The night in the mountains and the night in the city are two worlds, and it's like a paradise.

Rong Zhen walked out of the club arranged by the Chamber of Commerce, a round of crescent moon hung in the sky, Rong Zhen was surprised when he raised his eyes, the moon?

Oh, it seems that the sky in the capital is still very clear.

Walking out along the clubhouse, spring, spring, begonias, peonies, the moon season, a hundred flowers blooming, in this hundred flower continent, there are no strange flowers and plants from all over the world.

Rong Zhen's well-defined hand gently wiped the wings of his nose, the fragrance was fragrant, not too unpleasant, but the smell was too strong, could it be that there was still nightshade in this garden? Nightshade is a sun-loving plant in the south, and in this cold spring season, is there one in the capital?

There is a light and ethereal singing voice, which is gentle and low, and it is very easy to be blown away by the wind if you don't listen carefully.

"There's music at night?" Rong Zhen is in a good mood, in this regard, the management of this garden is very thoughtful, there are indeed one or two people who go out for a walk at night, and the quiet mountains need to be accompanied by a little soft and comfortable music.

Rong Zhen walked forward, his voice becoming clearer and clearer, Rong Zhen stood out of the arc-shaped archway, looking up at the woman flying in the flower field.

When－I－was－just－a－little－girl。

I－asked－my－mother，What－will－I－be？

Will－I－be－pretty？ Will－I－be－rich？

Here's－what－she－said－to－me。

Que－sera，sera。

Whatever－will－be，will－be。

The－future's－not－ours－to－see……

In the lush lavender field, a girl in a light-colored dress and a white hat walked in the flower field, sometimes jumping, sometimes walking, her posture was flexible, her voice was smart and tactful, and her voice was very soft and soft, as if telling a moving legend, and also like saying hello to everything in the world with a singing voice.

She was the spirit of the night, she stepped on a dance step that was not a dance step, walking briskly and spinning. So light singing cheerful nursery rhymes, so pure happiness.

Rong Zhen felt that he had gone to the wrong place for a moment, like Alice who had strayed into a fairyland, confused, surprised, hesitant and doubtful, but he really wanted to come forward to see what was going on.

He approached step by step, his clear voice gently echoing her singing, approaching very carefully, not daring to make too much movement, like approaching a butterfly flapping its wings, afraid that if one was not careful, she would fly away.

When－I-grew-up-and-fell-in-love.

I－asked-my-sweetheart-what-lies-ahead.

Will－we－have－rainbows－day－after－day.

Here's－what－my－sweetheart－said……

Rong Zhen stood in front of Seventeen, and Seventeen stopped, looking at the man who suddenly appeared, a strange man who was not ugly. She tilted her head and looked at him without hesitation, and after a long time, he stopped and looked down at her feet.

"You're not wearing shoes, aren't you cold?" Rong Zhen asked.

Seventeen shook his head, "Brother, you're finally here, are you here to pick me up?" ”

Rong Zhen looked at Seventeen, and surprise and inexplicability flashed in his clear eyes. Her hand grabbed his cuff, "Brother......"

"My name is Rong Zhen." Rong Zhen's hand was raised for a moment, wanting to shake her hand, but it felt abrupt and put it down.

"Honorable?" Seventeen was asking him, and he was asking himself, is this the name? The one who wants to wait and the one who doesn't want to wait, isn't it this person?

"Why are you singing here? Don't you take a break? Rong Zhen asked in a low voice.

"I want friends, they are my friends......" Seventeen whispered,

Hearing this, Rong Zhen paused for a moment, and probably guessed what the situation of Seventeen was, this is not what a normal person would say, and smiled lightly, "I'll be your friend, I also play the piano and can play the erhu, I think we can get along very well." ”

"Okay."

"Where do you live?" Rong Zhen asked her, this is a resort holy place, she should have followed her family to come on vacation, and at night, she was not afraid that she would be lost?

"In my house of flowers, am I like a flower fairy?"

"You're the flower fairy." Rong Zhen pulled Seventeen back, "I think you're lost, if you don't mind, go to sleep with me, and I'll send you back after dawn, okay?" ”

It's late at night, it's hard to find someone, you can use the radio at dawn, just say where she is, and her family can find her.

"I didn't get lost, my dad came." Seventeen said softly.

Rong Zhen looked back at Seventeen, and she followed him obediently and obediently, which reminded him of his little daughter, who was less than three years old.

"What's your name?"

"Kiki." Seventeen replied softly, "My dad is here, but my brother hasn't come yet, I've been waiting for him to ......"

Rong Zhen asked, "Where did your brother go?" ”

"My brother is gone, he doesn't want me anymore......" Seventeen muttered.

She hadn't spoken for a long time, or rather, she hadn't walked into her world with strangers for a long time, and Rong Zhen's appearance made her world come alive all of a sudden.

Finally, she remembered her father, her brother, and a lot of things about her.

Many memories that have been lost for a long time beckoned to her in the clouds, and she looked at them, strange and familiar.

Rong Zhen had nothing to answer for a while, so it turned out that her brother had an accident, right? So she became like this, she should have been stimulated and unwilling to accept reality, so she kept waiting.

"Poor girl......" Rong Zhen sighed.

Looking at Seventeen's pure and harmless eyes, he remembered his young daughter, whose ex-wife died of hemorrhage during childbirth, and her daughter was born without a mother. He told his daughter that her mother had left and that her mother had not come home, and he told her that she should not be as playful as her mother, and that she must remember to go home, otherwise her father would be left alone......

"Rong Zhen, where are we going?" Seventeen asked softly.

She accepted the new friend, and she secretly told him what was on her mind, and they had a good conversation.

Tang Jinteng followed all the way, not daring to disturb Seventeen, even though the sudden appearance of this young man made him very angry, he still couldn't disturb.

Rong Zhen carried Seventeen back to the room arranged for him by the Chamber of Commerce, and after closing the door, he looked for medicine boxes everywhere.

In clubhouses like this, it is not uncommon for the room to have a medicine box.

After finding the things, Rong Zhen placed the box in front of Seventeen and sat down across from her.

"Believe me?" After seeing her nod, he added, "It will hurt a little." ”

"I'm not afraid."

Rong Zhen smiled, wrung the water with a clean towel, scrubbed her feet, and said with a smile, "If it hurts, you can sing, okay?" ”

"It doesn't hurt."

"......" Rong Zhen paused, smiled and raised his eyes, "It feels like picking up an injured angel and going home, I think, my little angel will like you too." ”

"Where is she?" Seventeen asked suddenly.

"She is in Qingcheng, and she will go to kindergarten in the second half of today, I'm really worried......" Rong Zhen said in a low voice, as soon as the child entered the kindergarten, he knew that he was different from other children.

Rong Zhen sighed, and smiled helplessly, "I can't believe tonight's adventure, maybe I'll wake up tomorrow morning and find that it's just a dream." ”

[Author's digression]: 17 humming songs, you can listen to the first Weibo sharing "whateverwillbewillbe"