At dusk, the setting sun shrouded the attic, and the rusty windows were carved by the vicissitudes of time, and the windows were faintly penicillium-colored around them.

Ah Sheng sat in a chair, she had maintained this position all day, sitting there motionless, her face was pale, and her eyes were glazed.

Her figure was reflected in the closet mirror, and she looked silently, as if she were looking at a stranger.

When she was a child, Ah Sheng was naughty and didn't sleep at night, and her mother Shen Ya would lie to her fiercely: "There are ghosts under the tree." ”

There is also a ** tree in the yard of Seattle, and after moving here, for nearly half a year, Ah Sheng has to stand in front of the window every night and wait for ghosts. If it is time to wait, Ah Sheng wants him/her to help her go back to the past. She wanted to see how she had been crazy for the past five years. What kind of change can make her grow in pain for five years?

In this world, there is a kind of loss, and its name is five.

This is true of memories, and even more so of feelings.

Ah Sheng didn't think that there had been no news for 6 years, maybe she had long been forgotten by Lu Zichu in the old days and fell in love with someone else.

If so, too...... Very good.

Two people can't be unhappy together, there must be one person who can be happy to love each other in vain, if it's not her, then it can only be him.

Although Ah Sheng kept saying that Lu Zichu would come to pick her up, she knew better than anyone else that Lu Zichu would not come.

Ah Sheng had a dream, a dream of occasional lucidity and self-deception, in which an endless array of flowers bloomed on the other side, red like fire, and hot eyes.

When I was a child, someone told Ah Sheng that the flower on the other side is a ruthless flower, which means separation and memories of sadness.

The Buddha said: The flowers on the other side have no leaves, the leaves have no flowers, the flowers and leaves never meet, and the life is wrong; I miss each other, but I can't see each other, and I walk alone on the other side.

This flower blooms gorgeously, but it is soaked in a lifetime of parting. Ah Sheng didn't like it.

The sunset is offset, and the elongated shadows on the floor are approaching Ah Sheng inch by inch, Ah Sheng's fingers tremble slightly, and his dark eyes are like a ** dream, bottomless.

She finally realized that some people, some things, can never be forgotten, even for the rest of their lives.

……

Lu Zichu stood outside the door of Gu's house, with mixed feelings in his heart, the fragrance of flowers mixed with the sweat of his travel, covering his nervousness, and also calming his urgency in an instant.

With a slight thud, the door opened.

A little girl poked out a small head from the crack in the open door, staring at Lu Zichu with big round eyes, her facial features were immature and delicate, and her expression between her eyebrows and eyes was quite similar to Ah Sheng.

Gu Liusha was frowning, and the man stood silently, extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

Asian man with a look of déjà vu...... The memory returned, Gu Liusha suddenly opened his mouth, and looked up at Lu Zichu in disbelief.

"Jane?" The first person to speak was Lu Zichu.

Ah Sheng mentioned this little girl in the letter, she should be Gu Cheng's daughter.

Gu Liusha was a little surprised, and said, "Yes, it's me." After a pause, she spoke again, nervous and expectant: "Are you Lu Zichu?" ”

There was a faint smile on the corner of Lu Zichu's lips: "Yes, I'm Lu Zichu." ”