After washing, Xia Xiaoyi nested in the quilt.

What did Jiang Zhinan mean by his last sentence? Who was he talking about? Over the past year or so, almost everyone who tried to get close to her had been intimidated or even beaten by him.

Just like a few days ago, Du Ming's parents also made trouble with the neighborhood committee. But did he care? He's just a careless, freewheeling thug.

Xia Xiaoyi scolded hatefully, and she swiped her phone while trying to distract her anxiety with something else.

opened the scarf, Ah Jiu sent a new audio again, this time he recorded "Where We Seem to Have Met", which was a very popular song in the first half of the year.

Without a female voice, it's more like talking to yourself, just like a child's happiness when playing with his beloved toy.

Ah Jiu's voice is very clear and gentle, and his youth is not a young man, but he walks forward with the sun, gentle and warm.

Xia Xiaoyi played it twice, and the corners of his mouth finally raised a smile. On nights like these, his singing gave her comfort and hope.

She commented on only two words - good.

A few seconds later, the message came in: Diagonal, believe it or not, where we have met.

Xia Xiaoyi: Letter.

Ah Jiu: It's so perfunctory~

Xia Xiaoyi smiled. She just thought the lyrics were really good.

When they came to this life, they were at the end of their respective worlds, who would have thought that they would meet again, all this was really like a dream......

She slowly recalls their first acquaintance.

On the Internet, her name is "Liu Xianxiao", and his name is "Poetry and Wine in the Youth".

They met on a rock forum, and in a post discussing Night Wishes, the first thing he replied to her was, "Hey, we're from the same song."

She replied: We come from the same village, the global village.

Back and forth, two teenagers and girls who also like rock and roll began a two-year online exchange.

As the communication deepened, it seemed that they had really become friends, and there was an extra veil of ambiguity between them.

Later, Xia Xiaoyi was in her third year of high school, and the time spent on the Internet was reduced, so he sent her two rare CDs from abroad, and occasionally recorded some songs for her to listen to.

It wasn't until she finished the college entrance examination that he seriously expressed his desire to meet.

With a hazy feeling, Xia Xiaoyi's heart was like countless ants crawling at that time. She was a little expectant, but also a little anxious.

Xia Xiaoyi said, "Okay, let's meet." When these words were written, the little face was flushed red.

The nightmare brought by Jiang Zhinan slowly dissipated in Ah Jiu's singing.

Xia Xiaoyi didn't know when she fell asleep, she woke up the next day, opened the curtains, and the sun was shining outside, and it was another day full of vitality.

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In the middle of summer and August, under the heat wave, the sky is a little distorted.

Somewhere in Fengcheng Cemetery, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy held a bouquet of lilies and stood silent in front of a joint burial monument.

There was also a backpack at his feet, thin beads of sweat on his forehead, and although the white T-shirt on his body was clean, it still smelled of dust.

His eyes were calm, and he looked at the two people who were "forever young" in the photo, and he even showed a shallow smile, which was extremely gentle.

"Dad, Mom, I'm coming to see you again. Last year, Grandpa was not in good health, so he didn't come back, but I hope you won't be angry with me. Oh, don't worry, grandpa is much better now. I have to go out for a run and swim every day, and I am very fit.

"Hey, I think you should know, I'm in college, my freshman year. I went to a good school and majored in filmmaking.

"Grandpa said that Chinese pay attention to falling leaves and returning to their roots, so I will return to China after graduating from university. ”

The boy said a lot in his strange accent, babbling, almost about to tell him about the past two years. As he spoke, the whole person sat next to him, ignoring the fact that the ground was hot, drinking water and talking.

At some point, a young man slowly walked behind him, also eighteen or nineteen years old. It's just a dark color, with slightly curly hair, which covers the spirit of this age.

Jiang Zhinan stood still behind the young man in the white T-shirt, looked at the back of his head for a few seconds, and finally spoke: "You are Jiang Qi's son." ”

The boy in the white T-shirt was startled by the sudden sound, and quickly stood up and turned around, and saw a young man with an expressionless face, with black slim clothes, exposing his emaciation even more obviously.

"Excuse me, are you?"

Jiang Zhinan: "I recognized you at a glance, but you didn't know me." He was also looking at each other, his hair was very short, and although he was thin, he looked sunny and healthy.

“……”

"Actually, we look quite alike, after all, our father is a twin brother, a cousin. ”

The young man in white was stunned for a moment, looked at each other fixedly, and then turned his head to look at the photo of his father on the tombstone, his nose and mouth were really similar to his father.

"I'm sorry, I don't know...... You, really?"

"We used to play together when we were kids. It seems that Grandpa never told you about me. Jiang Zhinan's eyes suddenly dimmed, no, although his eyes were good-looking, there was no sparkle in his eyes.

The young man in the white T-shirt lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, grandpa never said anything about the family." But," he suddenly looked up, his eyes glowing with enthusiasm, "it's great to know that you're alive and that I'll see you again!"

With that, the boy in the white T-shirt took a step forward and opened his arms to embrace this brother who had fallen from the sky. However, Jiang Zhinan took two steps back, keeping a distance from him.

The young man in the white T-shirt was slightly stunned, stood up, and withdrew his hands: "I'm sorry, I forgot that people in China don't like hugs." ”

Jiang Zhinan was still expressionless, and he didn't feel sorry for the impoliteness just now, he said lightly: "My name is Jiang Zhinan." ”

"Jiang Zhinan?"

"Yes, I changed my name to remember my mother. Jiang Zhinan glanced back at the tombstone on his right, on which there was a beautiful, clean-smiling young woman, looking at him with a shallow smile.

Looking at Jiang Zhinan's gaze, there was the tombstone of the eldest aunt, "Oh." ”

"How long will you be back this time, do you have a place to stay?"

"It's about half a month, but the details are undecided. I've already booked a hotel......" The young man in the white T-shirt wanted to say something, but Jiang Zhinan interrupted him a little impatiently.

"This is my phone number, you can contact me if you have something. Let's go. He handed over a note, then turned away, very simply.

The white T-shirt that remained in place was a little unexpected, looking at his distant back, he couldn't help shouting, "Brother, don't you want to take a look at grandma?" he stretched out a hand and pointed to a tablet on the other side of his parents' tombstone.

Jiang Zhinan stopped and turned around slowly: "Did you come to the old mansion as soon as you got off the plane?"

"Oh no, I went to Kashiwa yesterday. ”

"The airport is in Fengcheng, why do you still go around Baicheng?"

The cousin scratched the back of his head and grinned, "Go see a very important friend." ”

Jiang Zhinan had a gloomy face and was silent, and he suddenly changed his mind when he had already turned around and wanted to leave. He said, "Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner and wash the dust for you." ”

Under the scorching sun, in the quiet cemetery, a white figure trotted behind a black figure, as if chasing, but with a wordless sadness.

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