After recuperating at home for a while, my injuries are almost healed.

But the scar on my abdomen was so obvious that every time I took a shower, I would stand in front of the mirror and stroke my wound and ask myself over and over again what I should do that day so that things would not be so embarrassing.

But I couldn't think of any answer in my heart.

After taking a shower, I went back to my room, leaned against the window, lit a cigarette, and stared blankly at the night.

The agate-like stars shimmer slightly, giving the city its only color, and I have always believed that on the other side of the sky there is a legendary parallel world, where flowers bloom like fireworks.

Suddenly, a hurried mobile phone ringtone broke the silence of the night.

I grabbed my phone, and it was Si Lingyan calling.

I paused and picked up the phone.

"Yin Xing, are you free now? I want to take you to see something. ”

"Now?" I was surprised.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a few seconds, and then he said, "Yes, now, can't you?" ”

"Yes, you can."

Si Lingyan suddenly laughed, and a playful voice came from the other end of the phone, "Then I'll wait for you in the old place." ”

After hanging up, I leaned against the window, stared at the curtain of the night sky, and took the last puff of my cigarette in a dull manner.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, I grabbed my coat and draped it over my shoulders and unscrewed the bedroom door.

As soon as I arrived in the living room, Zhou Yao opened the door, looked at me and asked, "Where do you want to go so late?" ”

I paused for a moment and said calmly: "I don't go anywhere, I want to go outside and relax." ”

"If you don't come back tonight, you will send Yin Lanlan to school by yourself in the future, you can do it!"

Without waiting for me to respond, Zhou Yao returned to the room and closed the door.

Since the Kong Mengfan incident, Zhou Yao's attitude towards me is not as bad as before, Yin Lanlan's daily life is also taken care of by Zhou Yao, and every time she goes to work, she will drop by to send Yin Lanlan to school.

Over time, the relationship between Yin Lanlan and Zhou Yao seems to have undergone subtle changes.

I have failed Yin Lanlan too much, if being with Zhou Yao can make Yin Lanlan find that trace of maternal love that is almost forgotten by her, I will feel a little relieved in my heart.

I lit a cigarette and walked slowly along the road, feeling the cold night breeze on my cheeks.

The other end of the lake was brightly lit, and the soft light of neon lights reflected most of the lake, and I heard the laughter of women and the singing of the rich and noble.

How insignificant I was in the darkness on the other side of the lake compared to them.

I never understood what could be called eternal in this world, I only knew that I could always accompany me, except for the quiet moonlight, and only my lonely figure remained.

After walking for a while, I stopped in front of the park, and the biting cold wind rushed unsuitably down my cuffs, and I shivered violently, wrapped my coat in some, and walked into the park.

In the faint eye, I saw a familiar figure sitting on the bench, and without thinking, I walked over and sat down at the other end of the bench.

"Do you know how long I've been sitting here today?" Si Lingyan said softly.

I casually said 'I don't know,' then pulled out a cigarette and lit it, smoking heavily.

"I've been sitting here for a day, and this is the first time I've sat all day, and whenever I'm in a bad mood, I'll sit here like all my worries will run away on their own."

Si Lingyan's voice was very soft, like a quiet moonlight, revealing the gentleness unique to women.

I didn't understand what Si Lingyan wanted to express, so I looked at her complicatedly and didn't answer.

The weeds in the park swayed gently, dripping nectar, the fireflies flickered in the distance, and I smoked a cigarette and listened calmly to the croaking of frogs in the grass.

After a long time, Si Lingyan looked at me and asked, "Yin Xing, can I ask you a few questions?" ”

"Well, you ask." I said.

"Are you living alone now?"

Hearing this, I was slightly stunned, and my eyes moved to Si Lingyan's body.

I noticed that there was an indescribable complexity in her eyes, as if she was longing for something, and at the same time as if she was worried about something.

I took a heavy puff of my cigarette, listened to the crackling sound of the tobacco burning, and said truthfully, "No, I live with a woman." ”

I paused and added, "But we both have separate rooms, and we don't live together, at most we can save half of the rent." ”

Even I don't know why I'm adding that.

Before I had contact with Si Lingyan, I didn't care what I did, whether I was a scumbag or a bastard, I never cared what others thought of me, I always lived as I wanted, sometimes positive, sometimes self-defeating.

But since I had contact with Si Lingyan, I have paid more attention to my image, I have learned what is called shame, and I also understand what is the difference between men and women.

In my eyes, Si Lingyan is indeed different from other women, she is educated and connotative, and she who has a similar experience to me also cares more about my feelings than others.

Si Lingyan looked at me for a while, nodded as if she didn't understand, and said one word, "Oh." ”

The night was already a little deep, the biting cold wind was blowing indiscriminately, Si Lingyan's clothes were a little thin, she flashed, and subconsciously tightened her jeans jacket.

Looking at Si Lingyan's Chu Chu and moving appearance, I felt some sympathy, looked at her and said, "It's getting late now, why don't I send you home?" ”

Si Lingyan shook his head and said, "No, compared to the loneliness of being alone in a room, I prefer the scenery outside the house. ”

The wind was still blowing, the new leaves on the branches were rustling, and sometimes a few young leaves fell to the ground, and I picked up the leaves casually and held them in my mouth, savoring the bitterness of the juice.

"It's a lot like us, isn't it?"

I was a little stunned and couldn't help asking; "What?"

"The leaves of the camphor tree are the easiest to wither, as if its fate was predestined from the beginning, there are so many leaves on the tree, but it is the only one who falls, is it only it that wants to return to its roots?"

I couldn't help but look up at the rustling leaves.

I don't know if the life of a leaf is just to return to the roots, and I don't understand whether the life of a person is just to return to the dust.

But this fallen leaf caught my attention with its last moments, and it will carry its own glory to eternity.

"Maybe not, the roots of fallen leaves are also the beginning of new life, and the seedlings that have been moistened will always be more vigorous in the next year. Just like the musical dream we pursue, even if it doesn't succeed, there will always be descendants to inherit it and take this path to the end. ”