[It turns out that love has always been around, even if it is just a memory but never forget, even if it is a smile with a smile, it will be remembered clearly.] Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ]

got into the car on a summer night, and Lu Zifan left directly.

"Where are you taking me?" The silent summer night only nervously opened her mouth when the car drove to a strange place.

"What, you're scared?" Lu Zifan pursed his lips and smiled, his tone contemptuous.

Xia Ye glanced at Lu Zifan, but saw a smiling face full of bad intentions, even the two thick eyebrows were flooded with soft ripples, the fair skin reflected the dark and deep eyes, the pale pink lips were sexy, the handsome and prominent facial features, the extremely perfect face shape, and the white shirt were not only magnificent, but also mature.

At this time, the summer night found that Lu Zifan had moved this face, presumably because of the scar left by the car accident and undergoing microplastic surgery.

"Is there something on my face or is it so glamorous that you can't let it go?" Lu Zifan saw that Xia Ye had not spoken, and he turned around to look at the car while concentrating, but saw that the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger.

Summer Night rubbed her hands together as if she was nervous, and turned her head to look out the window.

"What do you mean by not answering, acquiesce?" Lu Zifan grabbed Xia Ye's hand funny and asked again and again.

"I just want to know how you've spent all these years." Summer Night's hand trembled lightly and was taken back by her, although her expression could not be seen, but her voice was low to a little hoarse.

"Hehe......" Lu Zifan chuckled, revealing coldness: "Do you still know that you care about me?" I've never changed my phone in all these years, I've been waiting for you, even if it's just to hear your voice. “

Xia Ye heard complaints and sourness from Lu Zifan's voice, even with hatred, but Xia Ye felt that this was what she should bear, she clearly remembered that when she left, she took one last look at him, her whole face was tightly wrapped, there were blood stains on the gauze, and she was covered with bruises, and even her breathing was relying on the oxygen mask.

I don't know when the car has stopped, Lu Zifan lit a cigarette for himself, but still just took a puff and threw it out of the window.

"I'm sorry...... I ......" Summer Night turned her head and wanted to explain something, but her whole mouth was tightly gagged.

"Woo woo......" Xia Ye struggled, a hoarse sobbing sound came out of her throat, because Lu Zifan's domineering and impulsive made her feel deep fear.

She felt a catharsis in his heart, like hatred, but there was something other than hatred.

Watching the tears in the corners of Xia Ye's eyes slide down to her cheeks, chin, and finally wet her clothes, Lu Zifan gradually became calm, from the first time he saw Xia Ye, he felt that she had been afraid of himself.

Lu Zifan stepped on the engine, and the car flew out, he could only vent in this way, because he didn't want to hurt her, even if all the pain was only known to him and could only be borne by himself, he was willing.

Although Xia Ye was wearing a seat belt, his body was still very nervous, and his eyes did not dare to look ahead, so he could only twist his head to look outside.

Lu Zifan felt that Xia Ye's body was trembling slightly, and gradually slowed down the car, and finally stopped in front of a restaurant with an ancient style, and slowly got out of the car.

"The porridge here is ancestral and not only tastes good, but also appetizing and nourishing." After Lu Zifan finished speaking, he glanced at Xia Ye and walked into the restaurant first.

The tears that had just been wiped away in the summer night began to roll in her eyes again, she had always had a bad stomach, but she didn't expect him to remember it after so many years.

"Miss, are you the only one? Is it upstairs or downstairs? “

As soon as I entered the door on a summer night, the waiter asked politely.

"I'm looking for ......"

"Take her upstairs." Xia Ye's words were not finished, but he saw Lu Zifan standing upstairs and saying a word, although the voice was not loud, but it was enough for the waiter to hear clearly.

The downstairs is a partition, and the upstairs is a single room, which gives people a more quiet and elegant feeling.

"I asked you for a bowl of osmanthus porridge, and tomorrow I will change the taste, you can taste all the more than 20 kinds of porridge here, and then drink it over and over again, these dishes are what you love to eat, ...... while it is hot"

"Lu Zifan, don't you think you're very verbose?"

Lu Zifan seemed to have endless words, but Xia Ye couldn't listen to it anymore, she was afraid that her eyes would not be angry, and she would cry in front of him, so she interrupted him.

Lu Zifan's hand holding the small spoon shook slightly, and he realized that this was not five years ago, he closed his eyes slightly, and the nail of his other hand had already pierced into the palm.