The small noodle restaurant, just the two of them, is very quiet.

"Is it delicious?" He asked, the front was empty, but his eyes were imprinted with her reflection.

"Hmm!" She said, her long black hair pouring down, hiding all her expressions, making it impossible to see her clearly.

She is still fifteen or sixteen years old, with long hair and a shawl, wearing Nanhua's school uniform, holding chopsticks in her slender hands, and eating noodles with her head down.

He just looked at her with a faint doting smile.

He liked the way she looked in her school uniform, she was beautiful, she had never changed for so many years, she was put on hold in the years of her youth and pressed the pause button, while he grew up unconsciously, obviously still young, but full of gray hair.

He remembered that that winter, after they finished eating noodles, he wrote at the top of this wall: Nangong Xuanmu, Gu Yanran, and the heart shape in the middle was forcibly pulled away by her who was killed before he had time to paint it.

Seven years ago, on September 2, he came to see her and remembered this small noodle shop, so he came here and found that the heart on the wall had been filled.

Who could it be?

Who else but her?

He ran out like crazy, and vaguely saw her figure, but it was ten minutes after class, and in an instant, she disappeared into the vast sea of people, and no matter how he looked for her, he couldn't find her.

He left her behind, and stood there in a daze, people came and went, everyone had their own direction and goal, but he lost his home.

He was not mistaken, he did see his girl, although it was only a back, but he was very sure that it must be her. But no one believed it.

Oh, yes! They always suspected that he was sick, and even if he did see her, no one would believe him.

Ironically, even he himself was skeptical.

At that time, his attending doctor often told him that he had to accept Yanran's death in order for his condition to improve and relieve his pain.

It's like, you have to admit that you are sick before you can get better.

Long-term psychotherapy makes Genki desperate, and he refuses any food. At that time, he took more medicine and injections than he ate food and drank water. He refused to communicate, refused to sleep.

In this way, he was in a state of confusion, sleepless, silent, and foodless. Like a living dead.

In just a few months. His hair turned white. At 180, he lost weight to less than 45 kilograms, and he thought that if he continued like this, he might die!

Although he never wanted to end his life in this way. But I had to face this situation.

Xuanmu's condition was severe, but he refused treatment.

The psychiatric team offered to give him hypnotherapy, and they had to find out why Xuanmu was in such pain, and if he refused to communicate with them, then he might have to steal his dreams in this way.

So, in the dream, he told them the cause of their death......

If he was sober, he would never have admitted it in person that he killed Yanran.

He personally sent his most beloved girl into another man's room.

His girl, so beautiful and pure, was violently assaulted by 888 people, only a door away, he turned away, but pushed her into a hell from which she could never recover.

He ruined her with his own hands!

This qiē is all caused by him, in the face of friendship and love, he greedily wants to get both, but in the end loses everything.

Yan Ran once reminded him to choose between her and Xia Mo, but he completely ignored it, blindly complaining that she was too calculating, and repeatedly emphasized that Xia Mo was just his sister.

But...... But he knew, knew that Xia Mo liked him, not between brothers and sisters, but between men and women, but he pretended not to care, it was nothing more than unwilling to face complex emotions, let alone how to face Xia Mo and Yunhai, so he kept deceiving himself and pretending that nothing had happened.

He childishly thought that as long as he pretended not to know, they would be able to maintain this intimate relationship forever, but he directly led to Yanran being humiliated and dying tragically.

He could obviously stop this, he clearly knew Xia Mo's character, and he clearly understood her insidiousness and violence, but he put Yanran next to the most dangerous person.

He obviously has so many resources in his hands, and he obviously has enough ability to protect his girls, but he is played around by them like a fool.

He entered the full set set set up by Xia Mo completely ignorantly, mistakenly thinking that Xia Mo and Yan Ran were like sisters, and even ridiculously asked Xia Mo to take care of Yan Ran, let Yun Hai take care of the relevant matters of the student union, and let Yan Ran avoid external interference.

After all, it was he who was too naïve and incompetent, and relied on Yunhai and Xia Mo too much to never doubt them.

He never thought that Xia Mo would betray him and use such dirty methods to treat Yan Ran.

Unexpectedly, Yun Hai would help Xia Mo hide his crime first when he learned about all this.

The reason why there was only half of the mutilated photo that day was because someone had taken care of Yanran's bedroom in advance, and the reason why it took him three days to find the person who had defiled Yanran was because someone deliberately protected that person.

He didn't expect that behind Yanran's tragic death were the two people he trusted the most in this world, Xia Mo and Yunhai.

One hatched the conspiracy and designed everyone to get involved.

After learning the truth, one actually took advantage of his serious illness and dying to collect all the traces, shield Xia Mo, and conceal the true cause of Yanran's death.

And he didn't know anything about it, and he was stupid at the mercy of others.

It was he who failed to protect her.

It was he who pushed her into hell and killed her.

It was he who destroyed their beautiful oaths.

In the dream, he wept bitterly, his whole body convulsed, and he fainted at one point.

Surgery on the soul is risky, uncovering a scar that can kill a person, removing the hidden tumor inside, and if it is a qiē smooth lì, it can be successfully liberated.

However, if you are not careful, if you puncture the tumor, the toxin will instantly invade the bone marrow, and the situation will only get worse.

The effect of hypnosis was good at first, at least he was no longer suddenly hysterical. The dream gradually disappeared, and the doctor said that this might be a good start.

But in fact, this situation did not last long.

He hallucinates and is even able to see Yanran.

Wearing a Nanhua school uniform, long hair up to the waist, and a pair of black leather shoes, but she can never see her face clearly.

He could even talk and communicate with her, even though he knew very well in his mind that Yanran was dead, and the person beside him was nothing more than an illusion. But even if it's self-deception. It's good to be with her, too.

The autumn breeze in September was cool and pleasant, and the rain had just ended, and the air smelled wet.

Eat a bowl of noodles. They came out of the snack bar. Walking one after the other. This path is all too familiar to him.

It was here many years ago that he held her hand for the first time. The first time I kissed her on the cheek, and it was also the first time...... Quarrel with her.

"Remember?" He asked her.

"Hmmm! Remember! She walked ahead of him, the breeze caressing, the corners of her skirt fluttering in the wind.

They would often talk like this without a word, and she had always been well-behaved, except occasionally when she was a little mischievous and didn't show up for months.

When he misses her too much, he will stop taking the medicine, and he knows that as long as he stops the medicine, he will see her.

Why did they quarrel at that time?

Oh~ It seems that it is for a boy named Wang Yu, Yanran's classmate in the town middle school, he is jealous, the two of them do not hide it, they annoy each other, and they are angry in the cold wind.

Now that I think about it, they were a bit naïve back then.

But it is also that innocence and naivety that has become a good time in memory.

"Do you want to go back?" He asked.

His questions always sound like they don't end there, but "she" can understand the meaning of his words every time, which may be the benefit of hallucinations.

She was his imagination, how could she not know what he was thinking.

"Hmmm! It's time to go back! She said, still in a flat tone, never looking back at him.

Oh, yes! It's been eight years!

Maybe it's time to go back, where all dreams and beauty arose and ruined.

As he drove, she sat beside him, leaning her head against the window and watching the blue-tiled and white-walled town fade into the colorful autumn landscape.

"Will be back!" He said it seemed to be comforting, and it seemed to be some kind of self-talk.

She was silent, looking at the qiē flashing outside the window, and the silhouette was lonely.

The town gradually faded out of view, ushered in the bustling city, and then drove to the remote suburbs, passing by a field of crops, the breeze was rippling, it was the harvest season, and the wheat fields were particularly dazzling.

On the road around the mountain, the car drove towards the deep mountain forest under the light wave of the trees, and finally at the end of the mountain, the huge European-style buildings showed that their destination had been reached.

South China High School.

Eight years later, they are finally back here again.

Jessie made a spot in advance, the security guard confirmed the license plate number, and the closed gate was opened.

Once, his most hated enemy in this world was here, but he didn't expect that stepping on this familiar asphalt road again would be like going back in time, with a kind of illusion like a dream.

They walked like that, one after the other, keeping a proper distance, just as he would keep that distance every time he had practiced years ago, he would send her back to her bedroom.

They were only sixteen or seventeen years old that year, and it was the best years of their lives, but the autumn wind in September was too cold, and the leaves were withered and yellow, and they fell one after another, and there was a sense of sadness and melancholy.

She walked in front of him, her long black hair reaching to her waist, and a gust of wind blew, carrying a faint fragrance, which was a smell that belonged only to her.

"Where have you been? Why did you come back? She asked, her voice soft and rebukeful.

"I went to a lot of places, Canada, Brazil, England and later Norway...... Eventually, though, I came back. ”

"Oh!" She said lightly, the corners of the skirt of the school uniform rippling gently.

In fact, this Yan'er beside him has always been by his side, but there is also a Yan'er here, who has been shelved on this campus forever, and her soul has nowhere to return and drifts in the wind.

"How have you been doing all these years?" She asked, still with her back to him, walking in front of him, keeping an appropriate distance.

"Hmmm! Very good! "It was like going back to the seventeen-year-old, with a white shirt, a black school uniform, and a short cut of hair.

He remembered that she liked to touch his head at the time, saying that it felt like a little hedgehog, and that this qiē seemed to be like it had just happened.

PS: Ask for pink tickets, recommend tickets, ask for various tickets~

(To be continued......)