At the beginning of the day, the sea is lit up with orange and yellow lights.

As before, after intense and high-intensity training, everything will calm down when you go to the beach.

Wen Ci quietly looked at the horizon in the distance, 7 years had passed since that beautiful fairy tale time, and the inhabitants of Atlantis seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the sea surface gently lapped and foamed, and they rushed to the beach, but turned back a few centimeters away from Wen Ci.

"Why are you here?" Qi Siming walked over from behind and stood beside Wen Ci, he looked at the moon hanging in the sky from a distance, it was getting fuller and fuller day by day, and it was still a waning moon.

"I'm tired, come out and blow the wind." Wen Ci didn't look back, her hands were in the pockets of her trench coat, her back was straight, and the wind lifted her hair and moved.

"Xiao Ci," Qi Siming looked at her, "Are you afraid?" ”

The night gave people all the courage and removed everyone's shield, Qi Siming heard a long sigh from Wen Ci, "I'm afraid." ”

No matter how you say it, it's a nightmare that has abused yourself thousands of times, and this question is like asking a person who has a blue nose and swollen face who has to be beaten every time he goes to the boxing ring to fight again.

If it were ordinary entertainment, the boxer would definitely reply: "No fights." ”

But what if the boxer was going to count on a hefty prize money to treat his mother, who was lying in a hospital bed and struggling to survive without medical expenses? What if this bonus gave his poor family a respite?

He would only reply: "Hit." ”

Afraid? I'm definitely afraid, but can I fight or not? Must fight.

"You're always like this, you're under so much psychological pressure, why don't you say it." Qi Siming put his hand on her shoulder and sighed.

"Since childhood, the teacher has taught us that it is difficult to support us alone, how come you have forgotten the truth you knew in elementary school now?

You are not playing a single-player game, your teammates around you are your most powerful shield, Wei Linxin can never compare to you is that he is playing alone, you are a group of people, a team, two teams.

It's not like it was a few years ago, and we can all carry these things together, and besides, is there a worse time than it used to be? ”

Qi Siming patted her: "Calm down yourself." ”

Wen Ci listened to Qi Siming's voice leaving, and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of hands were hugged by his waist, and Wen Ci was startled, but he heard a familiar soft call in his ear.

"Excuse me."

It's Lin Ming.

"Hmm." Wen Ci answered, raising his hand and rubbing the soft roots of his hair.

It seems that he, a senior man, also knew about it, and probably came to comfort himself, Wen Ci waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for a word.

Lin Ming hugged himself, and his warm breath hit his ears, as if he was asleep.

"You ......"

"It's very windy at night on the beach, why do you wear such a single outfit?" As soon as Wen Ci said a word, Lin Ming suddenly spoke.

"It's not cold, it's fine." She choked and forgot what she wanted to say.

"I'll help you." He said something meaninglessly, loosened the hand around her waist, fastened the button on her, and at the end, he said, "I'll help you." ”

Wen Ci understood, he was talking about helping her restrain Wei Linxin.

Lin Ming's strength is a little incomprehensible to herself, if he can fight more beautifully than Wei Linxin, she believes it.

"I've got to get over this." Wen Ci smiled.

Lin Ming hummed lowly, and he didn't know if he heard it.

"Don't worry, my heart is not so bad." Wen Ci now looked disgusting retching when he heard the news, and he was not the same as himself, and he said it with great certainty.

Lin Ming nodded sullenly, stubbornly holding her and not letting go.

"Okay, don't blow the wind here, let's go back?"

She took his hand, and the two of them walked on the beach, the lights came on, and Lin Ming's eyes shining at her were full of persistence.

Dad, Mom, you look at the girl I like, your heart is open, your eyes are clear, you are excellent and independent, and you are independent. In the face of sludge, it is still transparent and pure white.

We are all people who belong to the heart, to the soul, to the night, and only after the night has passed will we have a better morning.

She would, and so would I.