The sun floods the city skyline. Night had officially fallen, and the words on the notebook had become illegible.

An Cairui was reluctant to stop, she just looked at the dim light, forgot her numb legs, and greedily read the proof of love.

"Hold your hand, hold your hand tightly. In that moment, peace is real and precious, and the quiet watch of each other trumps all noise and illusion.

The ten fingers full of nerves and the gentle palm are the most dexterous tools of man, here, the two hands hold each other, but they become the bridge to each other's hearts, the bridge of watch, the bridge of care, the bridge of stopping, the bridge of happiness.

However, holding hands is an external ritual after all, and in the depths of the ten fingers, the parallel of the mind is the true meaning of everything. Holding hands can be confined to time and place, but the watchfulness of the heart can travel through time and space and be fixed for eternity.

Eternity can only be feelings, it is the care and love for each other, the body will wither, the gray hair is easy to grow, the heart of traveling together will not end......"

Is there no expiration date? Academic qualifications can easily end up between them.

It was so dark that I couldn't see it at all. Someone saw that she had not moved for a long time, and ran over to ask with concern.

"Classmate, are you alright?"

An Cairui pressed his swollen eyes with his hand and smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine." ”

She propped herself on the ground with her hands and struggled to her feet. It took two staggering steps before he gradually regained his senses.

The enthusiastic classmate on the grass looked at An Cairui in surprise, and it wasn't until An Cairui walked ten steps away that she relieved herself and said to herself in surprise: "It's like a movie star!" ”

She looked left and right, but unfortunately there were people in a hurry all around, and there was no one to corroborate. By the time she realized that she might as well catch up and ask for a group photo, the staggering girl had already blended in with the young figures coming and going, unrecognizable.

An Cairui walked out of the north school gate and walked along Zhengtong Road to Wujiaochang. There is no him, just because the Pentagon Field is so lively. She needs to dilute her confusion with the excitement.

Located in Yangpu District, Wujiaochang is called "Jiangwan-Wujiaochang", which is one of the sub-centers of the four major cities in Shanghai, and is named after the intersection of five divergent avenues of Handan Road, Siping Road, Huangxing Road, Xiangyin Road and Songhu Road, and echoes with Xujiahui in the southwest of Shanghai central city, and has become one of the most prosperous areas in the business district of North Shanghai.

The horse was reined, and he walked forward with An Cairui with both feet.

Sometimes it is to follow the footsteps in front, and the steps in front of her turn sharply, An Cairui looked up in confusion, someone walked behind her, and she lowered her head to keep up with the new footsteps. When there was no one to follow, she raised her eyes and looked around, and she was standing at the door of the Oriental Commercial Building.

This commercial building is one of the more sparsely populated in the Wujiaochang business district.

An idea slipped into my head.

An Cairui no longer hesitated, stepped into the building, went around in circles, and went up to the fourth floor along the escalator. Further up, there is a hotel. An Cairui stood on the railing of the atrium on the fourth floor and looked down. She remembers that in the autumn of last year, someone jumped from the atrium of Xujiahui Grand Gateway Plaza.

Once you have done it, you will never have to worry about it. Isn't it?

An Cairui stared obsessively at the ground below the fourth floor, and the people walking were like large Lego toys.

Those days of poverty, the days of wearing strange old clothes that my mother knocked out, the days when I was forced to be stabbed with a compass in the toilet by a domineering girl, the days when I came back from school in my third year of high school and overheard my mother asking for a dowry from a bald man, the days when I forced a knife on my neck to fight with my mother, the days when I took away the money and jewelry that my mother had stolen and escaped, the days when I always saw my brother bruised and purple, and the days when I wanted to support myself but was always treated differently......

If the expectation of love used to be her spiritual pillar, now the pillar is also falling apart. What is she going to live on?!

An Cairui looked back on his short but bitter life in a daze. The world is cold and has nothing to be nostalgic for, and the breakup has extinguished her last warmth.

The ground below the fourth floor seemed to whisper to her.

Her head was getting lower and lower, and her head was getting lower and lower.

Someone around her found that she was not in the right state, but she lacked the decisive courage to stop it.

A young man on the opposite side of the third floor came out of the optical store, and when he looked up, he saw her looking down. Immediately squeezed away the person in front of him and ran upstairs.

An Cairui's eyes closed, and he sighed in his heart. The only thing I care about is my brother. When she left, her mother's only reliance was on her brother, and she hoped that she would treat her brother better because of this.

She's ready. So he stood on tiptoe, ready to jump lightly to welcome the free landing on the other side.

A pair of hands unexpectedly appeared, grasping her firmly.

"Miss?" An unfamiliar voice called out to her tentatively.

She turned back. is a handsome gentleman. She saw that the young gentleman's pupils dilated little by little, and his eyes were unbelievably beautiful. Have you already reached heaven and seen the angels?

The unprecedented exhaustion covered An Cairui, who had been holding on. She closed her eyes heartily and with a smile. It's finally time to rest.

Han Zhihuan saw the girl turn around and smile at him, and then the whole person lay softly in his arms.

Han Zhihuan's heart pounded like never before. The big secret was bumped into by him. Is it providence?

Finally, a zealous and righteous person stood up and asked what was going on.

"My sister is not well, she is sick." Han Zhihuan explained calmly.

He didn't care about the onlookers around him, and couldn't wait to get past the face of the girl in his arms. Inch by inch, inch by inch, inch by inch, the heart is also inch by inch.

The people around looked at the pair of beautiful men and women in front of them, carefully admiring and admiring. Their looks are unusually handsome, which just proves the theory of "brother and sister".

Han Zhihuan happened to have a bottle of water in his hand, and thanks to this new duckbill bottle cap, he was able to open it with one hand. Little by little, feed it to the girl who passed out.

Slowly, the girl woke up.

"Shhhh ”

There are also persistent and enthusiastic viewers around, and Han Zhihuan needs to stop the girl from blurting out "who are you".

"Thank you. Thank you all for letting me go. Han Zhihuan picked up the girl in his arms and said to the people around him. At this moment, the passers-by finally dispersed reluctantly.

"I'm not dead?" An Cairui stood firm, looked left and right, and opened his mouth to ask. The expression is not ordinary loneliness.

Han Zhihuan couldn't close his mouth in surprise: "You want to die?" ”

An Cairui nodded solemnly.

"If you're not even afraid of death, you shouldn't be afraid to have a meal with me, right?"

"But why did you save me and invite me to dinner?"

"It's an accident to save you, and eating is a shock."

An Cairui thought about it for a moment and felt that this explanation was completely unacceptable. So I took a look at the person who saved me. It was surprising that such a polite person turned out to be very young, and the young one was so handsome.