Is it that in the last season of the migration and trek of the large number of birds, there are always some pictures that will be like a yellowed film projection, with some loneliness that has been hurriedly closed, and the backs of many people are separated.

Is it in every spring to autumn to summer and autumn days, there will be something we inadvertently forget, falling on the soil with a slight sea breeze, shaking to take root and grow, like a weed, swinging can see the green and vigorous vitality, since then it has broken the ground and sprouted, season by season Zhang Lu in every cold night and red wrapped in the morning sun. And in the end, it grows into a towering tree, and even if we see it inadvertently, we can't realize that it was something that was once left but is now growing.

Whose thoughts open in the season, render the colors of the next season, and give birth to the fragrance of a whole life.

And those people who always say goodbye to us at dusk every morning, how can they disappear in the blink of an eye, and disappear into the ancient road where the sun comes and goes every day, like people who existed thousands of years ago but passed away, after all, they are like fireworks, exploding in a flash, and ending in a flash.

We always pass by, we always say goodbye to each other, but we don't understand that at a certain corner and moment, walking to the left and right, we really walk out of each other's lives and into a scene of cherry blossoms blooming and ice and snow.

Some people live on the same earth, but live in different worlds, and some people live in the same world across the ocean, one by one, one by one, like a thread, like a thread, the twist is covered and wound in the whole world, complex and orderly.

The white clouds drift slowly in the sky, like a huge palace layered on top of each other, and the sunlight shuttling through the gaps between the clouds can't wait to break through the woods, casting pillars of light on the central street, and the dust floating up and down in it reflects a faint glow in the air, as if waiting for a legend that has not yet begun but has been carried out, making people feel as if they have fallen into those large and distressing beautiful times in Miyazaki's animation.

Liu Lu sat quietly on the lawn by the river outside Xincheng, facing the Juanjuan river, with a few textbooks beside her, and a few dry fallen leaves falling on it, staying for a while, and then being blown away by the wind in a hurry.

Zhengji looked at Liu Lu's slender body and quiet back, walked into the grass, walked to her side, and sat down gently.

Neither of them spoke, and there was a murmur of running water in the air, only the sound of each other's breathing, and the wind swept the scattered fallen leaves over their heads, falling into the river in front of them, and gradually moving away with the flowing water.

"Are you leaving again?" Liu Lu looked at the river in front of him, and said softly with his hands and legs.

"Hmm," Masaki looked at Liu Lu's beautiful side face and nodded.

"You're always busy, your life seems to be wonderful beyond my imagination, I haven't seen much of the outside world, I'm really curious, I really want to be like you, to be able to go out for a walk and see," Liu Lu turned his head, looked at Zhengji's angular face, and said into his dark eyes.

"Come with me if you want," Masaki said with a gentle smile on his face.

Liu Lu looked at Zhengji's gentle smile, the sun shone on his back, the fluffy and messy hair with some shimmer refracted in the hairline, the white shirt on the body had a fluffy raw edge, inlaid with a layer of bright lines in the light, isolating the space of reality, like an angel falling from the sky, enough for everyone to bow and worship, the deep eyes that seem to be able to speak seem to be buried in the bottomless secret, which makes people feel the heart of exploration, it is hard to imagine that in the eyes of a man in the third year of high school, How to make yourself feel a kind of time-honored maturity and charm.

The eyes of the two began to face each other, Liu Lu's good-looking eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist that could not be dissolved, the ruddy lips were slightly flushed, and the orchid-like fragrance revealed from the white teeth, and the psychedelic exuded a thrilling charm.

The air is full of fragrant fragrance and the smell of sunshine, making people feel like they are in a clear and soft ocean, in front of Zhengji is Liu Lu's bright face, with a fairy-like aura, and now there is a voice, as if coming from a distant heaven: This girl in front of her may be her own! This beautiful angel is a girl of her own!

Masaki's heart was a little shaken, he wanted to probe the past, imprint a kiss on her soft lips like the most beautiful sunset sunset, want to taste the moment that will never be forgotten for a lifetime, his heart beat so much that he couldn't help himself, and there was a burst of numbness from his waist to his whole body, he propped up the soft lawn with both hands, and his head slowly approached the girl opposite, he could feel the breath of an orchid between her breaths, the faint body fragrance that he couldn't forget, and even, he could see her chest that rose and fell significantly faster, Hear her pounding heartbeat.

Soon, Liu Lu's bright and beautiful eyes were in front of him, ten centimeters, their faces were only ten centimeters apart from the visual distance, and they were still getting closer, and both of them felt that their breath was getting heavier and heavier, and his lips and hers were about to collide

"Didi", an inopportune car whistle woke up the two people in hazy love, Liu Lu's face was flushed to the base of his neck, he leaned back, slightly distanced himself from Zhengji, and whispered: "No, grandma is still in the hospital bed and needs to be taken care of, besides, you go out to be busy with work, I won't go to make trouble for you, but, this time, when will you come back?" ”

Zhengji looked at Liu Lu who had distanced himself regretfully, he had never been so dissatisfied with the car as he was now, if it wasn't for the horn just now, would he have kissed Liu Lu's flower-like delicate lips now, under the sunshine of this sunset, what a beautiful scene it was, Zhengji subconsciously licked his lips, "It won't be too long, I will be back in a few days during the New Year."

"That's it, it's really hard, I can't even rest for the New Year, time flies so fast......" Liu Lu stretched out his waist facing the river shining at dusk in front of him, "Let's ...... In half a year, I'm going to leave the city......"

Liu Lu's tone revealed an innocent and lively taste, like the girl with a puffy face when she was a child, without a frost-like expression, without rejecting people and eyes thousands of miles away, as if she was the girl who only belonged to Zhengji in a distant time and space.

In fact, people are always afraid of loneliness, afraid of strangeness, and no one is willing to leave their familiar places, familiar cities, and familiar flavors imprinted in the depths of memory.

But life and the future urge us to fly high, to the boundless sky, to chase the other side of the clouds.

Zhengji and Liu Lu snuggled up to each other, watching the sun scatter the last rays of light on the earth little by little, and the golden light made the entire river seem to be sprinkled with a layer of golden sand, flowing sparklingly.

Time has turned a few pages, the sun and the moon have passed for a few days, and in a blink of an eye, three days have passed.

If Masaki was here, he would be surprised to see the man in front of him, Wang Zhi in the villa seemed to be a different person in just three days, with green and black eyes, no trace of blood-colored pale face, but his lips were strangely crimson, lying weakly on the sofa, at first glance he looked like a zombie, without the slightest anger and vitality.

"Ahh Wang Zhi in the sofa suddenly screamed, sat up suddenly, opened his eyes, what kind of eyes were they, red blood was densely covered with the entire eyeballs, his eyes revealed the horror of seeing the end of the world, the sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks like a flood that opened the floodgates and fell to the ground in front of the sofa, wheezing, his chest rose and fell violently, sweat flowed into the corners of his eyes, he trembled and rubbed his eyes soaked with sweat, At this moment, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, and even the cushions on the sofa were slightly watermarked.

Wang Zhi leaned back on the sofa suddenly, the whole person looked at the chandelier on the ceiling swaying slightly in an invisible arc, the light and shadow of the chandelier swayed between the walls, for three whole days, in these three days he seemed to spend three years, as long as he thought of sleeping, as soon as he closed his eyes, that terrifying scene would appear in his dream, that was the most terrifying scene in the darkest corner of his heart, whenever he fell asleep, it was like a ghost embedded in his dream, that woman, The woman who was the most resistant in his heart, whenever he fell asleep, she would spread her hair and crawl onto him with a bloody face, peeling off her skin with her sharp nails, the kind of scene of watching his skin being peeled off little by little, the bloody scene, the kind of mental torture and the scene that seemed to be real, he never thought that the dream would be so real, it would actually make his body feel a personal feeling, every time it made him feel as if he was there, but he couldn't wake up, Every time he can only wake up after the woman peels off the flesh of his whole body, three days, a whole three days, every time he falls asleep, he has to be flayed, as long as he sleeps, even if it is a momentary nap, he will bear it once, these days, he has tried his best, sleeping pills, ask a doctor, tranquilizers, let people guard while they sleep, shake him when they see something is wrong, and let him wake up, but the people who guard it reacted afterwards and said that they couldn't see anything wrong, even if he was alive and dead in his dreams.