Most of the rooms in the elderly service center have turned off the lights, only the lights in the southernmost room are still on, and the old man in the wheelchair in the room no longer pays attention to the wind chimes outside the window, she is looking at the young man who is cutting his hair, the young man's face is not brilliant, the most brilliant is his eyes, very bright is the kind of brightness from the heart, occasionally he will pull down his eyes and smile at the old man, the smile seems to be infectious, the old man also began to laugh, after that, The old man's mouth never closed again.

After some time, the young man finally finished cutting his hair, and it was a very good hairstyle, as he had promised.

"Grandma, is it good-looking?" The young man brought the mirror to the old man, so that the old man could see her very clearly in the mirror.

The old man took the mirror in his hand and looked at it carefully, the corners of her mouth were expanding, and it seemed that she was very satisfied with her hairstyle.

Gradually, the old man's attention extended from the mirror to the outside of the mirror, and the mirror in her hand was rested on her lap, and her eyes kept staring at the person standing in front of her.

The room was quiet and quiet, and in the quiet atmosphere the old man squirmed her fingers, the hand that reached out to the young man clumsy and old.

The old man's hand trembled and fell on the young man's face and groped, and after a long time, the old man said, "Ah Tuo, who beat you like this?" ”

It was just a short sentence, but this short sentence made the man who had always maintained a smiling expression collapse in an instant.

He squatted down, he buried his head in the old man's knees, and called out in a row: Grandma, grandma.

The familiar shouts seemed to bring the old man into the old days, the child who had lost his father and mother since childhood came to her room in the middle of the night, the child was still not very comfortable when he first came to this family, he always pretended to be strong during the day, but she heard him cry at night several times, she opened his room and walked in, the child could no longer hold back his crying and complained to her: Grandma, grandma, I miss my parents.

"Tuo, in the future, you will make this place your home." That's how she comforted him.

Later, when Atuo's child grew up, because no other boy was good-looking, he always secretly looked at Youen, who was very beautiful, with black hair and fair skin, and always liked to wear strawberry pattern dresses.

"Ato!" Touching his hair with her fingers, she comforted him: "Did you get angry again?" Grandma just teaches her a lesson. ”

"Ah Tuo, don't be sad, I know that Youen hides a beautiful young man in the room, they sleep in the same bed, and Youen looks very fond of him."

"Ah Tuo, there is one thing that grandma feels very strange, those people also call the beautiful young man who was hidden by Youen as Ah Tuo."

"Also, Tuo, grandma found something, our family seems to be a little different from before."

In fact, the old man didn't know exactly what was different, the face was the same, and the voice seemed to be the same, but there were some differences.

No one answered her, the wind outside the window lifted the curtains and the wind chimes jingled, and the old man looked out the window, and his thoughts began to be chaotic again.

The quiet room echoed the voice of a young man, low, extremely depressed, like the whimper of a person who has been wandering for a long time when facing his distant hometown: Grandma, I miss her so much...

It was night in Istanbul, and when he had a cigarette, Bai Yuanxiu drank a glass of red wine, he took the unlit cigarette and sniffed greedily, the smell of tobacco and the aroma of red wine made him fall into his dream.

Kashiwahara embroidery vaguely dreamed that one day in the bustling crowd, Zhao Xiangnong stood at the corner of the street wearing a violet dress, leaning on the billboard with his head sideways and looking sullen, and he didn't know what he was thinking, there was no one around her who was the only one of her, and he seized the few opportunities to meet alone He asked her: Xiao Nong, what are you thinking?

She looked up at him.

Scold! This is his little green plum.

His little green plum eyes searched in the bustling square, and she said, Yuan Xiu, I just saw a person. She said, "I felt like I was looking in a mirror when I saw that person." She said, "Yuan Xiu, when I wanted to see that person clearly, that person disappeared in a flash."

Finally, she said, Yuan Xiu, I have been a little bad lately, and I will go to the doctor later.

He looked at her face closely, and the face that had been red like a red apple looked really bad.

"I'll show you there." He said to her, "After seeing the doctor, I'll take you to that Taiwanese noodle restaurant to eat Chaos." ”

He said those words naturally, and he always doted on her in the two little years without guessing, like a sister.

"No!" She lowered her head, and the wedding ring on the ring finger of the hand holding the red leather bag was facing the sun, and the diamond glittered in the daylight, causing everyone passing by to look at them.

Under that light, Kashiwahara embroidery remembered: His childhood plum has already married another woman!

"He'll take me." She whispered.

He naturally knew who he was in her mouth, and at that time, he knew that he should walk away from her, but he was reluctant to leave.

"Yuan Xiu, he's coming!" She raised her tone a little, and there was urging in her tone.

At that time, he really wanted to take a closer look to see if his Qingmei had another man living in his heart, if she was willing to look up, then he might see it from her face, but she just didn't look up.

"Original Embroidered ......"

He sat down in the café in the square across the street, and as soon as he sat down, he saw the one in her mouth.

Zhao Xiangnong, who was 1.63 meters, stood next to Song Yuze, who was 1.84 meters, she and him looked so pleasing to the eye, they walked side by side and looked like they didn't have much communication.

The distance between the two people was about fifty centimeters away from each other at first, and gradually, the distance of about fifty centimeters was being narrowed, and when the two figures almost disappeared, he saw through the gap in the crowd that their hands were pulled together, it must be the reckless employee who was sent by his boss to Starbucks to buy coffee and did not care about pedestrians, so he was afraid that the coffee would spill on her, so he pulled her, and he never let go of her hand, and she did not break free of her hand.

That day, Kashiwahara sat there and watched the two people disappear into the vast sea of people.

It was in Millennium Square at that time, and the violet-colored clothes she wore that day were gradually fading in her dreams, and the words she said that had long been forgotten by him were extremely clear at this moment, so clear that he woke up suddenly.

That day, she said, "I just saw a man." She said, "Original, original, I felt like I was looking in a mirror when I saw that person." She said, Yuan Xiu, when I want to see clearly that person is that person, it will disappear in a flash.

After waking up, Kashiwahara embroidered face was sticky, reached out and touched the sweat on his head, and a night breeze came to his face, as if it came from the distant Ottoman Empire, as if sighing, and there was another sound in the wind.

It was a man's voice: "Mr. Bai, have you heard of that ancient Egyptian legend?" The first pharaoh of ancient Egypt had a piece of jade that was very much beloved...... This allusion becomes a spell, there is a person in this world who is exactly like you, you are not related by blood, if you don't see each other in this life, you can be safe, but once you meet, disaster will come, I think......"

The voice was extremely clear, Kashiwahara embroidery gave a cold war, quickly closed the door of the balcony, and the three layers of curtains were all closed, this time, the wind outside couldn't get in, couldn't get in...

In the quiet space, only his voice echoed, repeating: can't get in, can't get in...

Covering his ears, Kashiwahara rushed into the bathroom, stood under the head of the lotus shower, and poured cold water over his face.

It was his last night in Turkey.

Kashiwahara knew that from now on, he would never set foot in this land and this country again.

Never again, never again!

On the harbor of Marmara, the ancient theater of the circular is surrounded by bright yellow lights, and from a distance it looks like a golden fireball standing on the beach, it is late at night, the theater is empty, and several workers are waiting in the corner to tidy up the ice rink, not long ago the beautiful Asian man does not know how to make the manager of the theater postpone the time to tidy up the ice rink, it is said that the man took his wife to see the figure skating show that gathered many masters to perform, and the performance was over, and the man's wife was reluctant to leave.

Now, on the ice of the stage, only the man and his wife are left, the man stands behind his wife and looks at her silently, and the man's wife stands on the central ice, she looks up at the light above her head.

The soul of the Ottoman Empire was kissing the ancient theater, and Mu Youen looked up at the light overhead, which was dazzling like a dazzling kaleidoscope at the moment.

Closing her eyes, the kaleidoscopes came to her heart one by one, and those kaleidoscopes gradually turned into a group of images, each of which showed a light figure gliding on the ice, the wind blowing past her ears, driving the end of the sideburns, and the fluttering skirt, and the music and lights flowing around.

You can go a little faster, you can go a little faster, you can fly a little faster, and the skates will graze the ice and splash fine freezing points.

"Let's get started!" A voice in my ears.

Follow that voice, one. Two. Third, the sound of the feet exerting force and the skate blades accelerating on the ice raised a burst of extremely fast rest.

The hands are tightly pressed on the chest, the toes stand on tiptoe, exert force, jump high, and the body turns and rotates at 350 degrees!

In the whirling stroke poured into her ears.

When it was finally time to fly, she smiled, more than ever.

"Run, cut on!" The voice rang out suddenly.

The hand that was tightly curled in front of his chest spread out, like the wings of an eagle, and his toes fell to the ground, and the ice surface touched by the skate, and the fingers touched the fingers of another person.

"Squeak-" The sound of the skate blade touching the ice, that sound can be heard in tears by every heart that loves to the heart, she turned back and smiled at the person behind her, and the smile gradually faded in time and space...

When he opened his eyes, his hands were stretched out in mid-air, with tears in his eyes, his smile froze at the corners of his mouth, and he muttered: Atuo...

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