After the rehearsal, Jiang Yumo slowly walked out with his baby cello, but he was thinking in his heart: What happened to this woman in early summer, took his car keys and said that she was going to debug the hateful car navigation system for him, but why is there no one until now.

He suddenly realized at this moment, she •••••• that this little girl can't be blatantly lazy, right?

He was more or less annoyed, and cursed himself for his stupidity as he walked, since the first day he saw this girl, she didn't seem to have completed any of his tasks, and the simple job of connecting to the plane had turned into his own search for her, and he wondered what would have happened to her if he hadn't found her that day? Could the pile of resumes she read about him help her find herself? Did she think it was the mantra of the Buddha, and the thought of the monkey would give her a headache, and then he appeared in front of her.

She was undoubtedly late for every rehearsal, he was a punctual person, so he also wanted everyone around him to be punctual, but every time the words he taught her came to his lips, he swallowed because of her sleepwalking-like expression.

She seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember, he just felt very familiar, this question that had always plagued him finally came to his mind after knowing Chu Xia for many, many years, she seemed to be his mother when she was young, like Jiang Rumeng in her childhood memory, her mother at that time was beautiful, as beautiful as early summer, he missed that time, so he would subconsciously forgive Chu Xia for everything, but unfortunately he didn't know at that time.

At that time, Jiang Yumo would not have thought of this, because these two people who had no intersection at all and were not in the same age group were not comparable at all, so he could only vaguely accommodate her mistakes again and again, which was an instinct.

He endured her being late, and he had to send her back to school after every rehearsal, while she would only fall asleep in the car, as if she hadn't slept in her life, and he, like this, became his full-time driver, and he had to pay her a salary.

He thought, doesn't it mean that there is no such thing as a world that is not unearned, but after seeing the early summer, he firmly believes that this sentence is not necessarily true.

Today, once again, she made his most taboo mistake, time, she was wasting his time, he slowly frowned, took off his glasses, he rummaged through his handbag for the spare key, he didn't want to consume his precious time while waiting.

Opening the trunk of the recreational vehicle, he carefully placed his baby piano, and only after making sure that everything was okay did he open the door, and he saw a thick pile of copied scores on the passenger seat, and the scores of each instrument on it were neatly fixed with a folder, with her beautiful handwriting, and he looked, violin, middle, cello, bass, clarinet, oboe, flute, trombone, French horn, tuba, timpani••••••

Smiling, Jiang Yu meditated, she didn't break her promise today, and the efficiency was still very good, he glanced at the score she copied again, every note, every clef, it was clear, it was the type of handwriting he liked.

Satisfied, I started the car, and as the car started, the navigator suddenly said, "Navigation has started, please enter the destination you want to go••••••"

The smile in Jiang Yumo's eyes continued to expand, maybe he was wrong, maybe, she still had advantages.

Following the tips of the navigator, he drove on the busy roads of the city, which had changed a lot, and it was no longer what he remembered, and the rapid development of the city had made him forget where he was. Maybe every place in the world today has shown their common appearance, globalization is approaching step by step, every country, every city is like identical twins, he doesn't know if this is good, he only knows that this is no longer the imperial city of the past, and he has less and less so-called sense of belonging.

It gradually exudes the light of a metropolis, and slowly becomes Tokyo, New York, and any cosmopolitan metropolis in the world, where there will be any material pursuit, but it is missing the things in the heart.

He slowly walked through the street that was originally a green light in an orderly manner, he was able to slowly adapt to the pedestrians crossing the road at will at the red light, he slowly learned that the green light does not necessarily mean unimpeded traffic in a sense, and this principle also applies to all aspects of life, nothing should be, and existence is reasonable, you can't change, you have to adapt, you have to obey.

Looking at the familiar street scene gradually entering his eyes, he knew that his apartment was about to arrive, he turned off the noisy navigator, he smiled, the more advanced the technology, the more lazy people will become, there are reminders to drive, maybe one day people will forget even their relatives, there is a machine that will remind you in due course: attention, attention, there are relatives five hundred meters ahead, there are relatives, please pay attention to say hello.

Turning slowly, he carefully dodged the children playing on the side of the road, but at the moment of the turn, he clearly caught a glimpse of a white shadow flashing in the rearview mirror, and the shadow was fleeting, and one word flashed in his mind without creativity: ghost.

He is in a hurry, he is not timid, but no one will be easy to meet ghosts in broad daylight, even if he is a man, but men will be afraid, who stipulates that men must shed blood and not tears, men will not be afraid of ghosts, and I haven't seen that the ghosts encountered in Liaozhai are all men?

He pretended to be calm, did not stop the car, but continued to drive towards the community, when he swiped the door card, the community security guard greeted him politely, he responded politely, he thought that since the security guard didn't see anything, then he can also treat it as if he didn't see anything, people and ghosts are the same, you care about it, it exists, you don't care, it may not exist, it may be more like a demon in people's hearts.

Turning the flower bed, he slowly drove towards the underground garage, but saw the white shadow again in the big circle, this time, he could see clearly, it was impossible for him to be dazzled twice, he could no longer pretend to be calm, he turned the corner and carefully stopped the car, with a chill on his neck that he could not control, he slowly turned his head••••••