to listen to it. ”

He stopped again.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, as if he didn't know what to say next.

Sheng Yu finally spoke up: "And then?"

"There was a man, he was gentlemanly, courteous, had a unique opinion, and he was the finest man I have ever met. ”

His withered fingers folded, his hands touched, and he held it steadily: "He and I have common hobbies and ideas, and at that time we all thought that we were another self in the world." ”

"We had a great conversation. ”

Sheng Yu quietly looked at his side face, as if looking at the once elegant and talkative man through time.

He smiled slightly, and the faint morning light paced on his face: "He also loves to travel, that's what he said." ”

"But he had to watch his hotel, and I knew it then, he was the owner of the hotel. ”

"I told him a lot about my travel experience and he loved it. ”

"I taught him to play the harmonica. ”

Grandpa Nian, no, Nian Changan raised his hand again: "He learns very quickly, and when he left, I gave him the harmonica that had accompanied me for nearly half my life." ”

The year Chang'an stopped.

I didn't talk about it anymore when I got here.

Sheng Yu seemed to have a vague guess in his heart, but he didn't know it very clearly, so he still asked: "Then why don't you stop traveling later?"

"I didn't know at the time. ”

His fingers moved to the ground, as if he was still holding the harmonica in his hand, "I just gave out the harmonica at that time." ”

"Now I know, I'm giving away the rest of my life. ”

Sheng Yu was surprised, and slowly calmed down.

His suspicions were verified.

For this budding and incomprehensible relationship, he only sent his most precious thing in his heart when he left, thinking that it was an encounter with his soul best friend, but it became a dark and indescribable end.

How long did it take him to figure it out.

"Then why didn't you go to him later?"

Nian Chang'an shook his head: "What if I went? Five years have passed when I figured it out, and it is unknown whether he still remembers me." ”

"Perhaps he has already married and had children. ”

"Perhaps—" He lowered his head again, his voice falling out.

Maybe it was as he wished, but so what, across the distance of the country, who could abandon home for whom.

"Grandpa. ”

Nian Chang'an came back to his senses again, looked at him sideways, and those long-term memories were pulled back by his grandfather.

He slowly raised his hand, patted Sheng Yu's shoulder, and returned to his smiling appearance: "This is the secret of grandpa's life, and I will tell you today, you have to cover it firmly." ”

Nian Chang'an and Grandpa Nian are like two people.

The years have left mottled traces on his body, and the only good thing is probably that those knots that he thought he would never get over have gradually lost the pain at that time, and it is no longer clear whether it is that person or regret that he can't give up.

Sheng Eucalyptus led Xiaocha all the way, and the sunlight showed its head, slowly pulling it open from the side of the canopy, until it was spread on his body, and his skin was even fairer.

Entering the house, his thoughts for the past few days suddenly found a way to solve it.

Picked up a paintbrush and locked himself in his room.

.

A week has passed, and the weather here is getting drier and colder, and Wen Dusk has no time to buy thick clothes, and he feels sick to his throat when he wakes up in the morning.

A day passed, and I really caught a cold.

The throat was hot and painful, the mind was swollen, and people were stunned when they entered the door.

She covered her head, groggy and took her temperature, and turned out to have a fever.

Low-grade fever, 37.5, drank the antipyretic medicine prepared by Sheng Eucalyptus in advance, and buried it in the bed.

The only thing I'm glad about is that I just talked to Sheng Yu yesterday, and she should be okay in two days...

Don't let him see it.

Awakened in the middle of the night, her throat was hot, and it hurt like she had countless grains of sand, so she drank water and lay down again.

But I had a night of absurd and strange dreams.

When she woke up again, her headache was much better, her throat was still the same, her face was very red, and her snot couldn't stop flowing, so she couldn't bear it and asked for leave.

At least I don't want to have a bad impact on the company because of my image problems.

Because of her leave, Lin Rui and Ding Yuehan's work tasks have increased a lot.

She felt guilty, so she took all the materials she needed, and sat in the hotel for a busy half a day.

I went out at noon, I don't know if it was because the wind was blowing again, or it wasn't good at all, my head began to rise again, and the whole person was dizzy.

Looking at the temperature she had just taken, she squinted and fell silent.