"Probably, it's just my wishful thinking that stays where I am. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info There are many things that can never be returned. ”

Xing Ao gently wiped away the remaining teardrops on Dai Yuhan's face, and neither of them said anything. He took off his coat and placed it over her trembling shoulders.

Their bodies fit very closely, and in the soft moonlight, he could even see each of her slender and charming eyelashes, greedily wandering in the tranquil fragrance of her hair, Xing Ao had an urge to protect this delicate woman.

He was just about to say something, when Dai Yuhan cast a pleading look.

"I want to call him now, do you think it's okay?"

Faced with such an embarrassing question, Xing Ao still smiled and nodded.

"Whatever you want."

Looking at her eagerly pressing the broadcast number, Xing Ao's smile suddenly became a little bleak.

Soon, Xin Ye's tired answer voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Yuhan."

"Chu Feng, my singing friends will be over."

"Oh, is everything going well?"

"It went well."

At this moment, Dai Yuhan wanted to say something, but he endured it and swallowed it back.

"It's good that it goes well, I'm sorry, I'm too busy with work today to join your singing party."

"Well, I understand. Take care of yourself. ”

On the other side of the phone, the voice of Xin Ye's colleague talking to him came from the other side, and there was no more communication, and Xin Ye hung up the phone in a hurry.

Holding the phone, Dai Yuhan took a deep breath and slowly relaxed.

Xing Ao saw it in his eyes, but he didn't have too much comfort.

After a while, Xing Ao smiled and told Dai Yuhan that the place where the lights were lit on the beach was a book bar that had just opened, and he tentatively asked Dai Yuhan if he would like to go over with him to drink a little hot drink, and Dai Yuhan readily agreed.

Stepping on the soft sea sand, Dai Yuhan passed his palm through Xing Ao's arm that was clinging to his pocket, and said happily: "It's good to have an old friend to accompany you in such a difficult time." ”

Although Xing Ao said countless times in his heart that he didn't want to be friends with the girl in front of him, he was still very relieved that Dai Yuhan began to open his heart to himself. This was completely unimaginable in high school, when she was more like a frightened rabbit, and most of the time she was in a state of trembling self-preservation, except for a few people she trusted.

"I think you're better now."

Hearing Xing Ao's heartfelt praise, Dai Yuhan also laughed.

"yes, I think you're cuter than before."

After speaking, Dai Yuhan let out a big sneeze.

Xing Ao once again helped Dai Yuhan wrap his coat tightly, and at the same time, he hugged Dai Yuhan tightly and accelerated the pace of going to Dehui's book bar.

Maybe it's because it's late to enter the store, except for the guys who are busy sorting out the shelves, the book bar is already a little deserted.

Seeing that some guests came in, Chu Dehui put down the mountaineering bag in his hand and enthusiastically led the two guests to their seats.

I don't know if he has no interest in pop music, Chu Dehui looked at Dai Yuhan, although he was smiling, he didn't show any difference. As if he were a couple in love, he listened carefully to the customer's ideas before silently leaving to prepare the ingredients.

The inadvertently painted white walls, deliberately painted and distressed furniture and cobblestone paths in the book bar set off the whole atmosphere with a special freshness and nature. The blue horseshoe window is connected to the long corridor, and the pure color collision makes people instantly return to the sunny afternoon.

Being in such a quiet atmosphere, Dai Yuhan feels particularly free and comfortable.

"You know, I often dream of a girl saying a word to me."

Looking at Dai Yuhan's serious eyes, Xing Ao asked with a smile: "What did she tell you, did she praise you for singing very well?" ”

Dai Yuhan shook his head: "No, she often says: I'm not there, I'm not asleep."

Hearing Dai Yuhan's words, Xing Ao was stunned, because he knew that this was a poem, written by an American female florist during the Earth Era. The florist composed "Don't Weep at My Grave" against the backdrop of a Jewish girl who was separated from her mother during the Second World War.

And the reason why Xing Ao knows the poem "Don't Cry at My Grave" is not because he is familiar with history or loves poetry, but because the birthday card he recently received has this poem written on it. To be exact, shortly after graduating from high school, he receives a birthday card with such a poem written on it every year.

The person who mailed the greeting card was his former good friend Du Mengfan. It was a girl like a morning glow, in high school, she was his tablemate, and there were countless moments, Xing Ao felt that Du Mengfan was his best confidante in this world, and there was no one.

But I don't know why, just after I left the planet Fre to deal with some things, Du Mengfan never appeared in his world again, as if the world had evaporated, and he would never see her again. And not long after that, on his first birthday without Du Mengfan, he received a birthday card with the song "Don't Cry at My Grave". Although he was very reluctant to admit it, a very bad idea still echoed in Xing Ao's mind.

Maybe Du Mengfan will never appear in his own world again.

It wasn't until Dai Yuhan said this poem just now that Xing Ao seemed to have returned to the good times he used to get along with.

Do you know that? I looked it up and it looked like a poem. ”

"Don't Weep at My Grave."

The two men said the name of the poem in unison.

"You know?" Dai Yuhan asked in surprise.

"This poem is a poem that Du Mengfan likes very much, she doesn't like war, so she has read a lot of anti-war poems, and this one is her favorite."

"Oh, I see. It turned out to be a poem that old classmates liked. Then it's possible, maybe she told me before, although she doesn't have any impression, but maybe she will still remember this poem in the depths of her memory. ”

"Possibly."

At this time, the simple meal ordered by Dai Yuhan and Xing Ao was also presented by Chu Dehui.

Xing Ao picked up the juice cup, looked at the mountaineering bag on the bar, and asked curiously: "Boss, are you going to climb the mountain?" ”

Chu Dehui glanced back at his backpack and said with a smile: "Yes, we have an association of mountaineering enthusiasts, and we will organize a mountain climb tomorrow and gather at the book bar at eight o'clock in the morning." What, are you two interested in participating together? ”

Dai Yuhan looked at Xing Ao with interest and asked with his mouth, "Are you going?" ”

Seeing that Dai Yuhan wanted to participate, Xing Ao replied briskly: "Okay, count the two of us." ”