When Song Fei arrived in Amsterdam in the afternoon, after a short rest, he was taken out to eat by Zhong Shidu.

On this trip, there were only the two of them.

Winter is not a good season for travel, although it is not as cold as Lingzhou, but there will still be a cool breeze when walking on the street. Song Fei couldn't help wrapping her coat tightly, and didn't take a few steps, but when she saw Zhong Shidui say to herself, "Wait a minute", she walked to the side of the street, and after a while, she turned back and took a woolen hat in her hand.

"Put it on. He was concise and straight to the point.

The softness covers the head firmly, and the barrier is firm and warm.

When I left the restaurant a little later, the whole city was rainy and foggy.

Song Fei buttoned her hat tightly and turned her head to look at Zhong Shidu. The rain splashed on his cheeks mercilessly, and soon it was splashed with moisture, but he didn't realize it, and after walking a few steps, he felt her gaze and looked over: "What's wrong?"

Song Fei: "Beware of getting sick." ”

He just shook his head and didn't speak.

Song Fei had a feeling inexplicably, as if Zhong Shidui had been dyed with an unconscious gloom since he stepped into Amsterdam.

Is it because of the city?

Song Fei didn't know where to start, and when she passed under a row of high-hanging decorative lights, she suddenly grabbed his arm.

"You wait. She hurried to speak, turned and ran, and came back in a short time, with a woolen hat on her head that was the same as before.

"Give. Song Fei handed it to him, and finally added, "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold." ”

She was telling the truth, but Zhong Shidui didn't move, her dark eyes stared straight at her, and she couldn't discern any other emotion except the thicker ink.

"Zhong Shidu?" Song Fei was puzzled and stuffed his hat into his hand.

At this time, a speeding motorcycle brushed the side of the street, splashing a series of splashes, Zhong Shidui seemed to wake up suddenly, and his hands behind him grabbed Song Fei's waist and gently brought the person to his side.

Between the spins, neon poured all over the ground, and in this situation, there was a foreign scenery in her eyes, and there was also a foreign him.

For the next few days, they wandered around Amsterdam until December 24.

It was raining this day, and after getting up in the morning, Song Fei took out the long-handled umbrella she brought, but Zhong Shiwan didn't give her a chance, and after meeting in the hotel restaurant for breakfast, she took the person directly to the edge of the canal.

"Take a boat?" Song Fei blurted out, his eyes unconsciously looking at Zhong Shidu.

Dressed in a black suit, she was told she was coming to see the canal?

Compared with Song Fei's surprise, Zhong Shiwan hummed calmly and pulled her up.

The boat was covered by a canopy, and after a short drive, the rain crackled down.

Song Fei was listening to the guide with the headphones that came with the cruise ship, and was so disturbed that he couldn't hear clearly for a while, so he had to take off the headphones stupidly. She looked up at the other side, Zhong Shidui leaned back in her chair, her head tilted slightly, and looked out in silence.

Song Fei also turned his head.

Under the gloomy sky, the bridge crossed, and the cold color was clear.

She got bored when she saw it, glanced at the houseboat on the side, became interested in the flowers and plants by the window, and suddenly asked after a while, "Can there be people living in it now?"

Zhong Shidui looked over: "It's always possible." ”

"I kind of want to try. Song Fei's eyes were full of longing, and he propped his head and said, "You know, I've always been curious about this place." ”

"Here?"

"Well, I've seen a 007 before, and Bond is driving a boat on this river to chase people. She said, laughing, "Isn't it a strange memory point?"

"It's not. Zhong Shidui shook his head, but his hand tapped the table that separated the two, "However, you will not get used to it." ”

"It's like I've lived there. ”

He seemed to curl his fingers, lowered his eyes slightly, and only said lightly after a moment: "I have lived." ”

As Zhong Shidui spoke, the rain gradually stopped.

The guide voice of the headphones is clear again, and it is Mandarin with a full voice.

But Song Fei has no time to take care of it.

She stared at him, her mind slipping back to when she had gotten up in the morning. It was late in the morning here, and she couldn't tell the time outside, so she had to walk to the window.

The rain curtain is thin and the street scene is hazy, but with the sound of bicycle bells in the vicinity, the curtain that envelops you is finally slowly lifted.

As it is now.

Song Fei froze: "Are you ...... Stayed in Amsterdam?"

"Hmm. ”

She asked, "Study, work, or ......."

Zhong Shidui raised his eyes: "It's just life." ”

Song Fei was stunned by the cold light in his eyes, and he was speechless, but he suddenly smiled when he saw the other side: "Do you know the Hongdeng District?"

Her mind exploded, and all thoughts rushed to a terrifying answer.

"Didn't you agree to come with me just to know this?" he leaned closer, revealing the corners of his white teeth, "that's where my mother works, and that's where I grew up." ”

As the words fell, the rain poured down again.

And Song Fei was speechless in a daze.

The canal trip came to an end in silence.

After going ashore, Zhong Shidui originally wanted to send Song Fei to the Queen's Department Store to go shopping, but Song Fei decisively refused. There is no way, he can only take people to their destination-

Nieuwe Ooster, the largest cemetery in the Netherlands.

The columbarium is isolated to the extreme, and when you walk in, in addition to the open sky overhead, there are only white terrazzo walls around, and you have to walk carefully in the silence, and occasionally make a noise carelessly, which is afraid to disturb the deceased.

Finally, they stopped.

In front of me is a single columbarium, no photos, no flowers, only an urn, and a name that shows the identity of the original owner -

Qin Miaolan.

"She's my mom. Zhong Shidui said.

Considering that Zhong Shiwan should have something to say to Qin Miaolan, Song Fei stepped aside and waited after bowing.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Shidui also came over quickly and nodded at her: "Let's go." ”

"Don't stay a little longer?" Song Fei wondered, "You come often?"

He paused: "Once a year." ”

"That's a lot to say. Song Fei stopped, "You don't care about me, I'm not in a hurry." ”

Zhong Shidui looked at her: "No. ”

She was even more puzzled: "How can you not use it?"

Zhong Shidui didn't want to waste time, and was about to turn around and continue walking, but his arm was gently pulled.

"Zhong Shidu. In front of him, Song Fei looked up and asked eagerly, "What's wrong with you?"

His voice was tense and worried, but his heart shook instantly, and his thoughts went back to the past like a tide.

"If one day, there is someone around you who will worry about you, remember to cherish it. At that time, Qin Miaolan was almost dying, but her hand was holding on to him, "Shi Dui, I want you to ...... You can live well. ”

And Zhong Shidu, after all, failed to become what she hoped to be.

Along the way, he has stood alone, licked blood from the edge of a knife, and has only now had his status in Shiguang.

But if in his most tyrannical days, someone was willing to warm his heart like Song Fei now, would everything be different?

It's just that in reality, there will be no ifs.

This year's Christmas Eve, there is no festive atmosphere.

After returning from the cemetery, Zhong Shidui entered the room and did not even eat dinner, and the next day, they set off as planned to return to Lingzhou.

Song Fei worked hard all the way, and returned to Wenyuan until he woke up at night. The room was pitch black, Zhong Shidui was not there, and after eating a few bites of the food left by Aunt Luo, she went back to the room with a wilt.

She thought that she must have been affected by Zhong Shidu's low mood.

The suitcases next to the bed were spread out, and various clothes were mixed up, and one of the woolen hats was a little abrupt.

Song Fei couldn't help staring in a daze, but after a moment of chaos, a strange thought popped up in his mind inexplicably. She kicked her luggage open and dragged the lockbox out of the cabinet that had never been opened.

She tried all the numbers she could, but to no avail.

However, if her numbers can't, then what about the numbers that mean a lot to Zhong Shidu?

Song Fei took a deep breath and slowly dialed down the four numbers - "1224".

With a click, the lock opened.

In the lockbox, a set of red wedding dresses is neatly arranged, and on top of the wedding dress, a black-covered notebook is pressed.

Song Fei hesitated for a moment, picked up the notebook, and turned the first page.

There was a poem written on it.

You'll love me one day,

I can wait for your love to grow slowly.

The handful of flowers in your hand,

Isn't it also the seed that fell in April and bloomed in June?

Now I have planted a seed full of hearts,

At least one or two grains always take root and sprout,

The flowers that bloom are the ones you don't want to pick—

It's not love, maybe it's a little love.

A violet blooming in front of my grave—

The vestige of love - you will always look at him;

That glance at you is worth my distress.

What is death?

You'll love me one day.

The handwriting is neat, from Song Fei's own handwriting.

She inexplicably felt some sweet and distressed emotions, not knowing if it was just because of the moral of the poem, or if it also came from a memory that was pressed in the depths of her mind.

The hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

And with this action, a photo fell. On it, a teenager-like person raised his hand to block his forehead, but he might as well smile wantonly and flamboyantly on most of his face.

He is......

Clock twilight.