After leaving the apartment, Lin Shiyu went to No. 1 Boulevard again.

After a brief encounter with Du Ruoxing, he hurried back to Qingquan Villa without eating.

The setting sun converges with its last rays of light, and the night lengthens with the stars.

When Pei Zhan came back, Lin Shiyu was sitting on the swing in the garden and listening to music leisurely with headphones, the bright crystal street lamp light was softly sprinkled on her body, as if covered with a layer of tulle, and the breeze occasionally blew through, lifting her soft black hair like a shiny pure black satin in the air silently.

From a distance, it looks like a dreamlike picture of a famous artist.

"What song do you listen to, so fascinating?" Before he knew it, he had walked up to her.

Lin Shiyu's attention was still in the music, and he just subconsciously replied: "weareone" The weather in August is faint, and the taste of memories is quietly brought out by the melodious music, there is a little lingering sweetness, but it is still full of bitterness that has nowhere to hide.

Weareone - We are one! I didn't expect that even if a person has no memory, he still remembers his favorite song, is this considered God's mercy? Pei Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are there only Weareone and DyingInTheSun in your song list?" ”

Lin Shiyu's hand brushing her hair stiffened slightly, as if she had only come back to her senses at this time.

Although the distance between the two was not far, Pei Zhan's face was hidden in the dark, with his back to the light source, so she couldn't see his expression clearly at all.

Unable to guess the meaning of his words, Lin Shiyu chose to remain silent.

Pei Zhan didn't dwell on this topic, as if he really just asked casually.

The boundless darkness made the starry light in his eyes, "Tomorrow is a good day." He said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"I said tomorrow was a good day, what do you think?"

A faint look of astonishment appeared on her face, so much so that she forgot to answer him immediately.

Pei Zhan's expression did not change, but the depths of those black eyes had slowly condensed a higher and unfathomable light.

She seemed frightened and immediately nodded: "Oh yes, it's a good day......

Pei Zhan hooked his lips and smiled, leaned over to her ear, and his hot breath brushed her cheeks: "Since you also think it's a good day, and you didn't choose to pay me back with Xiao Zhongkai's double ransom today, then you gave up the only chance to leave me." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed a strand of her hair, turned his head sideways, his warm lips lightly imprinted the corners of her lips, and his voice was seductive: "I don't want to wait any longer, the engagement doesn't have to be so complicated, just tomorrow." ”

"Engagement is based on love, do you love me?" She lowered her head and smiled, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

Pei Zhan didn't speak, and the corners of his thin lips were gently tightened unconsciously.

Under the night of the stars, it seems to be near and far away, the wind is blowing, and the thoughts are slightly lifted like hair.

Things that are too beautiful are never suitable for experience, because once they are experienced, they cannot be forgotten

Love, or no.

He didn't want to ask himself.

He was silent for a long time, so long that she had to look up.

The eye-catching eyes rippled through the shallow water waves, there was a kind of moving haze, as if so many years of parting had never existed, she finally stood in front of him again, it was time that finally brought the two so close, but it was also time that had already pulled the two into two sides of the sky and the sea, and when he turned back in more than 3,600 such silent nights, he never saw her face clearly, and there was not even a shadow to be missed.

She looked down at her watch, "In five minutes I'll be taking my pills." ”

He slowly loosened her hair, and his emotions had recovered, "If you are sick, don't overuse your brain." The tone was as light as usual, and it was impossible to tell whether he was suggesting or sarcastic.

She smiled and walked past him, and walked as fast as she could, feeling tired in the night, and for the first time the thought of abandoning her hard-earned responsibilities crossed her mind.

The fingertips of the figure in the garden, who were still separate, were inadvertently raised to the tip of his nose, and the faint fragrance was almost unpleasant, as if her lukewarm attitude towards him seemed vaguely something, but it was elusive, because she retreated faster than he guessed.

It's just that this is the last time.

Looking up at the night sky, for a long time, a startlingly cold smile appeared on his lips.

Ten years, ten whole years, he prepared a big urn for her, big enough - enough for her to never be born in this life.