Xie Lulin leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes lightly, the door was gently pushed open, he knew who it was, but he didn't say anything and didn't open his eyes.

It was his girlfriend, Lin Lan walked in.

She cautiously walked over and put the teacup on the table, she stood behind him and did not leave, and only after a while did she speak, "Let's have some tea"

Look, even her last name is the same.

The voice is also a little similar, Xie Lulin couldn't believe that there were such similar people in the world when he first saw her, but in fact, Lin Lan and Lin Shuang were completely two people.

They are completely different.

It's that he misses it so much that even the arc of a strange woman's smile like her has been magnified countless times by him, and Lin Lan is indeed a little similar to Lin Shuang sometimes.

Since it looks similar, it should be able to replace it.

"Put it down" Xie Lulin had tried his best to restrain it, but his voice was still cold, maybe he was really not alone, all his tenderness was put on that person's body, and he couldn't squeeze out a single bit for others to share.

He opened his eyes and saw Lin Lan.

Then he froze, and then his pupils contracted and dilated.

He pointed at the red dress on Lin Lan's body like a madman and yelled at her angrily, "Take off this skirt!" Don't wear red in the future! ”

The poor woman's eyes turned red all of a sudden, but she didn't say a word, and silently turned around and walked out of the bedroom, but Xie Lulin knew that she had secretly wiped the corners of her eyes.

At this time, he realized that it was not okay to be alike, she was not something that anyone could replace if they wanted to, and no matter how similar it was, it was just like.

None of them would be her.

Lin Shuang is a tree that grows in his heart. He's afraid he'll never be able to pull it out in his life.

He will lose control only because Lin Lan and Lin Shuang wore the same skirt back then, strictly speaking, it is not the same, just a color.

He remembered very well that it was Lin Shuang's birthday, and her mother had a birthday celebration for her, and there were not many people, but he was glad that he was there.

Lin Shuang was sixteen years old that year.

At the age of flowers, if others were others, he might think that flowers were just metaphors, but the moment she went downstairs, Xie Lulin really knew that it was not a metaphor.

It's true.

The weather that day was very good, and Lin Shuang's face was also very good. White and red are good.

Lin Shuang rarely wears red clothes. But that day she wore a bright red dress, and her hair, which had always been tied up, was casually draped and wore a beautiful bow, and her exposed arm was white and delicate.

She glanced down, and it seemed to be watery.

Xie Lulin thought about it, he was afraid that he had fallen in love with that bright and moving and quiet girl since that time.

He was indeed stunned.

She shuddered with every step she took, and her bright red dress fluttered. Her whole person is like a red rose blooming just right.

A smile and a smile can hook people's souls.

At least Xie Lulin's soul was hooked away. He looked straight at her, forgetting to blink and looking embarrassed. Until she stepped down and stood beside him.

She was a little embarrassed, blushing and whispering to him, "Hey." Am I particularly ugly? ”

Xie Lulin was still stunned but subconsciously shook his head, "It's beautiful"

It's like flowers.

Lin Shuang was relieved when she heard Xie Lulin's answer, she laughed, but only the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, a shallow arc.

It's no longer the unscrupulous laughter I had when I was a kid.

He suddenly found that Lin Shuang didn't know when she started laughing less loudly and didn't like to talk much, maybe she had grown up and become a lady.

But he doesn't seem to have changed.

After that day, Lin Shuang still didn't wear red clothes much, but her bright and moving appearance was deeply reflected in his mind, and no matter how long the time was, it couldn't be eliminated.

Since then, all the girls in the red dress have been her face.

Xie Lulin looked at the closed door and chuckled, he remembered that Lin Lan had asked him why he liked it so much why he didn't tell her, why didn't he try to fight for it.

What did he fight for?

What could he tell her? Tell her that he has always had impure thoughts about her when he grew up with her and was treated as a good friend by her?

He didn't dare at that time.

Now he didn't dare even more.

He knew that the fact that 29-year-old Xie Lulin still had Lin Shuang in his heart was a secret that could not be said, a secret that could only be remembered alone in the middle of the night.

What's the saying? The departure of the leaves is the pursuit of the wind or the non-retention of the tree.

The departure of the leaves is not the pursuit of the wind, nor the non-retention of the tree, but the non-stay of time.

He and her don't exist at all, who leaves and who stays, but time does not allow him to stay with her a little longer.

Xie Lulin glanced back at the door, Lin Lan had already left, she was always like this, very quiet and didn't talk much, very similar to Lin Shuang.

She also knew that she was just a shadow of someone, and at the beginning she asked him why he wanted to be nice to her, Xie Lulin did not shy away at all, and told her honestly because she was like a person.

Lin Lan knew but didn't leave, but then she didn't ask anymore and was even more silent.

Xie Lulin sneered and walked over and closed the window, there was wind outside, which blinded him.

It was a little dark, and dark clouds were coming, and it seemed to be raining.

Xie Lulin squinted his eyes and stood in front of the window for a while, he knew it from the time Lin Shuang hung the post of looking for someone, and he knew that their fate was inevitable.

Because he was there at night on that dark night when it was raining, it was not a coincidence that he just wanted to go and give her an umbrella, and at that time he did not realize what his excessive concern meant.

It was dark and the air was wet, and when he stood in the rain with an umbrella in his hand, his eyes lit up and he was about to walk towards her in a hurry.

But it didn't have time.

He only saw a very tall figure rushing over, and without saying a word, he directly stuffed the black umbrella into Lin Shuang's hand, and then rushed into the night.

He didn't see what the man looked like.

But looking at his distant back, he suddenly panicked for no reason, and then his steps stopped, and he stood in place, watching her hold the black umbrella and go farther and farther.

At that time, everything was very simple, he didn't know that person was Shen Muhan, and he didn't know what kind of mood he was in, he just thought he was a little lost.

After all, it was a trip in vain.

Later, he often remembered that night, very dark night, she stood in the canopy, he stood outside, but they seemed to be separated by a whole galaxy.

If they hadn't met that day, if it was him who gave her an umbrella, would she still like Shen Muhan, would he still have a little chance.

Every time he thought about it, he interrupted his thoughts in a hurry.

He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Because he knows the answer, it's certain that she likes Shen Muhan, just like she won't like him.

Even if they pass by that night, they will always meet in the future, and even if he doesn't give her the black umbrella, she will still like him for various reasons.

Maybe that's feelings.

Even if you trek through mountains and rivers, go over mountains and mountains, that person will always appear, and time can't stop the distance. As soon as he appeared, he was a foil to the whole world.

It's their fate, and it's his fate. (To be continued.) )