The branches of the tree were rattling in the wind, and a chill hit, Yun Mo suddenly thought that there was another person here, and he took advantage of the situation to look over.

Not far away, next to the public telephone booth on the side of the road, the woman's head was buried low, and her black sneakers stepped on the branches and leaves that fell on the ground, making a noise, childish like a child.

Still a little cold, Shu Kite rubbed his hands, Xu was aware of his gaze, his eyelashes fluctuated, and he looked over for a moment.

There is an invisible smile at the corner of his mouth, just like the stones falling on the calm surface of the lake, and the ripples of the water are beautiful and refined.

He saw God, and his dark eyes sparkled.

Yun Mo hung up the phone and walked over, and the book kite reached out to take the phone, inadvertently touching each other.

It was a cold October day, his hands were warm, and he held the bottle of water in the other, his nails neatly trimmed, and his bones were clear and slender.

It's really good-looking.

Didn't it be said on TV that the hands with guns were rougher? Sure enough, it's a lie!

As soon as the cold wind rose, Yun Mo tightened his wrists, and his eyes dimmed a little: "You go back or go to the hospital." ”

"Go home." Shu Kite cut her long hair and yawned leisurely.

Yun Mo muttered, didn't speak again, and looked at her slender fingertips on the screen, still pale, only the nails were pale pink, which softened a little.

Thinking of the touch just now, her hands were cold, not like it was cold in winter, like it was all year round.

The black public came and stopped on the side of the road, and the book kite turned around and returned the police uniform to him: "You put it on!" I'll go back first. ”

Yun Mo nodded his head: "Hmm." ”

The car drove away, disappearing into the endless night, becoming a point of light.

Yun Mo stared at the police uniform hanging in his hand, suddenly stunned, after a long time, he raised his clothes and put them on his body, and when the clothes were swaying, a faint fragrance broke through like a snort, mixed with a hint of milk, which was inexplicably very comfortable.

He looked up again in the direction where the car had disappeared, and his dark eyes were bottomless.

He is not an amorous person, and the only feeling for this woman who suddenly broke in is that he can see it later.

I don't know why, but I feel relieved when I see her, a feeling that has disappeared for more than ten years.

It's back again!

When?

It's the side of the cemetery, and it's the look back of the Maple Grove Temple.

Maybe it was a long time ago......

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The book kite took a taxi directly to the maple forest, and after getting out of the car, he didn't rush into the house, lit a cigarette and leaned lazily against the edge of the flower garden at the door, and the smoke swirled around the contours of his face.

He looked leisurely at the closed door opposite, his eyes twinkling like stars, until he couldn't stand the cold wind, snuffed out his cigarette butts, and opened the door into the house.

As soon as the book kite changed his shoes at the entrance, he suddenly had a tingling pain in his head, twitching and twitching, like a needle prick, accompanied by dizziness.

In so many years, this is the first time it hurts so badly.

The sight was in a trance, the world was blinding white, and with a bang, the book kite was planted straight on the ground, and the coat rack also smashed to the ground.

Following.

The morning light squeezes through the curtain and burrows into the room, forming strips of light.

When the book kite woke up again, the living room was slightly dark, his head was still a little dizzy, and his arms were pressed by the wooden coat rack, and he was numb and unconscious.

It took her wrist to hold on the floor twice before she got up, and she dragged her dizzy body to the bedroom, took out the medicine from the drawer, and swallowed it dryly.

His body went limp, and he fell down on the bed.

——

Xiangcheng Yunjia.

Yuxiu stood at the door with Old Lady Yun in her arms.

Yun Qianzhen's majestic and helpless voice came from inside the house: "Steward Lin, drag the old lady in." ”

In the yard, military dogs pulled chains and howled at the door.