Aeus, November 18, 747 AH. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Su Yongming drove a hovering car, slowly hovering above the row of white-walled and blue-tiled rooms.

The address sent to him by Saionji Meihua is here, and Saionji Chie lives in seclusion in one of the small rooms.

But when he got here, he suddenly hesitated. How to deal with the woman he hurt so deeply?

Thanks to his unforgettable memory, the image of the woman as poignant as the falling cherry blossoms was as clear in his mind as it was when he first saw him. The transparent sadness on her face had unconsciously carved a mark on his heart.

Once, he didn't care. In the world of Aeus, he was once hurt by love, and he never wanted to touch love again, so he just wandered among all kinds of women, greedy for pleasure all night, and didn't care if it caused harm to others.

But after the memories and personalities of the two worlds merged, he began to reflect on the past, and he could no longer face that experience calmly.

Among the women he has injured, the one that impressed him the most was Sene Saionji. This woman was too simple, her world was once only art and painting, as pure as immaculate crystal.

However, after accepting him, he was the only one left in her world. So when Su Yongming left, her whole world collapsed.

Su Yongming unconsciously began to recall the moments when he got along with Chie of Xiyuan Temple.

Chie is a simple girl, she doesn't like complicated interpersonal relationships, she doesn't like flashy nightlife, she rarely goes out, and she always reads and paints quietly in her room.

She has skin that is smoother and more delicate than the finest porcelain, and her small face has delicate facial features that are very in line with Oriental aesthetics. And those eyes, those pure eyes, the slightest emotional fluctuations in her heart will be completely presented from those eyes, without the slightest secret.

Su Yongming remembered that she didn't like to laugh very much, but she didn't have a tight face either. In his memory, she had a calm expression most of the time, and when she occasionally smiled, she would always surprise him for a moment.

Having memories that you remember is sometimes painful, because whether you want to remember or deliberately forget, you will remember it clearly.

He couldn't forget that when he proposed to break up, she moved her bloodless lips slightly, but she didn't make a sound, and she didn't shed tears, but her pale face was written with transparent sadness and despair, like falling cherry blossoms in the wind.

It was as if it had been imprinted in my mind, and it never lingered.

What can be said to make up for the damage? What can be said to write everything off? Maybe this is just an extravagant hope, how can it not be written off?

I'm coming. You okay.

Chie, long time no see.

Hello, I'm here.

It's me, Chie. I'm coming.

……

Su Yongming scratched his head irritably. I can't even think of how to open the line.

I just don't want to.

He slammed the joystick, and the hovering car roared headlong, and as it approached the ground, it suddenly pulled up and landed steadily outside the courtyard.

He got out of the car, stepped out with some cringe, and slowly walked to the door. He checked the number on the door number and made sure it was exactly what he was looking for.

He hesitantly raised his hand and hung it in the air, and it took a long time for him to make up his mind and knock it down heavily.

After a few knocks, he took two steps back and waited quietly.

After a while, there was the sound of pulling a rusty deadbolt. Then there was a "squeak", and the door opened inward, revealing a pale melon seed face through the crack of the door, which was exactly what he remembered.

"Chie, you've lost a lot of weight." Without going through the brain, a sentence blurted out.

Because of the difference in height, the little face was slightly upturned, the long eyelashes trembled, and the big beautiful eyes were full of sorrow. But like snow exposed to the sun, those sorrows melt quickly, revealing surprise, ecstasy, disbelief, doubt, worry, all kinds of emotions emerge one by one, and the deep love behind those emotions.

The pair of delicate lips that were as delicate as cherry blossom petals painted red opened slightly: "Yongming! ”

At that moment, Xiyuan Temple Chie stood on tiptoe, looking like she wanted to jump directly into Su Yongming's arms, but for some reason she suppressed this impulse and shrank back her petite body. She lowered her head and whispered, "Su Jun, long time no see." ”

Su Yongming took the opportunity to take a closer look at her. Her skin was whiter than before, but it seemed less delicate, as if the white porcelain had been stained with dust from being unscrubbed for a long time. She is indeed thinner than before, with a pointed chin and a little flesh on her small face.

She wore a hanfu with wide and long sleeves, the hem of which dragged to the ground, and the placket was opened a little low, revealing a delicate collarbone.

He looked at it, and there was no scar on her neck, but her wrist was blocked by the sleeve of her coat, so she couldn't see it.

Suddenly, he also had the urge to hug her into his arms, but he controlled himself and smiled reluctantly: "Yes, long time no see." Won't you let me in? ”

Saionji Chie turned sideways. Su Yongming walked into the courtyard and passed by her, as if he smelled a faint, vague fragrance, which was exactly what he was familiar with. Recently, he was at a distance of up to five centimeters from her, and he seemed to be able to feel the heat of her small body, and as long as he stretched out his hand, he could hug this fiery carcass again.

But he didn't stop and walked in. Chie closed the door and followed him with small steps.

Su Yongming took off his shoes, stepped into the main hall, and stopped to admire several ukiyo-e style paintings hanging on the wall.

"Your painting skills have improved again, and your style has changed."

Qianhui was lowering his head to sort out Su Yongming's shoes, and when he heard this, he paused and said softly, "Thank you." ”

Su Yongming sat down in front of the only clumsy coffee table, he was not used to kneeling, so he sat cross-legged.

Chie walked into the side hall, and after a while, two bamboo-shaped red clay teacups were brought up, containing water.

Su Yongming stretched out his hand to pick it up, and his tail finger rubbed with Qianhui's hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Qiane lowered her head and sat down opposite Su Yongming, holding a teacup in both hands, and took a sip of water in a demure and graceful manner.

Su Yongming put down the teacup and racked his brains to think about what to say.

Saionji Chie spoke first: "My sister came yesterday. ”

Su Yongming breathed a sigh of relief, he finally had a topic. "You didn't say you had a sister before." As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, and he shouldn't have mentioned the past.

Saionji Chie showed a shallow smile, and the smile was put away, and she regained her calm expression: "My sister is more beautiful than me, I don't dare to mention it in front of Su Jun." Since she was a child, she likes to rob me of things, and her relationship with me has never been very good. So please forgive me for my little selfishness, I was always worried that you would be snatched by her. ”

Su Yongming pretended to taste a sip of water, but in fact, he couldn't taste what that glass of water tasted like at all.