"Hmm" Wei Yan whispered in his throat, the word engagement, still so harsh, penetrating his eardrums, adding another haze to his chaotic thoughts.

In the early summer, he got up and went into the fitting room, and when the curtain was raised, Wei Yan rubbed his temples tiredly, as if all the tiredness in the past five years had gathered today, which made him powerless.

After trying on the dress, they had dinner together, and when they returned home in early summer, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, in front of a unit in the community, after the two lights went out, early summer unfastened the seat belt.

"Rest early in the evening," Wei Yan admonished.

"Hmm" was possessed in early summer, and a kiss fell on Wei Yan's side face, and then he reluctantly said "good night" and got out of the car.

Seeing her leave, Wei Yan leaned lightly on the chair behind her, her eyes gradually shifted to the locker in front of the co-pilot, and after opening it, she took out the black box inside, and after opening it, she became obsessed with the four-leaf clover necklace.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed, everything has changed dramatically, only the same is the dazzling color, and the memory locked in this chain has not changed at all, but has become clearer and clearer over time, midnight dreams, rippling in the ears is the desperate voice, sad eyes.

Wei Yan closed the box and put it back in the locker, repeating the same action every day, tirelessly for five years.

There was still a hazy light in the window of a villa, Shen Li put down the fairy tale book in his hand, tucked the silent quilt, and saw that he was sleeping soundly, Shen Li was always very pleased, couldn't help but kiss his smooth face, turned off the lamp at the head of the bed, and tiptoed out of the room.

In the living room, Mu Fan was still looking at the newspaper in his hand, Shen Li came downstairs and walked towards him.

"You should rest early," Shen Li said with concern as he sat beside him.

Mu Fan smiled at her, put down the newspaper in his hand, and took her in his arms, Shen Li naturally leaned his head on his shoulder, and gradually, his face tightened a little, his eyes became deep, and he asked with a sigh

"Mu Fan, I don't know if Lu Dao's choice this time is right?" Shen Li's tone became melancholy, and his heavy thoughts rolled down overwhelmingly.

Mu Fan kissed her hair and said with relief, "Don't think about it so much, since you're back, don't think about it if you're unhappy."

This sentence is like a warm current, flowing through her heart, and she feels "Xie Lu, thank you Mu Fan, Xie Lu, thank you for being by my side all these years" Although she took him as her own safe haven, she never heard it buried in the back of her shoulders, gentle and impeccable.

"Well, you too" After speaking, Shen Li straightened up and walked towards the stairs.

At the moment when her figure disappeared, a touch of sorrow faded between Mu Fan's eyebrows, and worry also followed, coming back so soon was far from his expectation, five years, it seemed that it was just a snap of his fingers.

In the futon, Shen Li tossed and turned, sleepless, closed her eyes and opened them again in an instant, and sat up with a burst of irritability, holding the quilt and wrapping herself tightly, her heart seemed to be back to five years ago, anxious, but it has been five years, hasn't it? What else was there to be so upset about her?

In the studio, Shen Li sat in front of the drawing board and painted the oil painting in his hand with a focused expression, every stroke, every color, he didn't dare to be careless.

A sweet call came from behind "Mommy".

Shen Li put down the paintbrush in his hand and silently rushed towards her arms, and before he could get close, Shen Li pushed him aside because she had ink on her.