Compared with the bustle in the company, the front of the Yongan Pavilion seems deserted.

"Let's go in!"

"I'll let you go first, respect the elder!"

"I see, you are younger than me, and you should love the young. What I can, I'll let you go first. ”

The two of them stood at the door like two dead trees, standing dead in front of the Yongan Pavilion.

Just like the sycamore branches of the year, they are intermingled with each other and are connected, but it is a pity that the painting has faded in the passage of time, and it is gradually impossible to see the original appearance.

Time passed minute by minute, and the door of the Yongan Pavilion never opened again.

In the alley, an old man with a sad face.

In that deep alley, in the mouth of the alley where the sun could not shine, he frowned again, his eyes were like torches, and his trembling right hand held a long bamboo strip. Occasionally, a beam of light leaked into the deep alley, and happened to shine on the old man's wrinkled face. At this moment, he showed a strange smile.

A long time ago, there was an old plane tree planted in front of the Yongan Pavilion, with its thin branches and large golden leaves that glittered in the sun.

A group of young men in their prime carried out their first outdoor sketch in front of the Yongan Pavilion, and the girl under the plane tree became the most beautiful scenery in their paintings.

The biggest regret in life is nothing more than ......

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the sun-soaked places leave large and small shadows. There are the shadows of the trees that move with the wind, there are the solid shadows that change with the passage of time, and there are them who grow old with time.

A few of them made an appointment to bask in the warm sun and paint on the side of the road together......

The Yong'an Pavilion in the old days was not as deserted as it was now.

The old man vaguely remembered that he was very fond of collecting the leaves of the plane tree, making them into cute little labels, and then giving them to her.

When I walked here with a special gift, he was one step ahead of me.

After that day, under the plane tree again, I could no longer draw the beautiful fantasy that the plane tree bestowed.

The picture of the two of them knowing and loving each other made the old man very unhappy, but he still accepted it.

But in the end, he abandoned her, leaving her alone as a woman.

The most regrettable thing this time is that this big plane tree was dug up the previous year because of traffic blockage.

The big tree in front of him was gone, so he came here to inspect the situation.

"I'm here this time, and I don't believe you dare to play tricks right under my nose. A dark shadow flashed in front of the old man's eyes, and he seemed to understand something, and then lifted his bamboo stick and walked out of the alley.

"It's almost time, you can't get in. Zhang Yihang urged.

"Go, you go open the door!" Zhao Yihuan gave Zhang Yihang a look.

The door still didn't open, because no one would move away.

There is a loudspeaker hanging in front of the Yongan Pavilion, and it makes a rustling sound.

"The old fingertips of the moon are wrapped around the red line, and the love of three lives is under the sycamore. The rustling of the horn and the sound of the radio came and went, melodiously reaching the ears of the two of them.

The two people in front of the Yongan Pavilion had never listened carefully.

"Xiao Xiao dust and rain in front of the sycamore, and the bright light outside the red mansion. It was March when the snow was melting, and the grass and trees did not move, and the east wind stopped. After a few years of poetry and poetry, no one outside the door felt new tears. ”

"I don't believe I can handle you two. The old man frowned and pinched his fingers, it was time to make a move.

The owner of the Yongan Pavilion was still scratching his head about this matter, but when he saw the old man appear behind the two, he put down his heart again.

Under the sunlight, the old man's wrinkles are clearly visible, and it can be seen that he has broken his heart for the lifelong events of the two.

"Forget it, I think you're cowardly, it's better to ......"

"Okay! Let's go ...... together."

As soon as Zhang Yihang turned his head, he didn't see the person in front of him clearly, so he gave others a slap on the head.