"Oops, Xiaojing, Xiaoran, go out quickly, be careful of the fragments......"

Aunt Zhang is obviously anxious, the scum on the ground, on the carpet, on the floor tiles, and even in the closet, there may be fragments, and it is easy to step on scratches if you are not careful, there can be no such thing at home, she needs to clean it up quickly.

Shen Meilan is looking at people, she is afraid that someone will be injured, and she is afraid that the brother and sister will quarrel again, as if they were children.

"I thought you were playing around and smashing things, and it would be good if people were okay, and it would be okay if they were okay. ”

She took Li Miran's hand and walked to the bedroom.

And Wang Xiyun's observation is the color of people's faces, when Yu Jingen quickly withdrew his hand and put it in his trouser pocket, his face was discolored and gloomy, while Li Miran was smiling and colorful.

Wang Xiyun didn't speak, and went upstairs with Yu Jingen.

"That's it, you and Miran talk about it tomorrow. Tired, I went to take a shower. ”

Yu Jingen's words were sluggish, and now he and Mi Ran have responded to the sentence, "Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence". He said that he was tired, Wang Xiyun listened quietly, and watched his back enter the bathroom.

If you come uninvited, there is always no good thing, this is what Li Miran has always believed.

However, sometimes this is not always the case.

At about 9 o'clock in the morning, Li Miran was sitting in the bay window reading the painting book, the sun was shining on her body, revealing a blurry white, and she heard someone knocking on the door, "Come in." ”

After the door opened, she slowly raised her head, and the young woman's face gradually became clear in front of her eyes, and she smiled shallowly, "Sister-in-law doesn't have to go to work so late?"

In the Yu family, the only one who has nothing to do is herself.

Wang Xiyun was silent for a moment, walked to the window, and entered the beam, "Can you go to a place with me?" This invitation was too sincere, and she could see that Wang Xiyun was sincere when she said this.

Two women, at the moment, are in the same world and under the same sun, but they have different body temperatures, Li Miran is cold, and Wang Xiyun is hot.

The body is recovering well, but the meat has not grown, and he has not seen the outside world for more than a month, Li Miran wants to go.

On a warm sunny day in November in Nancheng, Li Miran's hand was gently held, not Yu Jingen, but Wang Xiyun, who couldn't say what he felt, but felt more and more cold.

"Here, there are a lot of people's stories. ”

Two women, one 22 years old and the other 28 years old, stand side by side on the outskirts of Nancheng, a beautiful, elegant and interesting garden, one indifferent and the other hopeful.

Walking on the walking path, the low-rise buildings are scattered one after another, with smooth and beautiful walls, jagged and colorful gardens, and occasional young people riding bicycles through, all revealing the vitality of this place.

"It seems that I have been to Nancheng no more places than you. "Everything here is very unfamiliar.

What comes to Li Miran's mind are the streets and alleys of Nancheng and the landmark buildings where couples check in, which Yu Jingen once took her to, and there are pictures of them falling in love everywhere. And here, she has not been.

Wang Xiyun shook her head and smiled lightly, she was beautiful, confident, mature, and generous, but there was unwillingness in her eyes at the moment.

"Not to mention leaving for four months, even if it is half a month away, the changes in a city are unimaginable to you and me. ”

Walking on the unfamiliar streets of the familiar city, the scenery is unknown, the people are unknown, the feelings are even more unknown, and the road is too shallow, so you can only float on the surface.

Li Miran pointed to the young people shuttling on the boulevard and asked, "What is their story?"

Wang Xiyun smiled, his eyes were full of beauty, "It is a dream that is higher than the sky and wider than the sea, and it is a dream that is stronger than people and wider than the heart." ”

In the face of dreams, all stories are not worth mentioning.

Including love.

once dreamed of half his life, keeping a first love alone, and exhausted all of Li Miran's strength.

She found that Wang Xiyun stepped on this land, like an eagle about to fly, full of sharpness, but vaguely exuding a charming and flexible charm.

Li Miran asked, "Do you have a dream?"

Wang Xiyun asked, "What is your dream?"

In unison, the two looked at each other and smiled again.