"Boss, what's wrong?" Zhang Qing glanced at Lin Zixuan strangely.

The cold man stopped in front of the newsstand, his indifferent eyes looked at the newspapers spread out on the table, his pupils shrank without a trace, and he subconsciously reached out to pick up the front newspaper.

Zhang Qing glanced at it curiously, and when he saw the content of the newspaper headline, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and the extra-large black font simply explained everything, "Mu Sheng, the first national model in China, died unfortunately due to an accident."

The newsstand owner sat in a rocking chair and said slowly, "Young man, do you want to buy a newspaper? ”

The cold man holding the newspaper did not answer, looking at the smiling black-haired woman in the newspaper, her amber eyes flashed with an inexplicable emotion, and her slender fingertips lightly touched the pear vortex on the woman's cheeks in the photo, and her heart was inexplicably empty.

The newsstand owner frowned, and urged, "Young man, do you want to buy it? ”

Lin Zixuan seemed to be awakened, and walked directly in one direction with the newspaper, and the newsstand owner was shocked, isn't he?

Zhang Qing hurriedly put down the 2 *blocked keywords*, and hurriedly caught up with Lin Zixuan's footsteps, and an apologetic voice came from the air, "I'm sorry, boss!"

Ahead, Lin Zixuan, who was walking with a pair of long legs, suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and looked around, as if he was identifying the direction, and those amber eyes appeared a little confused and confused for the first time.

Zhang Qing trotted up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Boss, what are you looking for?" However, he didn't expect Lin Zixuan to answer him.

In recent years, Lin Zixuan's social barriers have become more and more serious, and when Zhang Qing joined the company, he could hear one or two sentences a day.

However, over the years, with the death of Lin Guoqiang's old man and the divorce of Lin Zhiwei and Zuo Linglan, Lin Zixuan has become less and less talkative, always sitting alone in the studio, burying his head in drawing those clothing design drawings.

A sudden cold voice interrupted Zhang Qing's thoughts, "Funeral." ”

Zhang Qing was stunned, "Ah, what funeral?"

Lin Zixuan pursed his lips tightly and spoke again, "Mu Sheng's... Funeral. In just five words, it seemed a bit difficult for him.

Zhang Qing's expression froze for a moment, Mu Sheng, isn't this the Chinese model reported in the newspaper?

Without waiting for him to think about it, Lin Zixuan's cold gaze looked over, and Zhang Qing's body shook slightly, "Boss, wait for me, I'll check." As he spoke, he picked up his mobile phone and began to contact Qin Yanting, Qin Shao is well-connected, so he may be able to find out.

Just when Zhang Qing was in contact, Lin Zixuan's eyes fell on the newspaper in his hand again, his fingertips touched the familiar face, and the *blocked keywords* couldn't help but miss a beat.

He'd seen her.

Three years ago, he accompanied his grandfather back to China to visit old friends, at that time his grandfather's health was not very good, after visiting his friends, he fell ill, and when he was in the hospital, he accidentally bumped into someone, and a magazine fell to the ground.

When Lin Zixuan bent down to pick it up, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the woman on the cover.

The long soft and jet-black hair fell on his shoulders, a pair of obsidian-like eyes were bent, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a faint smile was raised, like the warm sun in winter, which instantly shone into his heart.

At that time, he didn't know her name, but he remembered those dark eyes and that smile.

Zhang Qing hung up the phone, looked a little worried, and said softly, "Boss, I inquired, it's already... In the cemetery of H City. It had been a long time since he had seen Lin Zixuan's mood fluctuate so much, and he felt a little uneasy when he remembered what the psychiatrist had ordered.

There was a dead silence.

"Tickets. ”

In the early morning of the next day, the cemetery in H City ushered in an uninvited guest, the uncle of the cemetery glanced at Lin Zixuan, and pointed to a brand-new tomb at the high waist with no surprise, and the old voice came into Lin Zixuan's ears, "That's it." ”

Lin Zixuan, who had not slept all night, looked a little tired, and walked up the stone steps, he was the only one in the silent cemetery, approaching step by step, the distance was shortened step by step, and the heartbeat in his chest became louder and louder.

When he stood in front of him, the black-and-white photo fell into view, the woman in the photo was smiling brightly, revealing the small pear vortex on her cheeks, and a pair of black eyes were as cute as a crescent moon.

Lin Zixuan slowly bent down, his tall body squatted in front, his eyes were parallel to the woman in the photo, his cold eyes crossed a touch of emotion, and he found that he didn't know what to say for a while.

After a long time, the man glanced at the flowers and gifts placed around him, his amber eyes flashed a little apologetic, and he said lightly, "Sorry, I didn't bring you flowers." ”

Then, there was silence again.

The rising sun shines through the faint clouds and falls in this quiet place, and one or two figures appear at the entrance of the cemetery, walking in this direction, as if they are Mu Sheng's fans.

Listening to the sound of talking at the foot of the mountain, breaking the silence, Lin Zixuan pursed his lips, and a little dissatisfaction appeared in his heart.

After taking a deep look at the photo, it seemed that he wanted to take a few more looks, and his slender fingers brushed it gently, followed by a sentence, "Lin Zixuan." A faint sentence quickly dissipated into the air.

Three years have passed, and the uncle of the cemetery in H City has changed several times, but the same person is still the same person.

On the 1st and 15th of each month, Lin Zixuan would appear at the gate of the cemetery, sometimes in the early morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and he would stand for hours, occasionally squatting down and whispering, and occasionally after a sentence or two, the man would fall silent again.

"Hello, I am a costume designer and I am 38 years old today. ”

“.......”

"He is 1.92 meters tall, weighs 75 kilograms, and does not eat or drink. ”

“......”

Earlier, Lin Zixuan's speech was still a little stiff, and every time he said a word, it seemed to be searched in his mind, and slowly, it seemed to be getting smoother and smoother, and his title had changed.

"Shengsheng, I drew a sketch for you, do you like it?"

“......”

"Shengsheng, I designed a scarf today, and it feels like it suits you very well. ”

“......”

For a long time, the cold man's fingertips couldn't help but cover the woman's eyebrows, and his amber eyes flashed with a little sadness, and he didn't know why he would miss a woman he had never met.

If it is said that when he came to the cemetery for the first time, it was just for the inexplicable emotion in his heart, but the second and third arrivals could not be explained, and when he found out, this woman had become part of his *blocked keyword*, which could not be let go and tugged at the heartstrings.

"Sorry, maybe a little late. The man with cold eyebrows touched the old photo, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and at that moment, a touch of starlight flashed in his eyes, and his tone was rare and soft, "But I still want to ask, Shengsheng, are you willing to be my wife?"

A soft female voice suddenly sounded, "I want to!"

Lin Zixuan was slightly startled, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and there was suddenly a soft touch on his side, and he subconsciously reached out to hug it, and the familiar female voice entered his ears again, "What did you dream about?"

The heavy eyelids were lifted suddenly, and when he met the black eyes full of smiles, Lin Zixuan's thoughts began to return, the coldness of his eyebrows and eyes dissipated instantly, the curvature of the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and his eyes were full of happiness.

It turned out to be a dream!

She's alive, right next to her!

That's nice!

"You haven't answered me yet?"

Lin Zixuan lowered his head violently, covered his good-looking red lips, and between his breaths, a soft murmur came into Mu Sheng's ears, "I dreamed of you." ”

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