It was a slightly remote country road, winding and winding, and there were few vehicles passing through it.

Poplar trees are planted on both sides of the road, and it is the season of poplar floc flying in May.

The poplar catkins fall gently, flying all over the sky, as if returning to winter, but it is so in line with the dense green leaves, with a sense of down-to-earth romance.

200 meters away, on the north side of the road, along the road, a country house with a sense of age can be faintly seen.

Simple and atmospheric, the building as a whole is atypical Jiangnan style, and the white walls are partially climbed with green ivy, which is just right.

Compatible with this natural scenery, it is like a beautiful work of art, revealing casual beauty.

The main entrance of the villa is very inconspicuous, it seems to be deliberate, and the owner is particularly low-key, and seems to be telling the outside world that he does not want to be disturbed.

Opening the iron gate, there is a bluestone path that leads guests to the villa......

The bluestone path is lined with jade-green dwarf Bermuda lawns, which are well maintained.

It is a villa that is not big but not small, about 500 square meters, three floors, the house is bright and transparent, and the interior is full of strong classical charm.

Walking through the large main living room, turn left, there is a large glass floor-to-ceiling door, clean and transparent.

The door curtain made of Chinese-style ink semi-blackout material is tied up. Through the glass, you can see the back garden of the villa, planted with a large field of roses of various colors, which is simply beautiful.

But although this flower is beautiful, it is not in keeping with the preferences of the owner of the house. Butterflies flutter back and forth above the rose, sometimes flapping their wings, sometimes resting on the petals, as if expressing that they know the origin of the rose and the many stories and experiences of the owner......

I saw that there was a woman who was thoughtfully reminiscing about the past, or thinking about something.

On a dark brown outdoor wooden table, there is a coffee cup with a white background and a bamboo pattern.

The cup was black coffee, steaming hot. And the taste of this Americano is also quite special, with the natural aroma of a hint of flower petals.

The surrounding air is filled with the fragrance of nature. And sitting here is a kind of "aerobic" program to relax and unwind.

That's the owner of this house.

Name: Bai Yican

Age: 32 years old

WEIGHT: 46KG

HEIGHT 163CM

Senior management of Vanogu Jewelry Company, a jewelry company under the Ku Group.

Born into a scholarly family. (My grandfather is a professor at University A, my grandmother is a famous master of Chinese painting, my father is a famous painter and opened a cultural and creative company, and my mother is a university teacher.) ）

Every time she comes to live here, it's when she takes her annual leave every year.

She has shoulder-length hair in light brown perms, and her bangs are loosely fixed with a U-shaped clip upward, showing her temperament.

The inner eyes, the slender eyelashes, the brown eyes reveal a stubbornness and a strength, and a pair of vintage glasses with rose gold rim on the bridge of the nose.

The cooperation between the thick lenses and the sunlight successfully formed a slight reflection, blocking the redness in her eyes, and a little thin figure with exhaustion.

Yes, she has not slept and rested normally for 3 days and 3 nights, in order to complete the research and development of a new project. And at this time, in the face of these roses.

She closed her eyes, and the memories flashed in her mind, reminding her of the person who had disappeared for more than 10 years. No, it must be because she's too tired.

Her appearance is not outstanding, but there is a kind of detachment in her, and the passage of time has made her the person she is today.

faded away, but not utilitarian, as warm as jade, still insisting on some of his own persistence.

She has a pair of black headphones in her ears, and the end of the headphones is connected to a black Philips MP4 that has been discontinued for more than 10 years, and the front of the fuselage can be faintly seen, and a red three-dimensional flower has been pasted on this part, shaped like a rose.

A song loops through the headphones......

Take off the mask of the long day

Run to the frontier of dreams

Midnight in a pumpkin carriage

Put on a fairytale glass slipper

Let me enjoy it

I am the arrogant Rose

Let me taste it

I don't understand the chaotic world

Yesterday was too close, tomorrow is too far

Listen silently to the night

The evening breeze kisses the lotus leaves

Let me get drunk and fall by the pool

Wait until you see my beauty clearly

Moonlight dried tears

Which one

Love me

Hold my hand tightly

Hold me tight and kiss me

Oh, don't go

And at this time, the audio that was played on a loop, although it was not the original song, but it was also imitated very well, which was exactly what he recorded for her that year, and the sweetness of the year (maybe just the sweetness she thought was alone) turned into astringent after years of catalytic reaction.

The scene from fifteen years ago vaguely appeared in front of her eyes, scene after scene, at that time, her world was full of him, the hard-working book boy Chu Fenghao......

The indoor basketball hall of a high school

In his sophomore year of high school, in the center of the court, the then immature Yiguang was handing him a glass bottle in the shape of a star (a rarity at the time) and a greeting card. Yiguang trembled, stammered nervously, and whispered to him, "Sheng... Happy day, Chu... Feng Hao. "Keep your head down, blushing.

At that time, she peeked at his faint smile with her peripheral vision, no, it must be an illusion, it is an illusion.

The glass bottle is filled with a five-pointed star that she folded by herself, a paper star of a special material, and under the illumination of the light, the glass flashes with a special light, which is very beautiful.

I saw that the young man opposite, polite, hesitated whether to take the "star", and seemed to be thinking about something, he had his right hand in his trouser pocket. After thinking for a moment, but in an instant--

He took the "star" and the card with one hand, and said coldly, "I refuse to accept it." At this moment, his hand suddenly trembled, and he didn't know if it was intentional, and the star glass bottle fell to the ground.

Yiguang's heart was like a skipping beat, she finally heard a "pop~", she didn't hear the sound of the glass bottle colliding with the ground, she only felt very dizzy, the whole stadium was spinning, turning faster and faster, and she didn't even hear what he was saying on the other side.

The "stars" scattered all over the place were like a dagger, leaving the simple and hot heart full of holes......

Chu Fenghao said, "You go." ”

At that time, only those two sentences were left in my ears, and they kept repeating.

"I refuse to accept it...... Let's go. ”

"I refuse to accept it...... Let's go. ”

"I refuse to accept it...... Let's go. ”

“...... Refuse to accept ......"

She was 17 and he was 18, and they were classmates.

At this time, a delicate girl's hand snatched the greeting card from Chu Fenghao's hand, and threw down a sentence, "Trample on the dignity of people who like you, do you think you are very tall? ”

......

Looking south, there is a river, because the wall obscures part of it, only a part of the river can be seen, and the sparkling surface of the river is shining in the sunlight, and the countless halos are constantly expanding and expanding, as if the eyes are lost.

Sigh youth, just like yesterday.

At this time, there was a familiar voice, "White Bone Spirit, White Bone Spirit, Miss Ben is here!" suddenly came without warning and at an inopportune time, and it could be heard through the headphones.

This sweet and hearty voice brought the blurred halo that expanded in front of her eyes back to reality, and the one she liked to be a coffee cup in front of her was elegant and elegant, adding to the meaning of Langgan.

Yixuan put the earphones on the table with his right hand, picked up the coffee cup, and took a sip.

deliberately ignored her, but the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

I only heard another familiar sound, "Ping-" "Bang-"......