"Who are you going to see?" His eyes, vicious, shot straight at her like a dagger.

Wang Xixi's heart seemed to be twisted with a rope, the more he forced her like this, the more she didn't want to tell him, she bit her lip and didn't speak.

The silence made him feel even more desperate, "You saw it, right, you saw it!" ”

Wang Xixi didn't come back to his senses for a while, "Who did I see?" ”

The surprise in her eyes didn't seem to be faked, Song Senran suddenly realized that she might not have gone to see him, she might not have known that he was back, so she was so casual.

"Are you going to see Li Jing?" Song Senran regained his senses, the hands holding Wang Xixi's shoulders slowed down, and his voice became softer.

"yes, or who else can I meet?" Wang Xixi looked at Song Senran, "I'll go home first." ”

She turned and went upstairs, he was always so suspicious and hysterical about what he was talking about, couldn't they get along well? She really wanted to go to the bottom with him.

Song Senran suddenly hugged her from behind, he buried his head in her neck, Wang Xixi felt a cold on his neck, was he crying?

"Sissy, I want to go to the back of the road with you." As soon as Wang Xixi's neck was hot, his voice came muffled, and the buzzing vibration made her neck tremble.

She reached out and touched his face, wet, "I want to go to the back of the world with you, too." ”

Song Senran raised his head, his eyes full of surprise: "Really? ”

Wang Xixi nodded, and shook his head again, "But as you said back then, the future is full of uncertainties, but now, I really want to go to the bottom with you." ”

Song Senran's eyes dimmed, if you knew that he was coming back, would you still think so?

"Is something wrong?" Wang Xixi keenly captured the change in his face.

"Nope." His lips opened, and he finally said these two words, he was afraid that she would find him impatiently when he came back, afraid that she would leave him. Even if she would eventually know everything, it would be better for him to be greedy a little longer before she knew everything. The time with her was like a beautiful dream, and he was willing to do everything to prolong it.

The autumn wind is cold, and the road is blown clean without the cleaning of the cleaners, and the pedestrians passing by are wearing big masks, and the faces of the people on the other side cannot be seen clearly with the low brim of the hats.

Wang Xixi was almost late when he arrived at the club, and as soon as he turned on the computer, he saw a message from the president: The white robe is back! I've already sent his photo to your mailbox, so let's arrange it to see where it fits.

The white robe is back, the white robe is back......

Wang Xixi's brain had stopped working when he saw these five words, and he came back.

Her brain remained in such a blank state, and she was stunned for a long time before she opened the email.

It's a few photos, but the style is very different from the previous ones.

She watched cautiously, like a thief, and she felt like she was peeping into his life, life without her, as if she was making up for lost memories.

His photographs are no longer dominated by landscapes, but more often by more stories.

There is a photo in Times Square, in which two old men are dancing, a silver-haired grandmother and a grandfather, who have lost their youthful and beautiful colors, but have gained an elegance that has been precipitated over the years.

Wang Xixi's nose can't stop pantothenic acid, and the photo is speechless, "I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated." Such simple words require great courage to resist the erosion of time in order to be realized.

She clicked the phone on her desk a few times.

"Xiao Li, I'll send you the photo of the white robe later, and it will be published in the old position."

"Sister Xixi, old position?" Xiao Li's voice was full of doubts: "What is the white robe?" ”

Wang Xixi pursed his lips, he has been away for so many years, and the newcomers to the magazine don't know this author at all, and only those who have worked in the magazine for a few years know how much benefit this young man in the white robe has brought to them.

"It's the middle of the magazine."

"But ......"

"Alright, that's it." Wang Xixi hung up the phone without saying anything.

All the emotions came to her at work, and she had always been slow to heat up. Wang Xixi did not go home directly, but took the bus directly to the middle school of Jinhua High School.

The familiar campus instantly awakens the sleeping memories.

Except for the small vendors on the left side of the gate, which have been replaced with new dormitories, everything else is still the same. There are always boys on the playground who are sweating and playing basketball, just like those people back then.

The administrative building is no longer as brand new as it was back then, and Wang Xixi climbed straight up the stairs. She needed to find a place to be alone.

Unfortunately, there was already a person standing on the top of the administrative building.

White shirt, jeans, white canvas shoes, straight back, neatly trimmed hair at the back of the head. Wang Xixi saw the shadow of Gu Ao in a trance.

Probably hearing footsteps behind him, the boy turned around.

Wang Xixi heard the sound of heavy rain falling and splashing on the water, she had imagined countless scenes of them meeting again, she thought it would be many years later, they each carried their other half, or held their children, met on the street, said "hello" to each other, and then passed by strangers.

Clearly, she overestimated herself.

She couldn't deny that she was thrilled at the moment she saw him, her heart was about to jump out, she couldn't think with reason, she couldn't imprison her heart beating violently for him.

In fact, for so long, she has long forgotten what he looks like, only that he has a clean smell, his hair is always neatly cut, and his eyes are deep peach blossom eyes. However, these details do not put together a complete picture.

It turns out that you can't remember what someone you love the most.

But the moment you see him, you'll recognize him.

The memory seemed to be sealed in an ancient bottle, and the appearance of that person was the spell that opened the bottle, and his appearance awakened the suppressed emotions that she had sealed for a long time.

Gu Ao's peach blossom eyes were still so deep, but he didn't know when there was more green stubble on his lips, and he opened his arms, like the same as many years ago, waiting for her to pounce on him and hug him.

But he guessed wrong.

She passed by his side unfazed, standing side by side with him.

"When did you come back?" Wang Xixi opened his mouth. Even she didn't expect that she would be able to disguise her inner grandeur so skillfully, and chat with him like a friend.