Chapter 7: Sunset Encounter

Every day now seems to be getting by for Lin Xinmo.

Except when I draw pictures and study, my heart is full, but all other times it seems to be empty.

I know it's time to give up, I know that he won't come back, but I still think about holding on a little longer, holding on a little longer, maybe, I will see a turnaround in the next second, but now it seems that the conditions really don't allow it, and even my last bit of memory will be confiscated......

Thinking like this, I fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes again, the sky was covered with a canvas, and the whole sky was as red as fire, so gorgeous, but also so short.

Lin Xinmo always likes to go out at such a time, go to the place where he has walked I don't know how many times, and then sit under the banyan tree at the head of the village for an hour or two, and then walk home along the road full of memories.

And Ling Xingmo, who had been working for a day, was about to go out for a walk, when he saw Lin Xinmo from a distance. His mother used to like to take him out for a walk in the evening, and told him that he would live ninety-nine if he walked a hundred steps after dinner. But he no longer wanted to believe what his mother said, who made her ......

At this time, Ling Xingmo, who was leaning against the door and looking into the distance, with the sunset behind him, seemed to be a god descending from heaven, and even the grandmother next door was fascinated.

"What do you see, young man. Grandma asked kindly.

And Ling Xingmo, who didn't like to talk to strangers very much, only said one sentence for her sake of being an elder: "It's nothing." ”

However, fortunately, grandma was kind and kind-hearted, so she didn't care about him so much, and continued: "You just arrived here, I've never seen such a handsome guy like you, are you the one who has been busy with demolition and reconstruction recently." “

"Well, if you want me to say, I really don't want to move out, I've lived here for most of my life, and my ancestors have been here for generations. “

"Hey, by the way, I heard that Xiaolin's girl went to the village chief's office this morning, and she is also a poor child. “

"My mother died when I was a child, and I finally finished college, and my father died, so I left this child alone, I seemed to like the kid of the Han family before, but the Han family moved away. “

"It should be that she is reluctant to leave, after all, she grew up here, and her parents are buried here. However, you can do ideological work with her, and she is not an unreasonable child. ”

After speaking, he looked at Ling Xingmo looking thoughtfully into the distance, and did not reply, and hurriedly asked, "Is it my old lady, you are annoyed with too many words." ”

"No, old man. I'm out for a walk. Although Ling Xingmo still didn't have any expression, he could still hear the politeness and humility in his tone.

After speaking, he strode into the distance, I don't know if he reflected the sunset or the sunset reflected him, the sky looked extraordinarily beautiful, even the mood of the people was a lot better, and even the coming darkness became no longer terrifying.

"This kid is really eye-catching, my eyes feel a lot brighter, old lady. ”

Looking at the handsome man in the distance, the old lady muttered alone.

And Ling Xingmo, who was about to walk to Lin Xinmo's side, looked at the figure that was looking into the distance and pondered, and couldn't help but ponder, he always felt that he had seen too many stories in this girl that didn't belong to her age......

But as everyone knows, they just sit and stand together to see the scenery together, but they have become the scenery in the eyes of others.