Unconsciously, after reading a few of her diaries, the car had already arrived in the Jiangnan Water Town.

I got out of the car and I didn't know where to go? This city is relatively unfamiliar to me.

If it weren't for the fact that I came to find Qian Annie, I probably wouldn't have been here for the rest of my life, so how should I go to find her?

I decided to buy a map and see if there was any money on the map for those beautiful landscapes that Anne was talking about?

I believe that with the guidance of the map, I will have a better chance of finding Qian Annie.

My favorite vixen, after so long, you should have cultivated to the essence, please give my mind a pointer, some telepathy or something, let me find you sooner.

After spending fifteen yuan and getting a map, I opened it and looked at it carefully to get a general understanding.

I took the map to the roadside shop and asked the boss for directions according to my own understanding to verify that I had found the right way.

The boss was very enthusiastic and told me on the map which are the fun places, which views are better, etc.

By the time he put his hand on the map to show me how to go, an hour had passed.

Before leaving, I said thank you, willing to spend so much time for me as a stranger, this is really a kind person, may he be kind to his kindness.

Maybe it's because I saw a lot of things when I opened the store, but I am full of gratitude to be able to have such a person who is enthusiastic but doesn't ask for anything in return.

It was they who let me know that there are still good people in this society, and the ultimate goal of our life is to devote ourselves to public welfare when we achieve the financial reasons.

Holding the map and following the road, the scenery along the way is very charming, but I don't have the heart to appreciate it carefully, after all, it seems so insignificant compared to Qian Annie.

I used to think that I would be fascinated by the scenery here, because it fascinated Qian Annie, but now I am in the mood to look for her, and I am not in the mood to appreciate it at all.

It seems that different scenes, for different people, plus different moods, can achieve absolutely different effects.

I didn't see Qian Annie until two o'clock in the afternoon, I was very disappointed, hungry, and I couldn't help but eat a bowl of rice in a small restaurant.

I usually eat two or three bowls, but now I can only barely eat this bowl, and I realized that the amount of food a person eats also changes with the mood.

After eating, I was guided by the map to the bridge that Anne Qian recalled in her notebook.

Standing in the middle of the bridge and looking at the scenery around me, I suddenly understood why Qian Annie loved this place, it was indeed beautiful and charming.

I stood there as if Anne was right on my shoulder, and I was wrapping my arms around her waist, and she was holding out her slender fingers and pointing at the enchanting scenery not far away for me to enjoy.

We just stood there talking and laughing as if no one was around, as if we were living in a painting.

A gust of wind blew, and the chill pulled me back from my thoughts, and I realized that I had almost fallen asleep.

Alas, it seems that my thoughts about Qian Anne are so heavy that I will be fascinated by the places she has been, which is incredible.

Maybe that's what it's called seeing things and thinking about people, right? But for an alternative person like me, I think it should be the first time in the past.

I just stood on the bridge all the time, looking at the scenery, and then turned to look at the pedestrians.

I tried to find the quirky Qian Anne among them, but when my feet were numb, I still didn't see the beautiful figure of my favorite Qian Anne.

I couldn't help but cry out in my heart: My vixen, where are you?

My feet were numb, and I couldn't help but sit on the bridge naturally, and at first I sat with my back against the bridge.

But after sitting for a while, I didn't want to face the pedestrians like that anymore, because I felt that they were looking at me a little differently, as if they were looking at a monster.

So I slowly turned around and sat on the bridge, looking at the scenery on the other side of the bridge, this angle used to be Qian Annie's favorite, and the scenery was really unique.

At the same time, I didn't have to worry about falling down, because one of my hands was gripping the stone lion on the bridge.

But even if I were going to fall, so what? My favorite vixen, Anne, had taught me how to save myself, and now I couldn't drown in the water.

Sitting on the bridge, I shook my feet and fell into deep thought.

Maybe it's because I miss Qian Anne so much that I think of the scene in her memories in the book for a while, and then I think of the days when she was with me in reality.

And the time when I was with her in my dreams in the past, the various scenes blended together, so I couldn't tell which one was real? Which is illusory again?

Or maybe this qiē is unreal, and I just had this relationship with her in a dream, maybe after waking up from the dream, this qiē will come to naught. So I didn't want to wake up in those scenes.

I don't want to wake up, for myself, it's a kind of attachment to longing.

But in the eyes of others, they think my mind is not clear.

The pedestrians crossing the bridge saw me like this and came to call me, but I ignored them (them), so many people simply left me and avoided me.

Some people even started pointing fingers at me, and I don't know which kind person dialed 110 for me, and I was still at a loss when I was woken up by the police uncle.

The policeman's uncle saluted me and told me to turn my body back, and at the same time did not forget to show me my ID card.

I was stunned for a moment, then I took out my ID card and gave it to them, and I just came out of my memories and I had no idea why they were looking at my ID card.

I can't help but remember that a classmate once cut his hair very sloppy, and several of us went to the train station to pick up people together, but everyone was fine, but he was the only one who was stopped by the police.

The police asked him to show his ID and let him go when he saw that there was no problem.

We countered it afterwards and it turned out that it was certain that the hairstyle had hurt him. Could it be that my hairstyle today also caused me to suffer the same thing as him?

But just now in the car, I took a picture of myself and thought I was okay? I really don't understand.

The policeman's uncle looked at my ID, looked at me again, asked me a few questions, and returned my ID.

Before leaving, they didn't forget to tell me: don't sit on the bridge, it's very unsafe and easy to misunderstand.

Then I understood why they asked me to show my ID, because they thought I was a sane person.

Oh my God, this drives me crazy. (To be continued.) )