She dreamed that she was standing in a dimly lit hallway, with flickering fluorescent lamps at great distances overhead, dimly lit and flickering. The walls are grayish-white, with a dark gray line in the middle, painted dark green underneath. The tiles under her feet were icy, and she felt cold when she stepped on them barefoot. The corridor was long, long, and the front and back were dark and there was no exit, and Jiang Nanchu felt as if he had fallen into a deep tunnel. The musty air was filled with the smell of nasty disinfectant water, and Jiang Nanchu was at a loss, not knowing where he was and where he should go. Suddenly, the cold voice of the morning doctor sounded in the empty corridor. "Miss, you are already in the advanced stage of stomach cancer, and we recommend that you be hospitalized as soon as possible. "Even with an optimistic estimate, you won't be more than 9 months at most. The cold and hard voice was mixed with a hissing murmur that kept repeating.

"Don't say it, don't say it again!" Jiang Nanchu shouted at the end of the darkness. But the voice ignored her at all, and continued to repeat coldly. The sound slammed back and forth in the corridor, making bursts of echoes, intertwined with the voice, and only Jiang Nanchu's mind was buzzing. Jiang Nanchu started to run, she didn't care where the road led ahead, as long as she could escape.

Jiang Nanchu kept running, not knowing where he was running, how long he had been running, and how far he had to run, and there was still thick darkness ahead. The voice in my ears that changed tone was still repeated without any emotion, and the echo echoed strangely in the empty corridor, advanced stomach cancer... Advanced...... Time limit...... 9 months ...... Months...... Month...... She couldn't help but want to cry, she wanted to cry loudly. But he couldn't make a sound, only tears kept flying through his ears.

Jiang Nanchu didn't know how long he had been crying and running. It was as if she didn't know tiredness, only forward. At the end of the hallway, there was a door, very ordinary door, that looked so familiar. Even the colors that had faded from repeated scrubbing were the same as the doors she had seen countless times. The wooden door had a round metal handle, and she put her fingers on it, and it was cold and cold. Jiang Nanchu stood in front of this door, listening to his heartbeat like a drum, banging. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The light was unexpectedly harsh. Jiang Nanchu unconsciously stretched out his hand to block it. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she found that it was a hospital room. Very ordinary triple room. Narrow, but bright, almost as far as the eye can see, it is white. There was an old-fashioned ceiling fan on the roof that was slowly turning and humming regularly. There was an open window on the wall opposite Jiang Nanchu, and the wind blew the white curtains and kept flying, like the flapping wings of a bird. Outside the window is a thick green, the cicadas are screaming on the trees, knowing, knowing, knowing, hollow sounds, revealing some desolation. The two beds in the room were empty, and the quilt was neatly folded on the beds. The duvet cover is a kind of grayish white, and it looks like it has been washed many times, and the words printed on it should be bright red. Nowadays there are only some faint traces of pink or dark. There was a shelf next to the bed by the window, on which hung infusion bottles, and the slightly yellowed potion flowed through the thin plastic pipe, slowly falling drop by drop, and at the end was a withered hand exposed outside the white quilt. There was only a layer of skin left in the hand to wrap around the bones, and the blood vessels under the skin were almost distinct, and the one with the needle was beating slightly as the potion dripped in. The sunlight shrouded in the hospital bed through the window, and the faces of the people on the bed were blurred, and only a faint outline could be seen.

Jiang Nanchu moved to the hospital bed step by step in a daze, and muttered in his mouth: "Mom...... Mom ......". When I came to the bed, I saw the haggard and pale face, the thin and shapeless body. She couldn't hold it anymore and threw herself on top of her mother and cried loudly. The mother patted her back slowly with her cold hand, and said in a weak voice: "Nan Chu doesn't cry, Nan Chu must be strong...... None of us can cry. If you cry, you lose......"

Jiang Nanchu cried on her stomach for a while, and a cool hand lifted her face, she opened her eyes, but saw her healthy and young mother smiling at her. My mother was wearing a black dress, with a white chrysanthemum pinned to the top left, and her skin was as white as the flower. She was in a trance, and looked around blankly, where was there any ward, there seemed to be a lot of fog around, foggy, and she couldn't see anything clearly. "Mommy?" she cried uncertainly, startled by the soft childlike sound she was making. The mother gently took her little hand and handed her a white chrysanthemum. "Nan Chu, go, send a flower to Dad. The mother's pale hand pointed behind her. She got up and turned to look, not far away, there was a black coffin, full of white chrysanthemums, and behind the coffin hung a large black picture frame, with black silk flowers on it, and tassels hung on both sides of the frame. She looked up and tried to see that the person in the picture was her father who had left her at a young age. The father in the photo is smiling very gently.

Jiang Nanchu took the flower, took a few steps forward blankly and stopped. She looked back at her mother, who was smiling, but tears welled up in her eyes. Her hand kept pointing forward, and her heartbroken eyes were silently telling her to send flowers to her father. "Mom, don't cry, I'll go right away. Her mother's tears made her heart sad, she had never seen her mother cry so sadly, even when she knew that she would die soon, her mother did not have such a heartbroken expression. Jiang Nanchu walked towards the black coffin step by step, and there were whispers around him, but he didn't hear them very really, only sporadically hearing some intermittent words such as "evil obstacles", "family misfortune", etc. She looked around to find out where the sound was coming from, but there was only a thick white mist in front of her, and her mother could see nothing in the distance except the striking coffin. Jiang Nanchu was a little scared at first, she unconsciously quickened her pace, and finally even trotted to the front of the coffin. Jiang Nanchu trembled and stretched out his hand holding the chrysanthemum, wanting to put the flower on his father's coffin. There was a crisp sound of "pop", and someone hit her hand hard, knocking off the white chrysanthemum, the flower fell to the ground, and the petals scattered in all directions.

Jiang Nanchu raised his head, and there was a lady wearing a black cheongsam standing in front of him, although she was well maintained, judging from the traces that could no longer hide her eyebrows in the corners of her eyes, she was already an elderly woman. At this moment, the face that should have been called beautiful was twisted, full of anger, sadness, and contempt. Her eyes were like two cold knives, and she couldn't wait to pierce the little Jiang Nanchu in front of her with a few holes. She raised her hand and pointed ahead, her body heaving with excitement, "Get out of here!!" she roared hoarsely, her fingertips trembling with excitement. If it weren't for your mother's sassy fox, if it weren't for your little sinister seed, my son... How could my son leave the house, how could he lie here!" She slapped the coffin hard, making a dull thud, bang, bang, bang, The white chrysanthemums that shook also trembled. Tears rolled down his face, distorted by intense sadness and anger. Drop by drop fell in front of Jiang Nanchu. Jiang Nanchu was frightened and looked at the hysterical woman in front of him blankly. "You all get out of here! You don't want to take anything from me again, don't think about it!!You don't want to get anything from him again!! I want none of you to die well, I want you to suffer for the rest of your life!!" The woman's crazy appearance and vicious curse made Jiang Nanchu feel scared, she turned around and ran away, instinctively wanting to escape from this terrible woman and return to her mother as soon as possible.

Jiang Nanchu rushed in the direction he came, but found that he couldn't find his mother. She kept looking, shouting "Mommy, Mommy" but there was nothing but a thick fog around, the thick fog seemed to swallow everything, she couldn't find her mother, and she couldn't see the black coffin, the white chrysanthemums, the pictures of her father smiling gently, and even the terrible woman was gone. There was nothing but fog around her, and it seemed that she was the only one left in the world, unable to see anyone, and getting no response. Jiang Nanchu was tired and afraid, and knelt on the ground helplessly and cried loudly.

Crying and crying, Jiang Nanchu felt a kind of warmth, as if someone hugged her tightly with a strong one. A glimmer of hope suddenly filled her empty heart. Jiang Nanchu instinctively hugged the source of heat, as if a drowning man had climbed a driftwood when he was about to reach the top. There was a gentle voice talking to her, and she couldn't really hear what was said, only that the warm voice slowly calmed down her anxious heart......

"Nan Chu, don't cry, don't cry. It's okay. There's me. Fu Zekai half-leaned on the bed, and in a soft voice, he kept repeating such words in Jiang Nanchu's ear. One hand gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing for her, and the other was tightly hugged by Jiang Nanchu. His eyes were like water gently covering her, watching her gradually calm down, and finally stopped crying in her dreams, and fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Zekai looked at her like a helpless little animal, curled up tightly into a small ball, her face was pale as if she was frightened, and there was some moisture sticking to her eyelashes, black and shiny, shaking gently with her breathing. He gently stroked the top of her head with his hand with great pity, rubbed her short hair, and unconsciously let out a sigh between his lips.

"Nan Chu, don't you remember me......" he said faintly.

I didn't even pull the curtains when I slept yesterday, and when I woke up, the sun had already climbed into bed, and it happened to shine on Jiang Nanchu's face, which was a little dazzling. She only felt that her eyes were a little sour, and it was estimated that she had cried too much in her dream yesterday and were already swollen. Jiang Nanchu stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking to himself how sad she was, the sun was still rising, but could she not be so brilliant when she was sad.

She turned over in annoyance, hugged the quilt tightly, and wanted to close her eyes and continue to lie on the bed, but after rolling around for a while, she found that the annoying sunlight was everywhere, as if a small hand was always scratching her. When she got out of bed a little annoyed to close the curtains, she found a chair not far in front of her bed, with some pill boxes on it, a glass with water, and a note pressed underneath.

Jiang Nanchu picked it up with some curiosity and looked at it, which was written in detail about the dosage of those medicines, the interval between taking them and the matters that should be paid attention to when taking them, and earnestly told her to drink less, eat lightly, and pay attention to rest. The words are very good-looking and very serious, a bit of a stroke by stroke, as if a good student is copying a book, but the dragon flying and phoenix dance signed at the end, Jiang Nanchu carefully identified it, those two words are Fu Zekai. She suddenly felt a little hot on her face, and remembered that she was embarrassed last night, and she was afraid that he had seen it all, and she was a little embarrassed. Looking at the signature again, there is a line of small letters, it turned out that Fu Zekai said that he was afraid that she would take medicine on an empty stomach, so he cooked white porridge for her and put it in the kitchen, telling her to wake up and heat it up by herself. This Fu Zekai also left his phone number and told her to call him if she had something. Jiang Nanchu smiled, feeling a little warm in his heart.

Jiang Nanchu curiously went to the kitchen to find the white porridge cooked by Fu Zekai, and then walked to the door, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. What I know is that Fu Zekai cooked white porridge for her, but I don't know that I think she offended someone and was retaliated against and ransacked the kitchen. This Fu Zekai is a young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers. The scene can only be described as a mess. Judging from this situation, I wanted to come to Master Lu because he wanted to cook a big meal, but after some hard struggle, he didn't succeed, so he cooked white porridge. Look at the messy and broken pots and pans in the kitchen, and look at the desolate wreckage of fruits and vegetables that tried to destroy the corpses and ended up being desolate because someone didn't do it properly. Jiang Nanchu helped her forehead, she didn't have to think about it to know that the food in her refrigerator was only spared.

There is a neat casserole on the gas stove, which is particularly conspicuous in the chaos. When I lifted the lid of the pot, it was the so-called white porridge of Young Master Lu. It's a pity that the porridge looks a little thick, and it is about to become sticky rice with too much water vapor to boil, and it smells a little burnt. Jiang Nanchu reached in with a spoon and gently scraped it at the bottom, and sure enough, the thick and hard one underneath was indeed knotted. She scooped a spoonful of porridge from the noodles, and it was soft in her mouth, except for the sweetness of the rice and a little burnt aroma, there was nothing strange about it. Finally, you can rest assured that you can enter the entrance, and you don't have to worry about scrapping your life in advance. Hey, sighed softly, Jiang Nanchu felt a little crying and laughing, this eldest young master and her are really not from the same world.

Jiang Nanchu took a bowl and put some white porridge in his mouth, and took a small sip. The clear and sweet rice porridge fell into the empty stomach little by little, and it seemed to drive out the sadness in the stationed body little by little.

Chen Zhuoer was busy early in the morning. She really regretted that when she graduated, she promised her father to come to the company to be the manager of this business department, and it was completely like she was on a thief ship. Finally struggling out of the pile of papers, Drow leaned back in his chair with his coffee cup in his hand, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but his phone rang somehow.

"Hello, Chen Zhuoer. She put down the cup and took it unhappily.

"Drow, who is upsetting you? Tell my brother to beat him up. ”

"My dad, go ahead. Tell me before you go. I'll call an ambulance for you in half an hour. Drow said with a smile.

"I said Zhuoer, the third brother usually doesn't hurt you much. It's not as good as you if it hurt me. The other person was already laughing on the other end of the phone.

"Come on, the third brother said, you have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, what are you looking for me?" In fact, this third brother Xu Dachuan is not Zhuoer's own brother, but the children who grew up in the compound together are called down by age like this. He became the third brother. The parents in the compound know each other, and everyone plays together from childhood to adulthood, and they really seem to be brothers and sisters.

"It's your friend, Jiang Nanchu, do you have any other contact methods for her besides your mobile phone? A friend of mine can take care of her business. ”

"Good. Then I'll send her phone numbers from her work and home to your phone in a moment. ”

"Okay, thank you, I'll invite you to dinner another day. Xu Dachuan hung up the phone.

Zhuo Er laughed, this deal is a good deal, not only to help Nan Chu, but also to knock on a meal. happily entered all of Jiang Nanchu's phone numbers into text messages, and when he was about to send them to Xu Dachuan, the mobile phone rang very uninterestingly.

"Hello, Chen Zhuoer. Drow's tone was even more unpleasant.

"Drow, long time no see. I'm Xia Yinxuan. Zhuo Er on the other end of the phone couldn't help but gasp.

"Hello, long time no see. Drow didn't want to look so rusty, but he really didn't know what to say except for that, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, two years, four months and 12 days.

"Zhuoer ......" Xia Yinxuan on the other end of the phone didn't seem to know what to say, and there was a silence after calling her name.

"Huh??" Zhuo Er waited quietly, clutching his phone tightly, afraid of missing Xia Yinxuan's words. She just waited until her palms began to sweat, and she felt that the phone in her hand was a little slippery, so she had to snort helplessly to remind him to continue.

"Zhuo'er, has Nan Chu contacted you recently?"

It's Nan Chu again, and Zhuoer can't help but feel a little sour in his heart. If it weren't for Nan Chu, wouldn't he have taken the initiative to contact him in this life?

"I met her on my birthday, but I haven't been in touch for the past few days because I'm busy. Drow sighed and answered honestly.

"If Nan Chu contacts you, please tell her. I'm looking for her, I'm worried about her. Tell her to contact me. Xia Yinxuan's voice seemed to be a little anxious.

"Hey, what's wrong with you and Nan Chu?" It's just that her words haven't been asked yet. Xia Yinxuan had already hung up the phone.

Drow crawled on the large desk, staring at the phone in front of him, playing with the phone's ornament in his hand. In fact, Xia Yinxuan and Nan Chu also knew each other almost at the same time. Why is it Nan Chu? Zhuoer sighed, grabbed the phone, and began to enter the number that he had already memorized.

"The phone you are calling has been turned off, please wait for ......" the mechanical female voice kept repeating. Drow changed the number and continued to play, but the result was a long toot-toot-toot-

In desperation, she called Jiang Nanchu's company.

"Hello, Lin Jia. An unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone reported an unfamiliar name.

"Excuse me, isn't this Miss Jiang Nanchu's extension?" Zhuo Er was stunned for a while, thinking that he had dialed the wrong number.

"Miss Jiang had resigned and left the company two days ago. Now I'm taking over her work, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Oh, thanks. Nothing, I came to her for personal problems. ”

Zhuoer did not give up and called all the classmates and Jiang Nanchu's friends who knew about it. There are no more than three kinds of answers: I have not been contacted, Xia Yinxuan has also come to ask, and there is no contact information about Jiang Nanchu at all. After finding everyone he could find but no news at all, Drow couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. In a society with such advanced communications, even if the person you are looking for is on the other side of the ocean, you can contact it with just a few numbers. Why is it that the people who are always around can disappear without a trace because they abandon a few numbers?

explained to the secretary to help her cancel the afternoon meeting. Zall grabbed his bag and left the company in a hurry.

Zhuoer drove to the community where Jiang Nan first lived, just in time for others to move. Piles of debris were thrown in front of the unit building, and she frowned carefully to avoid them, and rushed directly to the sixth floor. Jiang Nanchu's door was wide open, and Zhuoer didn't knock on the door, and rushed in, his high heels slamming on the floor tiles.

"Jiang Nanchu, why do you have nothing to do and disappear?resign, don't answer the phone, turn off your mobile phone, I don't know if the whole world is looking for you......" Zhuoer was shocked by the scene in front of him, and the word was stuck in his throat and didn't spit out. There was a mess in front of her, it was not the Jiang Nanchu home she was familiar with at all, and the most terrible thing was that the people standing in the room were all looking at her blankly, and she didn't know any of them.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake. Drow subconsciously apologized and turned to go out. When I came to the door, I thought, no, she did enter Unit 2 602. So he went into the house again.

"What are you doing here?" asked Drow, rightly.

"Miss, you're looking for Miss Jiang Nanchu. Mademoiselle doesn't live here anymore. The house has been sold to us. A middle-aged woman stepped forward to explain.

"Sold ???" Drow could barely believe his ears. Jiang Nanchu would be willing to sell this house, a house where she and her mother have lived together for more than 10 years. Even in the most difficult time, Jiang Nanchu did not consider selling it. And now she's actually sold?

"Yes, it has been sold to us. So we're moving in. The woman explained to Drow impatiently.

"Then do you know where Jiang Nanchu has gone?" asked Zhuo Er without giving up.

"How do we know, buy a house, talk about it on both sides of the intermediary, and don't ask others or anything when the money and goods are clear. The woman had already started pulling a face. "Is this young lady in debt? Three people have come to her today. It's not like it's running away. ”

"Nope. No. Thank you. Seeing that it was useless to ask too many questions, Drow ended his useless conversation and turned to leave.

What happened to Jiang Nanchu? Did he encounter anything? Or did he and Xia Yinxuan leave? Why did he leave like this and didn't tell anyone. Even she didn't say a word. Zhuoer was confused, and only felt anxious. She was reluctant to continue searching. She thought that maybe she would meet it somewhere Jiang Nanchu frequented.

went around most of the city, looking for all the places where Zhuoer thought Jiang Nanchu might appear, but still found nothing. I didn't feel annoyed.

After knowing each other for so many years, Zhuoer felt that he still didn't know Jiang Nanchu. Jiang Nan was born ordinary, small, slightly thin, and usually soft and weak when he spoke. This kind of Jiang Nanchu is like a lonely grass, weak and unpretentious, but people can't help but feel pity in their hearts, for fear that as long as there is a wind and rain, it will blow her down. But such Jiang Nanchu has a strength that others can't imagine, or it should be said that he is stubborn. A child who has lost the protection of his parents, refuses all help, supports his own sky alone, works hard to go to college, graduates successfully, and works. The hardships to be faced are unimaginable to others. But after knowing each other for so many years, no matter how painful and difficult it is, Zhuoer has never seen Jiang Nanchu crying. She said that if you cry, you lose.

She is like a cat, when she is hurt, she always hides in a corner where no one can find it, and refuses to let people approach. I remember that when Jiang Nanchu's mother passed away, she also evaporated like this and didn't contact anyone. I found the door by myself, but I couldn't knock it open. But two weeks later, she appeared in front of everyone as if she was fine, still talking and laughing, but never mentioning her mother again.

This time, Jiang Nanchu, the dead girl, must have encountered something again. I don't know what kind of injury she suffered, but she would have sold the house too. Where the hell is she hiding? Zhuoer simply pulled over to the side of the car, holding his hands and whirring angrily. Does this Jiang Nanchu treat her as a sister, and when she encounters a major event, she always hides silently.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she couldn't help but raise her fist and hit the steering wheel hard. "Horn—" The car horn made a loud noise. Drow was startled, and then he felt funny. The car that she parked casually just now, and now that she looks, isn't it near K University? She hasn't been back since everyone graduated, and suddenly she feels a little pantothenic acid in her heart. Alas, it's good to take a look, maybe you can meet Jiang Nanchu.

K Big still looks the same. As soon as you enter the school, the avenue is planted with plane trees. At the moment, because it is spring, some tender leaves are emerging from the bare branches of the stout French plane tree. Zall still remembers that when he first came to the school to report, the reception for new students in the Department of Economics was located under this plane tree. Between the two trees, pull a red banner welcoming new students from the Department of Economics. There was a desk in front of it, and a sign with the words "Department of Economics" written on it was erected. At that time, the plane trees were covered with large green leaves, blocking the still hot September sun, leaving a thick shade in the field.

Jiang Nanchu came earlier than her that day. From a distance, she saw Jiang Nanchu, who was carrying luggage alone, asking something in front of the red banner. She was very happy to meet Jiang Nanchu when she reported it, so she ran forward while urging the third brother who helped her carry her luggage.

"Nan Chu, you came so early. Don't wait for me to call you. Zhuoer hugged Jiang Nanchu and said coquettishly.

"It's you who are late. I waited at home for a long time and didn't see you, so I came by myself. Maybe it was because of the heat, Zhuoer saw that Jiang Nanchu's face was a little red.

"It's all the third brother, and I told him to go out early to take me. It turned out to be a long time late. When we went to your house, you were gone. Drow said indignantly.

"Well, I said Drow didn't take you like that. Your eldest lady gave an order, and I left my job and came to pick you up. It's not my fault that I'm stuck in traffic. Xu Dachuan, who came over panting for a large bag, heard Zhuoer's words and complained aggrievedly.

"Hello third brother, quickly put down your things and rest" Jiang Nanchu greeted Xu Dachuan with a smile, and she also followed Zhuoer to call him third brother.

"Hey. Jiang Nanchu is still sensible, not like someone. Xu Dachuan joked while putting his luggage on the ground.

"Hmph!" Zhuo Er glanced at Xu Dachuan and continued to say to Jiang Nanchu: "Nan Chu, we must live in the same dormitory." ”

"Hello, classmate, are you also a freshman in the Department of Economics?" a warm and thick voice sounded. Drow noticed the man standing behind the reception table. Some of them are slightly thin, wearing a white shirt, with delicate facial features, and a strong bookish smell.

Drow nodded at him. "Welcome to the Department of Economics, I'm Xia Yinxuan. He stretched out his right hand at her and grinned, a mouthful of white teeth and a shallow pear vortex hanging from the corner of his mouth. The sun was chopped into shreds by the leaves, and the stars were scattered in his hair, and his face was dazzling. Drow narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

"Hello, I'm Chen Zhuoer. She smiled and held out her hand.

This was the first time Zhuoer met Xia Yinxuan. She still vividly remembered his hairstyle, his clothes, his bright smile, his white teeth, and his slightly rough but warm hands. Why do you think that buried memories will always appear so vividly at certain moments? It turns out that I have always remembered it so clearly, and every little detail has never been left behind. Including Jiang Nanchu's blushing face. Zhuoer stood under the plane tree and shook his head, it turned out that he had arrived later than Jiang Nan from the beginning.

Drow wandered aimlessly around the campus, everything in front of him was so familiar and friendly. It seems that in the years since I left, this place has not changed. The past that pressed on the bottom of my heart came to my eyes one by one.

On the corner of the first floor of the 3 school buildings, there is a small rehearsal hall. A windowless house has a mirror the size of a wall. I remember that at that time, they were going to attend an English drama show at school. Although Jiang Nanchu and Zhuoer are in the first grade, they were also removed to play two small roles. They rehearse here all day long, except for classes. The person in charge of this drama at that time was Xia Yinxuan. He has always been so dazzling, he is their senior, and he is also a well-known talent in the economics department. That day was to encourage everyone, and Xia Yinxuan held a mobilization meeting for everyone after arranging the role. What was said during the meeting, Drow couldn't remember clearly. She only remembered that at that time, she and Jiang Nanchu sat side by side on the ground, looking up at Xia Yinxuan standing on the platform. When he finally summed up, he said loudly: "Our goal is ......" Looking at his white teeth, she and Jiang Nanchu said in unison: "There are no tooth decays" There was a burst of laughter at the scene. Xia Yinxuan's face did not change and continued: "Yes, there are no tooth decay." But when you don't have tooth decay, let's bring the championship back. With that, he turned his head to them. With a slight smile on his face, a doting expression, and the gentleness and tolerance in his eyes made Zhuoer only feel that for a moment, it seemed like the sky was open.

It was only later that she realized that the figure imprinted in those eyes was not her, but Jiang Nanchu.

Zhuo Er thought faintly, when did he come to understand? During the rehearsal, Jiang Nanchu said the wrong line and apologized, his hand stroked the top of her head, or Xia Yinxuan sat beside them chatting with a big smile during the break, and when he was thirsty, he picked up Jiang Nanchu's water bottle and drank it. Drow couldn't remember it anymore, and she remembered the feeling of her heart clenching so clearly.

Drow looked up through the glass on the door, and saw that it was filled with shelves of plaster casts, waxy fruits, and clay pots. It turned out that this small rehearsal room had been turned into a warehouse for the art department. Drow sighed softly, it wasn't like nothing had changed.

In front of the girls' dormitory, many begonia trees are planted. Now that the flowering period has passed, green leaves have grown on the branches, and there is only a little shyness and shyness in late flowering. The wind swayed together, and it looked strangely pitiful. Drow looked up and saw that the fluttering curtains in 304's window were still the familiar ones. She brought the coffee-colored lattice curtains, because she felt that the blue curtains hung in the school were really dirty, ugly, and rotten. It's been so long, and I don't know if the folds on the curtain that I pulled out back then have already been smoothed out.

It was a March night in my sophomore year, just after school started. The dormitory has turned off the lights, and Jiang Nanchu has not come back from going out to work. In order to make a living, Jiang Nanchu took over the job of beer promotion, and for a student, the remuneration is quite good, but he often has to work late at night. Today has long passed the usual time, but Jiang Nanchu has not come back yet, and the lights in the dormitory have long been turned off. Drow was a little worried, standing at the dark window and looking out. When the begonias downstairs are in full bloom, they are not as beautiful as the scenery in the world under the dim street lamp. Drow sighed as two figures appeared on the way to the dormitory. In the quiet of the night, the night breeze brought some chuckles, and the laughter was full of joy. She could hear it. That was Jiang Nanchu's voice. Since Jiang Nanchu's mother died, she had never heard Jiang Nanchu's laughter like this.

The two gradually got closer, and Zhuoer clearly saw that the person beside Jiang Nanchu was Xia Yinxuan. Two people's hands are held together. Drow's hand unconsciously grasped the curtain next to it. Jiang Nanchu's body was covered with Xia Yinxuan's coat, and the long clothes hugged her body, making her even more petite and cute. She jumped up and down beside Xia Yinxuan, holding his hand and shaking it, like a child who had not grown up.

This kind of Jiang Nanchu made Zhuoer feel so strange. Jiang Nanchu, whom she knew, was quiet, no matter how painful or laughing, he was always quiet. Jiang Nanchu is always so sensible and temperate. The difficulties of the family made Jiang Nanchu more mature than his peers.

The night was too dark, Zhuo Er couldn't see Xia Yinxuan and Jiang Nanchu's expressions clearly, but all she thought about was their two faces full of happiness, and her heart felt a little sore, and her hand grasped it tighter, as if she was not grasping the heavy curtains, but her own heart.

Drow watched as the two stopped under the begonia tree. Just when a gust of wind blew, the petals flew up one after another, like a pink snowfall. Jiang Nanchu's excited laughter came again. Zhuoer watched Jiang Nanchu turn around happily, and his big coat also floated up. Xia Yinxuan seemed to be talking to Jiang Nanchu, her voice was very soft, and she couldn't hear it clearly. I saw Xia Yinxuan step forward, caress Jiang Nanchu's hair dotingly, and take down the petals stuck in Jiang Nanchu's hair for Jiang Nanchu. Then his hand was wrapped around Jiang Nanchu, Jiang Nanchu seemed a little shy and buried his head in him.

Xia Yinxuan's kiss gently fell on the top of Jiang Nanchu's head, and also fell on Zhuo'er's heart. Drow twisted the curtain tightly with his hand on his heart, trying to suppress the uncontrollable twitching in his heart. She watched Xia Yinxuan lift Jiang Nanchu's head, and the gentle and gentle kiss fell on her forehead again. In the end, Xia Yinxuan's kiss covered Jiang Nanchu. Zhuoer bit the back of his hand tightly, afraid that he would lose his voice in pain, but tears couldn't help but gush out. In the hazy eyes of tears, she saw Xia Yinxuan hugging Jiang Nanchu tightly, so hard, as if she wanted to rub Jiang Nanchu into her body. After a century of letting go of Jiang Nanchu, Xia Yinxuan finally let go of Jiang Nanchu. He spoke to her in a low voice, and Zhuo Er couldn't hear a word, but the pity in that gentle tone placed her heart on the huge punch, and it hurt to be smashed one after another. Zhuoer squinted his eyes and watched Jiang Nanchu skillfully flip through the locked door, wave vigorously at Xia Yinxuan, and then walk towards the dormitory building. Xia Yinxuan stood under the begonia tree and looked at her quietly.

Drow let go of the pitiful curtains that had been crumpled and quickly returned to his bed. I pulled up the mosquito net, just to hide myself. After a while, she heard Jiang Nanchu's voice gently entering the door, and Jiang Nanchu groped inquisitively. There was a snap, and there was light in the dark dormitory. Through the hazy mosquito net, she saw Jiang Nanchu waving in front of the window with a flashlight, and saw Jiang Nanchu hugging the coat tightly and turning happily and silently in a circle in the crowded dormitory. Drow bit the corner of the quilt and closed his eyes. The surroundings gradually fell silent, and the only sound left for the long breathing in the dormitory. Drow closed his eyes but couldn't sleep, as if he had turned on a broken faucet, and his tears kept flowing. For the first time, Drow knew the pain of being unavoidable, and that night, she suppressed her crying and wept until dawn.

Jiang Nanchu sometimes always showed envy for her in his tone, and Jiang Nanchu also frankly said that he envied her happiness, as if she was a real princess, and she could have whatever she wanted. But if possible, she is really willing to use everything she has to exchange Xia Yinxuan's love with Jiang Nanchu.

There is a small back garden behind the K dormitory building, a winding porch in a dense grove, and a small pavilion at the end. It is ventilated on all sides and has a good view. Zhuoer walked on the way to the corridor, and remembered his confession to Xia Yinxuan.

That was when Xia Yinxuan was about to graduate. Knowing that his love is hopeless, he knows that if she pierces this layer of window paper, I'm afraid everyone won't even be able to be friends, and he knows that he will never give him any response. But after three years of repression, she was about to explode. She just wanted to have that kind of outlet for her heartbreak to be sprayed out with love. So that evening, she invited Xia Yinxuan to the pavilion.

Her first words were, "Xia Yinxuan, I love you." Xia Yinxuan seemed to be frightened and looked at her blankly.

She continued: "Xia Yinxuan, you have to be good to Nan Chu. Nan Chu is not easy, don't make her sad. ”