"Passengers heading to Narita Airport in Japan are reminded that your flight 1001 is now open for boarding. 【Big ^ Book ^ Bag ^ Small ^ Say ^ Net dashubao】Please bring your belongings, show your boarding pass, and board from Gate 2. Have a nice trip."

The sweet broadcast sounded, and Yin Wenwen's flight began to board. In desperation, she had no choice but to write down her email address and drag her suitcase in a sullen manner to queue up for check-in.

The little hairy boy who snatched Yin Wenwen's mobile phone ran wildly like a scud, turned around and made a grimace while running, one did not brake, and directly hit a luggage rack.

"Kid, are you alright?"

A woman wearing the latest Chanel sunglasses and a designer brand all over her body crouched down to speak gently. The two attendants behind her immediately helped her sort out the suitcases scattered on the ground.

A few ground service inspectors came over and just wanted to ask out loud, but the dirty little hairy child got up from the ground and ran away, even forgetting to pick up his mobile phone.

"What are you doing, kid?"

She twisted her eyebrows and muttered to herself, then lightly glanced at the person behind her: "Let's go." ”

Yin Wenwen and her, one to the left and the other to the right, happened to pass by.

The plane takes off and soars into the sky, drawing a graceful arc.

As if sensing something, the man's eyebrows jumped as if he were being re-examined, and his heart suddenly accelerated uneasily.

In an instant, the heart was flustered.

It was as if something was gradually moving away from him.

An uncatchable pain crossed his expressionless face, and he quickly regained his composure.

The doctor carefully examined his back and head, nodded reassuringly, and said, "The rib recovery effect is quite good, and there are no sequelae." It's just that the blood has accumulated for too long, which has damaged the memory, but there is no major problem. ”

"Hmm."

He replied lightly, buttoned up his clothes, and walked to the couch and sat down, thoughtful.

For a moment, the tip of his heart suddenly felt like he had been pricked by a needle, and the small pain made him think it was his own delusion.

But the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became, and I slammed my body to the ground, stood up abruptly, picked up the car keys on the table, and left without saying a word.

Drove to the place where I met Xiao Erqian yesterday, the empty bamboo forest, and there was only the sound of the wind passing through the bamboo leaves.

Slowly glanced around, walked to the side, crouched down, and picked up the small card on the ground that had not had time to sweep away.

Hands, involuntarily clenched. Only the storage of these cards told him that last night's qiē was not a dream

There was an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness in my heart, and I obviously felt that I had grasped something, but in a blink of an eye, that loss resurfaced

This feeling is too embarrassing

Just like every time he dreamed, he dreamed of the vague figure in his mind, and when he was about to see clearly, he suddenly woke up.

He, who has never smoked, was particularly irritable today, took out a cigarette and lit it, just holding it between his fingers, but did not smoke.

His deep gaze stared into the distance, fluctuating, like the clouds on the horizon, the wind of the bamboo forest, which was unpredictable.

When the cigarette butt was about to burn his fingers, he suddenly woke up.

In a trance, he had an incredible thought.

Could Xiao Erque be the person in his heart He stood up and pondered carefully, judging from his reaction and intuition to her, it was very likely that it was her