What we don't necessarily encounter may become a part of ourselves in the next second. There are many things that may have been told to me, but listening to them has become something that has happened around me.

For example, when he was with her, he missed something.

The misunderstanding they missed may still be playing out today.

How to chase a kite with a broken string to get to the distance it should have.

It's all the clouds in the sky, getting closer and closer, and I realize that I have already approached the truth about beauty.

I don't know why there is always a red thread tied to your wrist and mine, pulling each other in the opposite direction of each other, breaking the thread, and stretching continuously.

Zhao Yihuan is still asleep, after all, she has spent a lot of physical strength in order to save people, and now she needs to rest well.

Her eyes were closed and her frowning expression showed that she had encountered something in her dream. The pink lips were slightly open, and the white teeth were clenched, indicating that she wanted to tell what was in her heart. But there is something in the heart, which should not be said, not mentioned, and not kept.

Zhang Yihang stood outside the house, and the red walls were stacked high, easily covering his body. He stood guard outside the door, guarding an unrealistic hope.

In fact, Zhang Yihang didn't want to do these sneaky actions, but he couldn't help but want to see her in his heart.

Zhang Yihang stood outside the door, twisting his head to look at Zhao Yihuan.

At this moment, Zhao Yihuan hadn't woken up yet, and Zhang Yihang didn't dare to take a step closer to her.

At some point, there was a distance between them, and as soon as he approached, she quickly ran away.

From there, the two were too far apart.

"I seem to have forgotten something, forgetting my heart that wants to be close to joy. ”

Listen carefully, the sound of a person's footsteps is not pleasant, but has an illusion of disturbance.

Zhao Yihuan slowly opened her eyes, she just woke up, her head was still very dizzy, so she lay on the bed and looked out the window.

There was always a shadow ready to move, and she always felt that there was a flickering black shadow in front of her.

Outside the window, a man waited uneasily, waiting for the beautiful accident to slowly brew in his heart.

After a while, the shadow seemed to disappear.

Zhao Yihuan was not interested in the things around him, and he didn't want to lie on the bed, so he pulled the red coat on his body and got up.

Although this skirt is many years old, it looks very old from the point of view of the style. This red skirt, although the grade of the fabric is still lacking, the workmanship and cut are first-class.

Zhao Yihuan touched the gown pattern and felt the simplicity and difficulty of that era.

Hearing the sound of Zhao Yihuan getting up, Zhang Yihang ran away in a panic.

When Zhao Yihuan walked out of the door, Zhang Yihang was already gone.

Where Zhang Yihang walked by, Zhao Yihuan also passed by that day, but I don't know if the height is different, and the scenery they see is also different.

Zhang Yihang was helping the old woman peel the green shoots in the lotus seeds, and the lotus seed cores were ruthlessly pulled out.

"The core of lotus seeds, connected to the heart, is bitter and sweet. ”

Zhao Yihuan laughed, there are fools who don't know this story, and they are so stupid that they eat lotus seeds without peeling the core.

Although Zhao Yihuan has no expectations and is not lonely, he can't recover the time he missed.

It is a long time, except for loneliness, leaving unforgettable memories.

"Why are you so nervous, isn't it important?" Zhao Yihuan, who woke up in Zhang Yihang's arms, looked at him with a nervous expression.

Then she fell asleep again, soundly.