In Seattle in March, it's nighttime and the climate is mildly warm.

In the attic, Lu Zichu stood at the door, his deep and complicated eyes and Ah Sheng staring at each other wordlessly.

The air condensed, and the unknown emotions stung Ah Sheng's nerves, but she sealed all the surging in her heart with calm.

This world is very cruel, so cruel that the former lovers are close but there is nothing to say.

Lu Zichu smiled, like early spring rain and dew, containing a faint warmth.

Ah Sheng was also laughing, the smile spread to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, quiet and peaceful.

Only he knows how far-fetched his and her smiles are. Now, no matter how bright their smile is, they can't bring back the old days. The flowers are in full bloom, and what can't be kept is the red dust of Qianmo, like a year of flowing water, but the only thing that can stay in each other's lives is the prosperity of three thousand, silent.

The room was quiet.

Lu Zichu looked at Ah Sheng, his dark eyes were calm, and he asked softly, "Can you still recognize who I am?" ”

“…… Lu Zichu. Ah Sheng sat on the chair, his eyes were warm and his smile was shallow.

The pain in his heart was so great that Lu Zichu grabbed the tray with one hand, so as not to loosen his hand and knock over the dinner.

After a long time, Lu Zichu spoke: "Over the years, you have lived ...... How are you doing? ”

"Not bad, what about you? How are you doing? Ah Sheng's words were silent, with a lot of clouds and lightness.

“…… Okay, I'm fine. ”

When Lu Zichu said this, he put one hand in the trouser pocket of his suit, and the other hand held the dinner plate, leaning against the attic door, his head bowed, and his emotions were unknown.

With a smile on the corner of his lips, Ah Sheng looked at him quietly, even today, many years later, Lu Zichu turned his back to the light, and it was still as beautiful as ever, like a famous painting frozen in time.

Ah Sheng's throat was a little tight, and he opened his mouth and tried a few times before he made a sound, "If you don't bring me dinner again, it should be cold." ”

Lu Zichu raised his head, his eyes were warm, but the corners of his mouth were really smiling this time.

He put the plate on the table, and Ah Sheng was already standing up with the armrest of the chair. Because she had been sitting for too long, she stood there for a while before walking towards the dining table.

Approaching, Ah Sheng looked at the mushroom and chicken porridge in the bowl, and whispered, "It looks delicious." ”

She and he were so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats.

Ah Sheng's heart beat slowly, his eyelashes fluttered, trying to break the sudden silence, and when he stretched out his hand to serve porridge, his body was circled into Lu Zichu's arms.

"This hug, six years late." Breathing close to her ear, her voice low and choked.

Ah Sheng's snort was Lu Zichu's breath. Overnight, it seemed that all the sounds disappeared, as if as long as they hugged each other, they could go straight to the heavens.

She said: "The former Gu Sheng is dead. ”

"She's not dead, but her soul is broken, even if her soul needs to be mended, I'm not willing to throw it away."

Ah Sheng's forehead was against Lu Zichu's neck, so when Lu Zichu spoke, she could clearly feel his Adam's apple trembling, and even his voice seemed to be a little indistinct.

She suddenly realized something, and looked up to look at him, but he held her head down, "Don't look. ”

Ah Sheng didn't look at him anymore, because the damp emotion had already overflowed her eyes.