When the two girls rushed out, the sky outside the window suddenly became dark.

It is very in line with Zou Liwen's next mood.

Song Fei had no destination, and stopped after running for a while.

The crowd was bustling on the street, and she caught a glimpse of Ren Yulan grinding the ground with her bare feet, so she didn't know why, so she opened her mouth and said, "I'll buy you a pair of shoes." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the other party was still carrying shoes in his hand......

I suddenly felt embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Ren Yulan responded generously: "Okay, but my feet are very picky, can you order it?"

Song Fei was stunned for a moment, and some couldn't answer.

She saw Ren Yulan staring at herself, as if she was finding some familiar past through her body.

And in the end, Ren Yulan exhaled softly.

Gave up.

Fourteen years later, Lingzhou, time flows, changing rapidly.

Located in the northwest of the city, Ximu Lane was originally unknown, but in a vigorous urban reconstruction, it has become a must-have check-in place for young people.

Song Fei is very unfamiliar with this alley.

However, fortunately, there is Ren Yulan.

"I was going to bring you here, although it took a bit of a detour, but fortunately, there is enough time now. Ren Yulan said, stopping in front of a narrow porch.

Song Fei raised his head, and there was a circular signboard diagonally above, with a dark pattern and bright ink, which was particularly conspicuous in most of the homogeneous storefronts in Ximu Lane.

"Ting, Lan. She couldn't help but read it out.

The tip of his tongue turned slightly, as if a trace of melancholy lingered in it, but it was quickly dispersed by another voice.

"Hey, does it look familiar?" Ren Yulan propped up the doorway, "Clothing store, yours." ”

Song Fei was shocked.

Song Fei remembered that when he was seventeen years old, Song Changlin had the idea of entering the entertainment industry.

At that time, the Song family had a lot of industry, and it was not a big deal to use a small piece of the funds for operation, so "Shangyuan Entertainment" came into being.

But during this period, Song Fei listened to a lot of reminders, it was nothing more than a mixed entertainment industry, and Zhuang Yingqiu wanted to watch Song Changlin closely, and after listening to it a lot, Song Fei naturally took it to heart.

She didn't have Zhuang Yingqiu's big eyes, so when the company began to settle in the first batch of little stars, she couldn't wait to go over to inspect.

No one thought that after this inspection, Song Fei directly helped Song Changlin a lot, not to mention setting up the artist's performance costumes, and shocked the four by the way.

However, even so, Song Changlin and Zhuang Yingqiu still insisted that they had a small hobby of cutting clothes......

Studying and studying, no.

"I ask you a question. Song Fei was stunned when she heard her voice, "I studied clothing in college?"

"Isn't it?" Ren Yulan frowned, "How do I remember that you seem to be majoring in finance? Which foreign school is ......from?"

"Like?" she blinked, not surprised to go abroad, but just asked, "What about ......you?" How did you know me?"

Ren Yulan listened sadly and pointed to the wooden shelf a few steps away from Song Fei.

Song Fei finally looked at the photo that she didn't pay attention to at all.

Oh, it's Ren Yulan himself.

However, Ren Yulan, as the chief model of "Tinglan", could not give Song Fei many useful answers.

They have known each other for five years, no more and no less, although they are intimate, but some too deep past will still not be touched.

"When I got married, we didn't know each other?"

"Nonsense, I only read about you in the newspapers at that time. ”

Song Fei didn't give up: "Then you call others scum, there should always be a reason, right?"

Ren Yulan scratched his head: "It's not that after getting acquainted, I feel that your married life has not been smooth......"

"What's wrong with the law?"

"I can't say the specifics, but you and Zhong Shidui are like that, it looks fake, okay, what's more-"

Ren Yulan stopped suddenly, and was rarely embarrassed.

Song Fei squinted: "Huh?"

Then, I saw Ren Yulan looking left and right, but he refused to continue.

Song Fei frowned.

I thought I would get some useful news, but I didn't expect a pit to be flattened, and a pit to rise again.

The two chatted in "Tinglan" for a while, during which Ren Yulan received a call from Zhong Shidu, and the address was given immediately after Song Fei's approval.

Calculate the time, and it's really almost time to go back.

Song Fei thought and began to look around again.

She never thought it would be her life.

The fragments can't piece together a complete picture of life, but it doesn't affect the slightest hint of everything.

Study abroad, return to China, get married, open a shop.

It seems to be a fairly complete process, but after a closer look, there is a lot of room to explore.

Unfortunately, the clue was broken again.

Song Fei simply stood up and walked to the side to flip through the photo album.

Inside are the costumes that "Tinglan" has sold, no more, no less, but each one is enough to show the degree of care.

She slowly flipped through them one by one, and from time to time she was surprised by what she was thinking at the time, as if she was reviewing another person's life.

But soon, Song Fei's eyes froze.

It was the last page of the album, a newcomer's outfit.

To be precise, it is a newlywed's costume where only the bride appears.

And the bride's face is herself.

Song Fei's fingers tightened unconsciously.

In the photo, she turned her face sideways, looking at the groom's formal clothes spread aside, and her expression seemed to be vaguely shy.

But she knew it wasn't.

For no reason, she just knew.

A suppressed shiver suddenly came from his mind, and Song Fei's face turned pale all of a sudden, as if something was constantly hitting in the depths of his memory, trying to break out of the encirclement.

With a clatter, she sat down against the table.

In sight, Ren Yulan rushed over, shaking her shoulders and shouting.

"I'm fine, I'm fine......" Song Fei heard herself repeat over and over again.

But then, Ren Yulan was pulled away again.

"Song Fei?"

She stared at the visitor, her out-of-focus eyes refocused, wondering if his face would be just right if it was in that picture.

Then, for no apparent reason, she burst into tears.