The girl's voice was soft and distant, but it was crisp and decisive.

The sound is like a yellow warbler, accompanied by the red of the night, diluting the sweetness of summer.

Who is it if it's not Shen Ling?

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Shen Ling squinted slightly, still the same as in his memory.

The corners of her mouth twitched, as if she was smiling, and there was some meaning, "It's the first time I've seen such a scene, in short, it's very different." ”

In Su Yao's past, the feeling that Shen Ling left him was always a little vague, but he couldn't say what went wrong.

Her mood is always faint, and there is no noticeable change in her tone.

So Su Yao only remembers that the years are precious, the years have passed, what they have experienced together, where they have been, and which movies they have watched... But I couldn't remember what kind of expression Shen Ling had at that time, was it sad or happy?

Everything about them is so real, even though it is in the past, it is like yesterday.

But when I think about it now, the memory seems to be joking with him, making everything hazy and plausible.

So when he stood in the night market of Yuzhu City again, went back to the past again, and faced the face that he thought about day and night, making himself toss and turn, he was at a loss.

Did Shen Ling laugh that day?

He didn't know.

She looks good when she laughs.

But I forgot about it.

This girl, who is like a sweet apricot blossom, seems to have been blown away by a gust of wind, and gradually, faded away in her memories.

Even if he tried his best to catch and catch up, he couldn't catch up with the passing of the wind.

It's like waking up from a sweet dream.

Su Yao couldn't even remember the other party's appearance clearly.

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The man who fell into the memory followed the girl's figure, ran into the crowd of the night market, stumbled, recklessly walked forward, in the vast mountains and seas, in the shadow of the floating moon, searching for the light goose yellow corners.

"I didn't expect there to be sugar gourds here. ”

The girl stopped abruptly and turned around, her face covered with a veil.

"Naw. ”

Holding a bamboo skewer with a golden red hawthorn on top of her slender fingers, the girl said, "Here you go." ”

The wind is hot, with a hint of sweetness.

Shen Ling's long hair fluttered, brushing her narrow shoulders.

Behind him is the long street and ancient road, which is brightly lit.

The dwarf historic snack street is hidden in the high-rise buildings of Yishui, like the scenery in the cave, and the flowers in the leaves. Reflecting the light that seems to float from the sky, and the singing of the square that resounds through the streets and alleys, the dream at this moment seems more and more blurry.

Su Yao stretched out her hand, trembling and wanting to turn out the dazzling string of hawthorns.

The red fruit was obviously covered with sugar coating, but in this treacherous moonlight, it looked like Shen Ling's bright red lips on the last day.

Wow.

The moment the fingertips touched, the wind surged.

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The clouds dispersed and the moon was full.

The scene in the memory changed suddenly, torn and closed, and by the time Su Yao's eyes were clear, it was already late at night.

At the end of the night market, the sound of the radio had stopped, and the crowd gradually dispersed, and finally became threes and threes.

There is not a single star in sight in the deep blue night sky.

"I wish I could have stayed here longer. ”

The girl's voice was still so ethereal, like a cloud in the sky, getting farther and farther away.

"Are you going to leave again? when, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow?"

Su Nanxing in his memories asked the same words as Su Yao at that time, "Can't I go with you?"

The voice overlapped with the past, and the girl responded.

Shen Ling's eyelashes drooped lightly, and his long hair fell in the moonlight, "There, there's nothing good." ”

Her voice was so light that she couldn't make out the meaning.

Soon, it shattered along with the dreams of the memory.

The picture in front of me suddenly shattered, as if dust and sand were about to disperse.

"Where the hell are you going?"

The boy who went back to the past had a hoarse voice and shouted hoarsely in the last speck of dust.

He was no longer the Su Yao he used to be, he finally asked the question that puzzled him for a lifetime, the question that he didn't know the answer to until he died.

Separated by years, separated by time and space.

Although he knew he was unlikely to get a response.

Even though all he had in front of him was an illusion in his mind that was about to dissipate.

But he still asked, against the shattered sky, against the stormy earth, against a broken back, dragging the streets down.

Where the hell are you going?

Whether it is in the mountains or in other places, this is a question that Su Yao has carefully asked countless times in the past.

He could give up everything he had for her.

All I want is to get a response.

Where the hell are you?

It was the past and it is the present.

The corners of the man's eyes moistened slightly.

Can you look back at me?

Can you, don't leave me?

And the rest is always a dead silence.

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The memories receded, and even the only vague face fell apart.

Su Yao closed her eyes gloomily, and when she opened it, there was a high stage in front of her, and she was in her prime.

Su Yao, Fu has become Sunan Star again.

There were still no stars in the sky, but there were fireworks at the moment.

Shen Muchen's eyes were shining, like dew in the night, with a slight coldness.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"What kind of flowers do you like?" Su Nanxing's eyes seemed to have a momentary flash of water droplets, and inadvertently, fleetingly.

Apricot.

"What a stupid question. Shen Muchen glanced at Sunan Xing on the side, but still thought about it and replied seriously, "Hmm... Sugarcane flowers. ”

Not apricot blossoms.

What Shen Muchen likes is not apricot blossoms.

Sunan Xing muttered silently several times in his heart.

Until the mist in his eyes was also dried by the evening breeze.

Shen Muchen is right, he is really too stupid, look at the young man in front of him, his face is cold, his phoenix eyes are slightly upturned, he is the most real existence in this world, how can it be Shen Ling.

"I haven't seen a sugar cane flower. Su Nanxing changed his mind, quietly rubbed the tip of his nose, and forcibly pulled himself out of his imaginative chaotic thoughts.

"Do you want to see it?" Shen Muchen raised his eyebrows.

Su Nanxing bowed slightly, and the corners of his eyes were crooked, "Hmm." ”

"This seat is for you. Shen Muchen said, and took out a small lilac seed from the purse on his waist. "You'll see it when it blooms. ”

Su Nanxing was used to seeing Shen Muchen's little temper, and knew that he was angry with his fugue just now, so he could only nod as if he had a toothache at this moment, and said honestly: "...... Good. ”

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The sky was getting darker and the moonlight was getting brighter.

But the crowd on the long street and the spectators in front of the stage have no intention of leaving.

Shen Muchen tilted his head slightly, leaned closer to Sunan Xing, and asked, "It's not interesting, let's go?" He was really a little uncomfortable.

The same is true for Sunan Xing, but he has been accommodating Shen Muchen, who watched the play for the first time

"Uh-huh. The boy replied quickly and briskly.

This also made Shen Muchen feel in a trance that there was a faint sense of gratitude in his sentence "uh-huh".

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The two squeezed out the huge crowd watching the play, and each exhaled.

"Whew, it's finally out. ”

It's like fighting a war.

Shen Muchen stretched out his long sleeves that were rubbed out of the folds, his voice was cold, and he couldn't tell whether he was willing or unwilling, "Are you going to find those people in Xuanling Mountain?"