I froze in place for about two or three minutes, and then I came to my senses and adjusted my breath, trying to calm myself down, while constantly suggesting to myself that the back in the photo was just a lot like me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I didn't want to let my eyes linger on the photo, so I hurried to the third page.

Affected by the second page, I was a little panicked, and I didn't dare to look directly at the photo on the third page, but first locked my eyes on the narration at the bottom of the photo.

Summer's narration on the third page reads: "This is the third time I've seen you, and the first time we've taken a photo together, and although you still don't remember who I am, I'm still glad because this time, I know your name, Ling Feng." ”

When I saw the last two words, I gasped.

If the effect of the second page is that my brain is clouded and cannot work properly. Then the narration on the third page can directly make my brain freeze.

I slowly moved my gaze upwards, praying for one thing in my heart, that is, the Ling Feng mentioned in the narration is just a person with the same name and surname as me, and I hope that the person who appears in the photo is not me, and he doesn't look like me!

But this is just my unwillingness to face reality and deceive myself. When the photo came into my sight, the extremely familiar face in the photo easily shattered my last line of defense.

It's a picture of two people, and I'm standing on the left, expressionless, looking as cold as I had described it before the summer. Standing on the right side of the photo is Summer, and unlike my coldness, she is smiling very happily compared to scissor hands.

At this moment, I can't find any excuse to escape the facts in front of me. The scumbag who was spurned by me and played cold and fascinated the summer, turned out to be me! No, it should be said that before I was alive, I was in the Ling Feng period!

My mind went blank, and my eyes and hands continued to scroll through the pictures behind me, as if they were mechanical.

This small album is not thick, and the number of pages left behind it is less than ten pages, but on every page, there are my photos.

I didn't dare to linger on the photo for too long, so I hurriedly flipped through it and quickly put it back in the box.

Then I felt that my legs were a little weak, as if I couldn't even support my body, so I had to sit down on the chair in front of my desk.

I sat in my chair like a fool and tried to digest what I had just experienced. Unfortunately, my brain is too small and my brain nerves are not developed enough to process such a large amount of information. There is little else to do but crash and restart.

I don't know how long it took me to get out of the vicious cycle of crash and restart.

As I took a deep breath, my eyes fell on the pink diary, and I held it in front of me with a somewhat stiff hand.

Just as I was about to open it, I hesitated again.

The photo album just now has caused an unimaginable impact on me. It made me realize that this silver box was like a Pandora's box for me, and the contents and the weight it possessed were beyond my reach.

The pink diary in front of me, once opened, may have a far greater impact on me than the album, which made me afraid of seeing something in the diary that I couldn't digest at all.

Now this pink diary has turned into a flood beast in my eyes, and I feel that the secrets contained in it may tear me apart completely.

So, in a panic, I put the diary back in the box, and then quickly closed the lid and pressed my hands on it, as if I was afraid that the diary would prop up the lid and run out of it.

At this moment, time and space seemed to stand still, and I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat and the sound of violently fluctuating gasps.

The brain is very messy, and it becomes a pot of porridge! Corn porridge, red bean porridge, eight-treasure porridge...... I don't know which bastard mixed up all the porridge I could think of, and was boiling it in my head, and I was stupid enough to try to distinguish it.

I endured the pain of chaos, suffered bitterly, and after a period of struggle, barely survived the chaotic period, so that the troubled mind was temporarily calmed.

My gaze returned to the silver box, and although I was scared, I was still interested in it, and perhaps this was the charm of Pandora's Box.

I struggled with it in my heart, and then I mustered up the courage to open it bravely.

As soon as the box was opened, the pink diary on top jumped into my eyes again.

I stared at it for a few seconds, trying to adjust my breath, and after a deep, forceful breath, I pulled it out of the box.

In fact, this is a very beautiful diary, with a pink cover page and beautiful paintings, which makes this diary look very warm.

If I hadn't been affected by my previous photo albums, I would never have been intimidated by such a diary.

I hesitated again, then prepared to open the journal.

Before I opened it, I looked up and looked at Summer, who was still sleeping peacefully, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she was dreaming something.

Did you dream of me in a dream? I couldn't help but make a joke in my heart. At the same time, I unconsciously stared at Summer a few more times.

Perhaps it was due to the influence of summer, and my panicked heart also stabilized unconsciously.

The gaze shifted back to the pink diary again.

It's also amazing, I looked at it before, and I thought it was a flood beast, but now in my eyes, it's just an ordinary girl's diary, far less scary than it looked just now.

Maybe everything is just a psychological effect, and if the heart is stable, then everything will naturally be stable.

Smiling, I gently opened it, and on the title page, I saw a passage written by Summer: "After waiting for four years, I can finally go one step closer to you, so happy!" If it's a dream, please don't wake me up, don't let my dream stop......"

Waited four years? In other words, it took four years to start writing this diary after I first met me in the summer.

So, I made a simple calculation in my mind, and the time when this diary started should have started a year ago, that is, after graduating from college in the summer, after I came to Ningbo to become my assistant.

After determining the time, I have some preparation in my heart, at least when I look through the diary, I will not be in a panic to search for it in my memory because of the unfamiliar content that suddenly appears in the diary.

Turning the title page, the text of the diary finally appeared in front of me.