The drizzle was misty, and the willow leaves swayed in the breeze. If the www.biquge.info compares Xizi Lake to a Jiangnan woman, then the willow trees along the shore are the green silk wrapped around the woman's shoulder, revealing gentleness and grace. In the 80s, there were not so many big-name shops in West Lake, and the business was not developed, and the fragrance of rice in the alleys could still float here. Looking east from the gem mountain, there are no high-rise buildings in the city of Hangzhou, there is a large rape flower field not far from the northeast, and you can vaguely see the mid-mountain in the distance, simple and natural.

On the shore of the West Lake, there are often young girls with two twisted braids and vigorous spirits walking together. They come with oil-paper umbrellas, and occasionally they can meet delicate eyebrows, and pedestrians will look at them twice.

The oncoming pair of sisters were dressed in plain robes and trousers, and they still couldn't hide their beautiful faces and good temperament. The two are active and quiet, complementing each other. The active one points to the cruise ship on the lake for a while, and the ancient buildings hidden in the mountains and rivers for a while; The quiet one sometimes smiles, sometimes hides his face, and only sees that the curvature of his eyebrows and eyes is more curved.

"Sister, did the Leifeng Pagoda really overpower the White Lady?"

"Just go and see."

The woman's head shook like a rattle: "I won't go, if the old monk finds out, what if I am caught and crushed underneath!" ”

"Huh." The other chuckled, "You're not a demon, why are you being caught." Besides, Leifeng Pagoda has already fallen, and there is nowhere to find it if you want to press you. She nodded the woman's forehead, and her smile was seen by the young man who was passing by on a bicycle, and suddenly forgot to pedal, and the car lost its center of gravity and staggered into the trunk of a tree on the side of the road.

"Haha, sister, look, what a stupid boy."

"Yu'er, don't talk nonsense."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand to help, and asked gently, "Comrade, are you okay?" ”

"No, it's fine." The young man's face was flushed, and he scratched his hair wildly.

There was a flash of "click", and the three of them looked to the side at the same time, and a man wearing glasses, in his early thirties, who looked like a reporter, recorded the moment with the camera in his hand, and this photo appeared in the Hangzhou Daily the next day.

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Kotoyu held the photo in the envelope for a long time and was reluctant to put it down, the signature of the envelope was unfamiliar, it was cursive written with a pen, the pen was vigorous and powerful, it should have come from a man. The corners of the photo also use the most popular wave pattern in the 80s, and the upper left corner is slightly yellowed because of its age, but overall it is still very well preserved. The woman in the photo has her eyes fluttering and her smile is like a flower, which is very beautiful in that era when there was no Meitu App and PS.

She remembered that she had asked the reporter for the photo, but before she could remember it, something had happened to the pianist. She didn't expect the reporter to keep the photo for so long because of a promise with a note attached to the envelope.

[Dear Miss Anonymous: Recently, I got news from Miss Anonymous, and I am overjoyed to know that you are all right. Abide by the promise today, give the photo, Miss Meng will not give up, tomorrow evening can get together, if Miss can leave a word, very good. 】

The inscription is: an old man.

A few brushstrokes, at first glance, nothing special, but the person who wrote the words carefully between the lines, revealing a faint loneliness. The words "overjoyed" and "keep the promise" were written extremely hard, and she could imagine the man's excitement, so she was a little curious about what made him like this, and who revealed her news to the other party.

Despite her suspicions, she wanted to see for herself.

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The next day, Qin Yu chose a set of cheongsam, with white flowers on a blue background, elegant and atmospheric. There's no specific time or place in the note, but some things are just so strange that they don't need to be exhaustive, let alone clear.

The changes in West Lake over the past few decades are not big or small, and the shops on both sides have changed alternately, but she can still easily find the tree in the photo. Under the tree stood an old man, wearing a pair of glasses, and his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to the reporters of the year.

She didn't hesitate, smiled, and walked towards him.

The old man did not seem to have good eyesight, and waited until she was very close before he stretched his brows and smiled like a child. He came up with tears in his eyes, and he walked a little tremblingly, but he was still neat. He tried to grab her hand but withdrew it, and opened his mouth to say something but didn't. Then, as if he had found something, with a question on his face, then sighed clearly, and walked to the bench by the lake and sat down, with Kotoma sitting next to him.

The old man pushed his eyes and said, "You are her daughter." ”

"Huh?" Qin Le's confusion was lost.

"yes, it's been decades."

It dawned on her that the time she had spent at the bottom of the lake had stood still, and that the Dementor had aged slowly, so it was no wonder he had speculated.

"You look alike."

A sense of guilt rose in her heart, but she couldn't be honest, so she followed the other person's words: "Yes, everyone says the same thing." ”

"She's ......," the old man paused for a long time, "don't you want to see me?" ”

"She's ......," Kotoyu pondered how to say it so that it wouldn't be too abrupt, "and died." Perhaps the other party would feel better with such an answer.

Unexpectedly, the old man's reaction to her was completely unexpected.

He first looked shocked, then sad, and then, as if he had finally accepted the "facts", he nodded to himself.

"When's it?"

"Uh......" Qinyu regretted lying a little, but she still had to make it up: "A few years ago. ”

"It's me who is late, late."

Kotoyu didn't dare to speak again, afraid that she would have to tell more lies.

"Don't think about it, me and her...... It doesn't matter. The old man leaned back in his chair, his eyes empty, and he fell into a long memory.

"If I have to say it, it's just wishful thinking. I guess she won't mention it to you, and you don't think I'm an old fellow, it's really ......" At this, he began to choke.

Qin Yu couldn't bear it: "It doesn't matter, just say whatever you want." ”

The old man nodded, and continued, although it was the same thing, he recounted another version, a version that Kotama could never have thought of.

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The joy of meeting the old people and seeing friends goodbye is fundamentally the same, Yuan Ruolan has experienced ten days of turbulence in the Inner Dan, and when she sees Zhu Xuanxi, Ju Yanchen and Wang Shoucheng again, not to mention how happy she is. She hugged them in turn, and finally held Wang Shoucheng, saying that she was unwilling to let go.

Wang Shoucheng couldn't stand the numbness the most, he desperately wanted to rip off her fingers, but unfortunately her strength after becoming a dementor was not comparable to ordinary people, he tossed a few times and was so tired that he had to give up.

Zhu Xuanxi gave an order to the fire dragon to open the exit from the top of the mountain.

Yuan Ruolan looked inside, and immediately retreated a few steps in fright: "Mom, it's so high!" Then he asked Zhu Xuanxi: "Is there any other exit?" ”

Zhu Xuanxi shook his head and jumped down first.

"Ahh Yuan Ruolan let go of Wang Shoucheng, covered her face with her hands and shouted.

Wang Shoucheng took the opportunity to jump down, followed by Yan Chen.

Therefore, after Yuan Ruolan moved his hand, only Ouyang Zheng was left on the top of the mountain. (To be continued.) )