When Su Mingyue returned home, she simply took a few clothes, and an ordinary-sized suitcase was completely able to hold all his things.

Su Mingyue's college life for more than three years has actually been quite simple, so simple that it is even as if he has lost a lot of time out of thin air.

"Why don't I live in a dorm like a regular college student?"

"Why do I always feel that there is another person in this bachelor apartment?"

Su Mingyue had thought about these questions, and he had been thinking about them all the time when he was still lying in the hospital and couldn't see anything.

Including the so-called philosophy, including the boring life.

There's really nothing more mentally retarded than thinking about what you've forgotten.

This was Su Mingyue's final conclusion, so when he saw his former home again, his heart was very calm.

Toothbrush, teacup, daily necessities, and a few changes of clothes.

And the pink diary lying in the corner of the desk drawer.

"It should have been four years, right?" Su Mingyue habitually opened the title page of the diary, and what caught her eye was a piece of pale rose-colored flower paper, followed by a girl's little thoughts.

Su Mingyue flipped through it quickly, because he had opened this diary countless times before he lost his sight.

Warm-colored memories played like film in Su Mingyue's mind, with long shots, crazy storyboards, and of course, the face blurred in the sun.

"Who the hell are you?"

Just as Su Mingyue was about to close the diary, the small note inserted at the end of the cover showed a corner appropriately.

It was a small poem, with beautiful handwriting, neatly arranged, and the gentle content seemed to have known that it was going to part.

Birds have always stared into the distance

Singing loudly in the lonely cold morning

It's like the wheat waves in the north

Golden all the time

I'm watching from this side of the sunset

Cut the time into the shape of a flower

In the sun on the desk

And the way you carved it with a knife

Far away, far away

Whether Enron is quiet or not

It's cool at night in this corner

Su Mingyue closed the diary again, and then carefully put it into the suitcase.

This may be Su Mingyue's most precious thing, so he must treasure it.

Just when Su Mingyue packed all her bags, a stubborn and even somewhat willful female voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"I'll find your ......"

Su Mingyue was suddenly stunned in place, and even the movements of her hands stopped.

His eyes only widened slightly, but something cold was already hanging in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't wait to leave him.

I don't know why, today's Su Mingyue seems to be extraordinarily prone to tears and extraordinarily sentimental.

He shouldn't be such a person.

He should be full of heartlessness, some cheap tricks and cuteness, and then say some bad things to make people laugh and liven up the atmosphere with familiar friends.

"Love?"

Su Mingyue muttered, his two hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and he seemed to suddenly feel sad for some reason.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, and the crescent moon had quietly climbed up the treetops, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, there seemed to be a figure hidden in a trance.

With a plain white dress and shoulder-length short hair, the evening breeze swept her skirt, turning into flowers in Su Mingyue's slightly dazed eyes.

Su Mingyue suddenly laughed, only to see him quickly stand up and run to the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened the curtain with anticipation.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Su Mingyue had already embraced the girl standing outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The girl seemed to be smiling, her face blurred, and she couldn't tell the evil face.

"Boom!"

That soft and real touch only appeared in Su Mingyue's senses for a second, and the girl in his arms shattered into a little rain of light and went towards the crescent moon in the distance.

An inexplicable irritability suddenly surged out in Su Mingyue's heart, like a thousand meters of seaweed in the deep sea, sparing no effort to wreak havoc and grow wildly!

"Whoa~"

The wind suddenly became stronger.

Su Mingyue frowned tightly and followed the wind and looked over.

It was a Western man with long blond hair, with a pen on his back like a knight guarding hope.

A pair of scarlet wings quietly converged behind this man, he didn't look at Su Mingyue, his gaze stayed in the distance.

The crescent moon in the distance seemed to shroud in a layer of scarlet light.

"Who are you?"

The sudden appearance of the man made Su Mingyue suddenly alert, and the cold spiritual power suddenly exploded from his heart, and the guide stick had turned into a nine-character and was firmly held in his hand.

The man finally turned his head, and it was a pair of scarlet vertical pupils, and he could vaguely see the pure killing intent and ruthlessness contained in them.

"Who are you?"

I didn't expect this man to ask himself such a sentence, Su Mingyue's brows furrowed even tighter, and a strong sense of crisis had already grabbed his heart!

"Su Mingyue!"

Su Mingyue took a deep breath, and her restless heart quickly calmed down, and at the same time, the knife-like killing intent that burst out of the man's body dissipated in an instant.

"Oh. ”

This man with a pair of scarlet wings didn't seem to have any interest in this answer, so he didn't have the slightest interest in Su Mingyue's life.

He was just standing on the windowsill of Su Mingyue's house, looking a little lonely at the bright moon in the sky in the distance, and behind his scarlet vertical pupils was a look of reminiscence and thought.

This man has no so-called desire to fight at all!

Su Mingyue couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, but asked again: "Who are you, what are you doing at my house?"

"I'm just looking for someone. The man's tone was flat, so flat that it was a little taken for granted.

"Looking for someone?" the light flickered in Su Mingyue's dark blue eyes, "What kind of person are you looking for?" ”

"Hehe!" The plain man suddenly laughed, and then out of nowhere, he took out two crystal goblets and handed one of them to Su Mingyue.

It is wine, scarlet wine.

The man had already raised his glass, and there was a faint smile on his angular face.

Su Mingyue took the wine, but did not clink glasses with the man.

This kind of thing from an unknown source, take it and drink it, it is inevitably too mentally retarded.

The man saw through Su Mingyue's mind at a glance, but he didn't force it, but the smile on his face had turned into endless indifference.

Then, the man drank all the wine in the cup, Su Mingyue only heard the sound of wings spreading, and there was nothing in front of him, only the sound of the wind.

"I'm looking for someone who is dead......"

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