"Sinan?" The girl beckoned carefully. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boy reclined and looked at the gray and gloomy sky, the hot weather gradually became humid, and the clear breeze blew in through the window, stirring the hair on the side of his ear, and fluttering with the curtain.

"Sinan..."The girl's cheeks were a little red because of nervousness.

"Will it be clear?" The boy was still looking out the window.

"Huh?" The question came a little suddenly, and the girl didn't react for a while, but she felt a little flattered, "Well... No, it won't be sunny for a few days, the forecast has given a red alert, it is said that there are typhoons gathering around, which is quite serious, and they have begun to close the roads, which is a pity. ”

"It's a pity?" The boy asked.

"Yes, there is a meteor shower tonight, and the Xingcheng observation point is great." The girl said, and couldn't help sighing, "But unfortunately, there are no meteors, only rain." ”

"Shooting stars," the boy whispered to himself.

The rain was pouring down, and the young children were waiting for their families. Ling Sinan held a small umbrella and walked through the crowded crowd in the corridor, and the Bentley at the door had been waiting for a long time, but he was looking for someone. As the sky grew dark, the adults and their children gradually walked away, but the rain became heavier and heavier. The small figure stood opposite the rain curtain, looking at the sky a little distracted. Ling Sinan shouted his name, but the rain was too loud to convey. The child in front of him was a little hesitant, he didn't notice himself with an umbrella, and obviously didn't know that on the other side of the rain curtain, a child was anxiously looking for him. The umbrella that Ling Sinan was holding was blown over by the wind, and he simply threw it away, but when he ran into the rain, the child had already covered his head and plunged into the rain, and the rain curtain quickly drowned his figure, Ling Sinan couldn't catch up with him, so he could only stand in the rain, looking at the eyes, the child running in the rain gradually moved away, he shouted the name with all his might, but he was only covered by the rain curtain.

The picture in the memory appeared, and the sky in the young man's eyes seemed to return to the evening of the rainstorm.

"Huh?" The girl didn't understand, she didn't hear clearly, and asked in a tentative whisper.

There was silence again, and seeing him like this, the girl simply sat on the side.

Ling Sinan is like this, as if he has a forbidden area buff, the temperature of the whole person is condensed into four words like ice, and no one is close to him, but no one seems to be able to get acquainted with him. In the whole school and even in the same class, this name can be regarded as a legend, but for most people, he is just a back.

Just like the girl now, only at this time is he the best to approach. In the impression of a cloudy day, Ling Sinan will always be like this, looking at the sky outside the window and being distracted.

He seems to like cloudy days, but he doesn't seem to like to see rain.

Every time he was able to approach him, Ling Sinan was distracted.

The sky was overcast, and the clouds were like a curtain. The promenade next to the parking lot was pitch black, and the faint light could only shine on one part of the entrance. The girl saw him in the car, Ling Sinan stood alone at the exit of the corridor, the faint white light stretched his shadow, she had never seen anyone wear a white shirt without decoration so beautifully. Ling Sinan raised his head, looking at the sky, his eyes were far away, the wind was blowing his hair, and his figure swayed, like a pine tree swaying slightly in the wind. It was at this moment that the girl's heart was pounding, a teenager waiting for the rain, how poetic, without the slightest artificiality, she couldn't help but have such a thought in her heart.

It seemed to respond to his expectations, and the rain fell like a curtain. But to her surprise, the first rain hit his forehead, but the young man was like a startled little beast, quickly retreating, curling up slightly. This is also the only time the girl has seen emotions on his face, but it looks a little lonely. She realized that the boy had not brought an umbrella, and the familiar Bentley had not yet arrived due to the early dismissal of class. She picked up the umbrella next to her and tried to send it to him, and if she was lucky, she could even take him home, but the boy stared at the rain and turned around. When she opened the door, she could only see a faint back.

But she was still glad because she saw that Ling Sinan who was different, at least, for others, only she saw it. It's as if you already have a secret that belongs to two people.

Ling Sinan never mentioned it, he really didn't like the rain, and even hated it, because the rain always reminded him of that.

In that dream that often appears, the rain falls, the high eaves and long walls, the buildings everywhere reveal luxury, a person stands on a high platform, looking down at those, and his golden eyes are majestic and murderous. The smoke was everywhere, and the people around were dressed in armor and held torches aloft that could not be extinguished even by the heavy rain. He couldn't see too much, only to see someone curled up on the ground, the white tail behind him shielding the person under him from the heavy rain, but the person's blood stains had dyed the white robe red, and the blood flowed along the rain to the surroundings, like a flower blooming.

She covered everything for herself, and the cold rain slapped down on her body, chilling and heartbreaking...

Dreams that are too real always make people immersive, sad and real, like personal experience, even the feelings, are so profound,

Ling Sinan got up, he was going to do something before the rain fell, just like when he was a child.

He seemed to forget the girl beside him and walked straight by. Again, leaving only one back. For the girl, the first thing Ling Sinan taught her was "secret love". He is like a figurine of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, the peach blossoms fall on the stone, pure and blind.

Ling Sinan got up and left, and in the school building in the distance, someone also left with an open window, he stared at the sky, and someone stared at him.

Bentley had already stopped at the garage door and waited, and Ling Sinan walked straight in, attracting attention.

"Xiao Nan is so early today." The driver, Lao Chen, asked.

"Well, I came out early." Ling Sinan looked out the window.

"You're about to graduate, so there should be a lot of female classmates coming to you recently, right?" Lao Chen started the car and moved skillfully.

"You didn't pay attention, what are you looking for me?"

"Haha, of course it's asking about your wishes, they must all want to know, they want to be with Xiao Nan." Lao Chen quipped, "But Xiao Nan, do you have any plans for yourself?" ”

"Volunteer..."Ling Sinan was a little stunned, he never seemed to have thought about these future problems.

Perhaps, ask him what he thinks. Ling Sinan thought so, and then took out his mobile phone, the name in the address book that was so similar to himself.

"I'm sorry, the person you're calling isn't in the service area, sorry......" A mechanical female voice came from the phone.

"I guess it's due to the typhoon, and the signal has been going off and off lately." Lao Chen said.

"Yes, I see." Ling Sinan put away his mobile phone, "Uncle Chen, after eating in a while, wait for me at the back door, I want to go to the Chihai Bridge." ”

"But the road has already been closed, I'm afraid it's too late, I can't get in, right?" Lao Chen was a little puzzled, "And the typhoon is coming, isn't it appropriate?" ”，

"There's a shooting star tonight." Ling Sinan rolled down the window. The traffic on the road has gradually decreased, and they are driving towards that haven of their own, and they will also spend this stormy night with their families.

At this time, the home is the warmest, and the family sits together, looking forward to the wind and rain leaving. Home is like this, the stronger the wind and rain, the warmer it is.

But that stubborn dead child is only one person, and he will definitely stubbornly stay there, so look forward to it. It's as if a miracle happens just by waiting.

Suddenly I regretted that I had given him the telescope in the first place, and I shouldn't have told him that the location was the best.

Lao Chen turned his head and looked sideways at Ling Sinan, who was in a trance, he understood what he meant, and couldn't help but sigh lightly, "What two wayward children." ”

"It's okay, you just send me to the bridge, I'll go by myself later, I'll try to come back before the storm, you don't have to wait for me, the lighthouse there is very strong, don't worry." Ling Sinan is always like this, as long as he says it, it seems that he can't refuse.

"I know, I'll keep it a secret, after dinner, back door." Lao Chen said. "By the way, prepare two umbrellas for you?"

"Well... Troublesome. ”

Lao Chen just smiled, this child who has been looked at by him since he was a child, he can probably be said to be one of the people who knows him best, no matter how cold Ling Sinan is in front of outsiders, he can always see through his heart. In fact, he is a warm-hearted person, because in front of him, he will always be the child who pesters him to find his younger brother.

As if following the call of the rain god, the dark clouds grew thicker and thicker until they covered the sky. The traffic on the side of the road increased its speed, leaving elongated lamptails, which crossed Ling Sinan's eyes, like meteors.

As if there was some kind of irresistible reason, Ling Sinan desperately wanted to go there, as if he was touched by something in his inner secret, and in his eyes, the dream resurfaced, and it was still real. Maybe the atmosphere on the eve of the storm is depressing, maybe it's just not liking the rain that is about to fall.

The bridge spans two cities, and the total length is also one of the best in China, so it is named "Chihai". The busy bridge is silent at the moment, with eye-catching warning lights hanging high at the entrances on both sides and guardrails closed. An engine whistled and the white Bugatti stopped at the entrance to the guardrail.

"I've arrived." She pressed the headset, and in an instant, all monitoring stopped working, and the guardrail opened. "It's a good time."

"Of course." Opposite the headset, the crisp voice is slightly immature.

She didn't have to care about the speed limit on the straight bridge, not to mention that she was the only car on the entire bridge. She was almost at top speed, and the gauge was pointing straight for the 400. Approaching the middle of the bridge, Bugatti's tail rose to its highest, then rose vertically, and glided forward for nearly 400 metres.

Itina got out of the car, her long pale blonde hair tied into a smart ponytail, a black tight-fitting combat suit, the curves of her whole body were perfectly outlined, and a pair of long legs protruding under the leggings were even sexier.

"Plan to do." She walked to the bridge and turned on her headset.

At the moment of speaking, four ropes suddenly shot out from the sea at the bottom of the bridge and plunged straight into the side of the bridge, and the originally calm sea surface rippled, and the ripples expanded, and a sealed box tightly wrapped in black cloth rose with the rope until it was parallel to the bridge deck.

Itina dragged the box out, unbuckled it, and pushed it into the middle of the road with some effort. She unfastened a bit of black cloth from above, revealing a semi-transparent glass-like switch.

"Alchemy Field, Maintain."

"The Corridor of Memory, Candleheart."

Golden dust flew around her, and she took out a delicate classical knife from the side of her leg, and then slashed her palm, and she placed her hand on the switch, and the bright red blood dripped down, and the magma-like temperature melted the glass and seeped down. The contents of the box seemed to feel something, and they became agitated. She quickly withdrew her hand and bandaged the wound as fast as she could, and when it was all done, she put the black cloth back on and sat down in the car.

"The 'bait' plan, the mission is complete." Itina turned off the headset and paused the recording at the same time.

The sea is calm again, but Itona's heart is turbulent. She took out her mobile phone and pressed the familiar number with some hesitation, but there was no waiting sound, as if the other party was already waiting.

"Do we really have to do this? than why you choose someone else. Itina sat in the car, looking at her bandaged left hand, and the ragged little girl in her memory seemed to be in her hand at this moment.

"I know what you're worried about, we hate the same thing, but history shouldn't be forgotten, those who died shouldn't be forgotten, those wars shouldn't be forgotten. If you've lived what I've been through, you'll understand. They will not repent, and the eternal night is their final test. If that doesn't change them, then we can only change the world. The man's voice did not carry a trace of warmth, but it made her feel deeply cold.

There was a busy sound on the other end of the phone, and Iina put away her phone and looked at the sea for a long time.

The man hung up the phone and walked out of the lighthouse, staring at the sky with deep eyes. "All wars without results are meaningless, unlike human servility, innate. The greed for the powerful, the fear of the strong. Rather than blindly follow, it is better to choose the master. He opened his arms and held his head high, "I said that one day, I want you to shine and be admired by all people." ”