Zhuo Yang didn't expect Greenwich to have such a quiet place, the garden under the mountain was so empty, and the road up the mountain was like a path. It's just that Sun Yumei called it a mountain, but Zhuo Yang thought that it was a first-order soil slope at best.

The town of Greenwich in Greater London is supposed to be a bustling tourist destination, perhaps because it is not a weekend, or perhaps because of today's wet winter rains, the upper reaches of the town are sparsely populated, and the streets seem quite deserted. For the British, sunshine is always a luxury.

Today and tomorrow are the only two days that Zhuo Yang has free control in the entire winter break, and the day after tomorrow, Madiburg will refocus and start preparing for the second half of the season, because of the World Cup, the schedule is earlier than usual. These two days were also the two days that Zhuo Yang was most looking forward to during the winter break, because he had already planned to come to London to find Sun Yumei, looking for the girl he had known sixteen years ago.

He's coming to tell Yumei that he loves her.

Leaving the flowery Laken Palace, bidding farewell to the reluctant little Midel, leaving the shadowy Charaki, Zhuo Yang couldn't wait to come to London, with full of longing, with a desire for love, like a deer looking for spring, Zhuo Yang flew over with joy.

The old Royal Naval College was a pristine one, with a few stubborn vines sticking out from under its thick white bricks, and some wild grass at the base of the slate walls, which easily emerged from the cracks in the slates, and it might take only one spring for them to conquer the whole area. Winter goes to spring, and the cycle repeats, just like human ambition, which is always spreading.

The courtyard walls, which were originally painted milky white, have peeled off and become mottled, making them even more desolate and desolate on this cold and rainy day.

Yumei's home is in Greenwich, which is famous for its meridian line passing through the hillside here. It is also because of the existence of this line that some people say that Greenwich is the starting point of time. However, time is born in chaos, and for Zhuo Yang, it has no beginning and no end, where does it begin?

Perhaps, it can be the starting point of love.

Zhuo Yang didn't inform Yumei in advance when he came, he wanted to surprise her. He liked her, and he believed that she must like him too. Sure enough, Yumei suddenly heard Zhuo Yang tell her that she was in Greenwich, so she screamed and cheered and pounced like a lark. Zhuo Yang held a large transparent umbrella in his hand, and he and she stood staring at each other in the rain.

When he walked out of Heathrow Airport, Zhuo Yang bought this umbrella in a small supermarket, and at that time he thought that British department stores were really expensive, but when he found out that the umbrella came from China, he felt that it was not so expensive.

Yumei's face as white as a beautiful jade is stained with a trace of red clouds, the black hair like a crow's wing is curled behind her head, her skin is whiter than snow, her willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, she tilts her head slightly, a pair of water-cut eyes are clear and soft, revealing refreshing purity, Zhuo Yang can't help but feel moved when she looks at it.

Zhuo Yang and Yu Mei walked up the steps along the hillside of the park, the rainy day is always accompanied by love, he and her walked together in the rain, Zhuo Yang took her hand, and gradually interlocked his fingers. In the slightest rain, he and she walked very slowly.

Yumei and him recalled the interesting events of their childhood, and recalled the trivial but always hidden tidbits in their childhood. And he said, and she listened, and she said, and he listened.

Yumei told him that two years ago, she recognized this 'bad' tablemate from the newspaper at a glance, but when they met again, they found that Zhuo Yang had forgotten her completely, and how disappointed she was at that time.

Walking into the rain-filled poplar forest, Zhuo Yang felt like he had walked into a dream, the woods were quiet, so quiet that he could hear the rustle under his feet, and even so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat.

At the top of the hill is the old observatory, scattered with sky-watching instruments that seem to be recorders of time. At the foot of the hill is Charlton Club's Valley Course, and on the other side of the hill, a few kilometres away, the Ferris wheel rises high on the banks of the River Thames, which they call the London Eye, but Zhuo Yang thinks it should be called the London Trap.

Stepping on the top of the mountain, Yumei said less, and from time to time she unscrewed the cap of the drink in her hand, taking a sip for a while, and taking another sip for a while. Sometimes people drink water not because they are thirsty, and Yumei needs an action to calm her mood at this time, even if she knows that it is not possible.

As soon as they met just now, Yu Mei saw tenderness and heat in his eyes, and she saw the words in Zhuo Yang's eyes, although Yu Mei didn't know what they were, but it made her nervous.

In that famous small square, Zhuo Yang and Yumei finally stopped, but the rain appeared thicker, and the top of the umbrella rolled down like tears. He and she looked at each other in the rain again, this is the beginning of time, the waiting of time.

He looked at Yumei's eyes and was reluctant to look away. She looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes and couldn't bear to look away.

"Yumei, I like you, very, very much. I want to be with you, Yumei, I love you! The words that had never been said to Xiaoqing back then were so natural at this moment, as if everything had fallen into place.

Yumei's eyes turned red, and the way she looked at him began to become flustered and guilty, as well as a hint of sadness. Suddenly, Yumei stood on tiptoe, hooked Zhuo Yang's neck with both hands, and kissed him fiercely.

In an instant, Zhuo Yang was surrounded by great tenderness and happiness.

This kiss was passionate and intense, as if it had been eternal, and Yumei seemed to be about to kiss Zhuo Yang into the depths of her soul. Time has no beginning, and it is not the beginning of love. Just when Zhuo Yang was about to completely fall into this kiss, just as he was hugging the girl and trying to freeze this moment forever, suddenly, her kiss left him, and left as quickly as when she came just now.

"Zhuo Yang......, I'm sorry!" Yumei's tears flowed down her fair cheeks, intertwined with the messy drizzle.

"What?"

"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry. It's all my fault, I shouldn't let you misunderstand, I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, please forgive me. She cried, cried.

"......" Zhuo Yang's brain went blank.

"I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, please don't blame me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm ...... Yes...... Wife. "Lovers, lovers, Lover, lovers.

"What? What do you say, Yumei. I don't really understand. ”

"I have a lover, I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have misunderstood you, I'm sorry."

“…… Why, never...... Haven't heard of you yet? You never mentioned it to me. ”

How could this be the case, Zhuo Yang was hit by a sudden accident, his thinking was all disordered, he didn't understand what was going on at all, he only felt that the world was spinning at this moment. The umbrella was like a kite struggling powerlessly in the freezing winter rain, the rain wet the ends of his hair and scarf, wet her eyelashes and nose, and the rain gathered in the crevices of the bricks under their feet.

At this time, Zhuo Yang found out that he and Sun Yumei happened to be standing on the meridian primitive, he was here, and Yumei was over there. Zhuo Yang is in the Eastern Hemisphere, she is in the Western Hemisphere, and this line separates them at opposite ends of the world.

"I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang. I should have told you, my love, ...... Corsie. ”