I remember you visited. I remember loving it. You're gone, and I'm still fighting outside of time.

It's just that. My dear, do you know that I love you. Love has passed season after season.

- Mo'an

A lifetime -

"Is anyone there?" Gently pushing open the half-hidden wooden fence, the heart beating with tension became strangely calmed when he saw the sunflowers growing in the courtyard facing the sun. This is a two-story English villa, the outer wall of the house is painted cream white, and the creeper grows under the balcony on the second floor, and I can't help but sigh in my heart when I can buy such a house. I didn't see anyone respond for a long time, and I couldn't help but be curious and carefully pushed open the wrought iron door to the living room. Compared with the appearance, the decoration of the living room is much simpler, and the main feeling is white and clean. What kind of man should this be, owning such a villa, planting a courtyard full of sunflowers, and the room is clean and not like a place for people to live, writers are probably like this. Withdrawn and weird.,Secretly tell yourself that you must never be such a person.。

"Who are you?" A deep male voice sounded from behind, stunned and didn't know how to answer. If there was a hole in the ground at this point, she would definitely get into it. "I..." turned around in embarrassment, and before he could speak, he saw the man's body fall straight down, and he fell to the floor with a thud. Oh my God, what's going on. Hurriedly ran over and picked up the man's head, and patted his palm on his cheek, "Wake up, are you okay, wake up." The moment his fingers touched his skin, he felt that his body temperature was abnormal, so hot. With all the strength to prop him up to the bed in the bedroom, rummag through the cabinets to find fever reducers and feed him, and then sit on the carpet panting. I couldn't help but secretly scream in my heart that I was unlucky, but it was such a coincidence that she came and he was sick.

After calming down, he looked at the man lying on the bed seriously, and had to admit that even if he was sick, he didn't know what words to use to describe it. The skin is a little pale because it has not seen sunlight for a long time, the thick black eyebrows, the closed eyes and long eyelashes are like a girl, the nose is high, and the thin lips are slightly pale and dry. Old people say that men with thin lips are mostly ruthless. The men in his pen died one by one for love, and I don't know if he was ruthless or amorous. I wrung an ice towel and put it on his forehead, went to the kitchen to cook some porridge and waited for him to wake up and eat. Thinking that I need his help when I ask him, I feel that I should do these things for granted.

Tested the man's body temperature with the palm of her hand, felt the temperature drop down, and felt a sigh of relief, seeing his sleeping face, she felt a little distressed, she understood that most of the people who had an affair with the words were poor people. People only see beautiful and touching stories, but they don't understand the hard work of the people who write. I can't help but think of the hysterical howl I had in that empty room a few days ago. A few minutes ago, I just hung up the phone with my friends who had been laughing for a long time, and it was clear that nothing had happened, and everything was fine, but I felt sad and cried out loud because I suddenly remembered the plot of the novel. With such emotion, I always feel that I will become crazy one day. Seeing that he didn't show signs of waking up, he walked into the courtyard a little bored, and the late autumn afternoon sun sprinkled on his face warmly, perhaps because the sunflowers in the courtyard hummed softly in a happy mood, "La~ lalala... Ahh

"Who are you?" When she was immersed in her own singing, the cold male voice came into her ears, and when she raised her head, she saw him standing in the sun, with a faint halo around him, and her eyes hurt fiercely when she looked into his pupils, and there was a dazzling light, and she thought that she had never seen a better looking man than him. Everyone has a love of beauty, so she can admit without any scruples that she likes his appearance. And, of course, his writings, which are what she's here for. "I'm Mo'an." Stretched out his hand to help him tighten his coat, although the sun was enough, it was already late autumn after all, and the wind was very cool, seeing him frowning slightly, he avoided her hand and walked into the room by himself. "Mo'an? The trouble that Teacher Yi found for me? The man's voice was not loud, but she could hear it clearly as she followed the man. Yes, to him she was a * annoyance that popped up out of nowhere. He was a well-known writer, and if it weren't for the fact that her teacher had also been his teacher, how could he have easily agreed to teach her, a little-known writer. Hearing the mockery in his tone, she could only endure it silently, who made her love words so much. "Yes. It's me, Mo'an. Even though he answered like this, he was still angry in his heart, just because he was famous, could he look down on others like this?

One autumn and one dream——

He came out of the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee, and without looking at her, he sat on the couch and flipped through the magazine. She told herself to be patient and not to be impatient, but she couldn't hold back her temper and got up and snatched the coffee cup from his hand and drank it in one gulp. "There's porridge in the kitchen, go drink that." Pretending to be calm, he looked at his shocked eyes, and took the magazine in his hand and looked through it carefully. He understood how hot the freshly brewed coffee was, she stubbornly kept silent and quietly endured the pain of her mouth and esophagus, and her friends told her more than once not to be so strong, and no one would know if it hurt. She only laughed and said nothing, what did she want to say, who could she afford those repeated bad moods.

"You live here in the next few days, remember, don't touch my things casually, don't say things to me that have nothing to do with words." After speaking, she walked into the kitchen, and when she heard the sound of rushing water, she had a bad premonition, and hurriedly ran in, and as expected, he dropped a pot of porridge. "You—" She felt like she was going to be stunned by this man, except for his good looks and good writing, he was really not likable at all. By the way, call me Lu Sheng. She watched as he carefully washed the pot with dishwashing liquid over and over again, as if something unclean had been stained on it.

No matter what Lu Sheng's personality is, he is indeed a good writer and teacher, and after reading a short paragraph of text written by her, I found out her biggest fault. "Soulless. Inflexible. Blunt. Seven words fell on her body without any warmth, well, she thought she should get used to his indifference and directness. Haven't you been in a relationship? In the future, you promised that the love that will never be swerved until death is true love? If you are not sad, you have to cry, and if you are happy, you have to laugh. Lu Sheng patted her on the shoulder and motioned for her to come along, he pointed to the sunflowers in the courtyard and asked her, "What words can you think of when you see these flowers?" She looked blankly at his left hand holding his chin, and a tattoo spread from his wrist, covering his entire hand, and she couldn't tell what the pattern was, but she thought it was beautiful. Sunlight? Warm? These? He asked the silent her, laughing as she got the look of approval. What did Mr. Yi teach you? What did you learn from him? ”

"Respect." Mo An's small lips spat out these two words. She still couldn't properly keep herself hidden, and this man always had a way of annoying her. "I've never been in love, and my writing is as soulless and rigid as you say, but I at least know how to respect. Why are you doing this to me, you are sick and fainted, I took a lot of effort to put you on the bed and feed you medicine, I kindly cooked porridge if you don't like it, it doesn't matter, but you don't have to throw it away. My writing is not good, otherwise I wouldn't have come here to learn from you, do you have to be so cynical? Mo An bit his lower lip and tears shook in his eyes, he frowned and heard him say after a long time, "No one asked you to do that." No one asks you to be patient with me. I'm like this, I can't get used to seeing Da Ke leave. How willing do you think I am to endure the strange breath and let you come near me? When Lu Sheng turned around and entered the house, it was dark, a roaring thunder sounded, a gust of wind blew, and sand entered Mo An's eyes, and she was in pain. She squatted down and covered her eyes with her hands, and suddenly felt that her palms were wet and cold, and she whispered to herself: Mo'an, don't cry. Not everyone is as arrogant and difficult to get along with as he is, how did you become so weak. What she wants to defend is that she is not such a crying girl, and since she met him, everything seems to have gone haywire.

Mo An never mentioned to anyone the time she spent with Lu Sheng, and it was a long time before she realized that Lu Sheng's refusal to get along with people was due to his excessive sensitivity and anxiety. She didn't understand how he could become like this, and by the time she figured it out, she already had no regrets.