On the other end, Bo Yan took Bo Yue and Nanbei to the plane, Nanbei suppressed his uneasiness, closed his eyes and rested, the brilliant sunlight reflected on the woman's face through the spotless airplane window, lining the skin almost transparent, clean and flawless. Her long, thick eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under her eyelids.

Bo Yan was a little flashy, staring at her, but Nanbei suddenly opened his eyes. Bo Yan came back to his senses and smiled: "Rest." It was as if the person who had just stared at her face wasn't him.

Nanbei also smiled.

The plane took off, passed through the clouds, and left the city where she had lived in the north and south for twenty years, and she closed her eyes again, and her eyes were blank. She suddenly felt a little reluctant in her heart, she wanted to remind herself of any memories related to the past, but she couldn't remember anything.

She didn't know when she fell asleep.

In the dream, she ran on the banks of the Thames, shuttling through the crowd, she was laughing, the crowd around her crowded to the riverside, and the eyes of London not far away radiated dazzling and bright light. Fireworks kept blooming in the deep blue sky, and the luster of the London Eye was faint.

The young people were cheering and counting down, and she stopped and looked back. Crashed into the lake in the boy's eyes.

He wrinkled his handsome brow, and his mood didn't look very good.

She smiled: "Song Qingran, can you be happy on Chinese New Year's Eve? Laugh, you have promised to accompany me out for New Year's Eve." Her voice was faint and distant from the sound of fireworks, and she put her hand to her lips and made a horn gesture, shouting hard.

The crowd roared, "3!2!1!Happy New Year!"

She jumped up excitedly and jumped into Song Qingran's arms. Ignoring his reluctance, his slender legs were outlined around his waist, wrapped around his neck, and shouted loudly: "Happy New Year, Young Master Song." "

Song Qingran suppressed her brows, but she didn't even pick off her hands and feet, but supported her buttocks.

The men and women around hugged each other and kissed to welcome the new year, and Song Qingran's cold and hard and distinct silhouette softened a little under the illumination of the light.

"Happy New Year. He said.

His voice was drowned out by the sound of fireworks, but she still heard it, and the joy of that moment hit her heart. Like a surging wave, like a sharp arrow cutting the heart, it hurts and is happy.

Nanbei eyelashes trembled slightly, opened her eyes, the light in the cabin was dim, there was silence, she subconsciously stroked her chest, trembling in pain, and the corners of her eyes were also a little inexplicably moist.

*

Song Yancheng's whole body hurts, he is trapped in a psychedelic dream, every scene makes his heart ache, every scene is him and Nanbei. In every scene, he only sees the decisive backs of the north and the south.

Nanbei had long been a part of his heart, and now that she was gone, she had cut half of his heart alive and bloodily, so much so that he wanted to tell the black-faced boy twenty years ago. Take good care of the little girl in front of you, she will be a bond that you will never forget.

It's a pity that even if time comes back, the boy will still have a stinky face, he will still treat her badly, and he will still ignore the blood in his body that slowly accelerates when he sees her, and that strange pleasure is called possessiveness.

*

Two years later, Los Angeles, USA, December 31.

Nanbei had just gotten off work from the company, and while she was driving, she listened to the sound of words coming from the Bluetooth headset. She said: "Beibei, I will wait for you in the hotel lobby with Xiaoxing and Shumu, and you can come over after work." "

"Good. "

"You've been busy with Milan Fashion Week recently, are you crazy?"

"Actually, it's okay, just in time for the delivery in the next few days. "

"It's a good time to relax tonight, big designer. "

Nanbei smiled: "I have just started working and am still doing chores." "

Little Star called her in a milky voice on the side: "Godmother, godmother." "

North and South laugh. After chatting with her for a while, he hung up the phone and concentrated on driving.

The car accident two years ago left a certain psychological shadow on her, although she was not injured. He also left the scene quickly, but after all, he saw the car accident with his own eyes, and he still had a panic in his heart.

After she arrived in the United States, she didn't dare to drive much for a while. As soon as I touched the steering wheel, I saw a bloody car crash in front of me. Bo Yan told her that the owner of the black car that saved them was fine, and that the car accident was a conspiracy bureau, and the person who set it up was Song Qingran's wife Jiang Sheng, and perhaps his mother Jiang Fu was also involved, and they both wanted the lives of the north and the south.

After a period of time, Nanbei slowly overcame the psychological pressure and dared to drive slowly on the road.

Dinner is the location of the word, she has been on vacation these days, and she originally planned to come to Los Angeles for a vacation, but Lu Yan had something to do with her, so she came with her two children, and Nanbei and them for New Year's Eve.

After they finished eating, they walked on the streets, feeling the lively New Year's Eve atmosphere, and invited the north and south to come and see a show the day after tomorrow.

Nanbei said: "This is a show that I have participated in a relatively high degree after I work, although it is only a very small show. "

Yan Yu smiled and continued: "I can't reciprocate, I can only invite you to watch my trial." "

North and South were amused.

*

North and South studied with the company's chief designer. The main designer is mainly engaged in the women's clothing market, and this time there is a small batch of women's clothing to be on, she handed over the basic draft to the North and South Design, and then she came to determine the final draft. Because Nanbei's fame is too small, and she is a newcomer who has just joined the company for a short time, she is not in the designer's name.

But her expectations for the show are still high, she has been excited since a month ago, and her excitement is at its peak when the show is about to start.

She stood in the background and saw that there was already a seat in the place she had reserved for Yan Yu, Yan Yu noticed her gaze and smiled to cheer her up.

Nanbei took a deep breath and suppressed the tension.

Song Qingran was wearing a simple black suit, outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he came to Los Angeles on a business trip, and at the invitation of a friend, he came to watch a show, his long legs were bent casually, and his eyes were lazily looking at the models on the stage.

The friend laughed in his ear: "Song Shao, the quality of this show today is good, the slot, the models are also good, these are my favorite dishes." "

Song Qingran didn't respond.

The man was shy: "What about guarding yourself like jade? Life is about pleasure, you see that car accident two years ago almost killed you, you only recovered for more than half a year, don't you cherish it?"

Song Qingran sneered: "I don't like it." "

That friend also knew Song Qingran's aesthetics, these tall European and American beauties were indeed not his cup of tea, and he suddenly saw a figure in the audience quietly walking backstage.

He bumped Song Qingran's shoulder: "Hey, Brother Ran, look over there." "

Song Qingran's fingers were on his lap, and his gaze moved from the catwalk to the woman's slender back.

His pitch-black pupils suddenly constricted as if they had been electrified, clinging tightly to the man's body.