Since Xi Zhihua learned that Professor Meng was her brother Achuan, she didn't have classes the next day, so she ran to the downstairs of the teacher's apartment to squat.

The world says that if you don't keep in touch with each other often, your feelings will fade, but after so many years, Meng Chuan has not faded with the passage of time in Xi Zhihua's heart.

He still lives in the depths of her heart, the brother Achuan she would be haunted with when she was a child.

There is a small flower bed downstairs in the apartment, and Xi Zhihua sent a WeChat message to Meng Chuan, but the other party did not reply.

She kept watching, thinking that she would always wait for him.

It's a morning.

Xi Zhihua walked downstairs with his hands behind his back, very patient.

Meng Chuan stood on the windowsill of the dormitory, looking at the little girl in a light purple dress in the flower garden downstairs, her temperament was always so good, even if he was indifferent to her again and again.

Standing on the balcony, he felt distraught and reached out for a cigarette and a lighter from his slacks.

In the years since Xi Zhihua left the town, Meng Chuan has learned to be alone, to be alone, and to swallow all the waiting and torture.

At the same time, he also learned to smoke.

Sometimes cigarettes are a good thing that will make him forget his troubles and calm his mind.

Meng Chuan lowered his head and bit the cigarette butt, and the lighter jumped spark to light the cigarette.

Although he was a professor hired by this institution of higher learning, although many people said that he was so perfect that he could hardly find any weaknesses, they held him high above him like a god.

But Meng Chuan always remembered in his heart that he was also an ordinary person, and he would sometimes reveal some actions that did not match his identity.

He was holding a cigarette, and the white smoke blurred his vision, and he was standing in the hallway of the flower garden, and he suddenly looked up at this direction without knowing what was going on.

Xi Zhihua has not been myopic all these years, and her eyesight is still very good, she saw Meng Chuan standing on the balcony on the third floor, and her face suddenly showed surprise.

It's like Meng Chuan is a rare treasure to her.

Meng Chuan also saw this meaning from her expression, and the cigarette between his fingers trembled slightly, and a few wisps of smoke and dust floated.

Xi Zhihua beckoned to him, she didn't want to disturb others, so she had to sign to Meng Chuan.

[Brother Achuan, are you free? Can we get together? 】

From the age of four to eighteen, spanning the whole fourteen years, she had returned to the town and looked for him, but he had long since disappeared and could not be found.

Xi Zhihua once thought that he would never see him in his life, but he didn't want to, they still met in the dark.

For Meng Chuan's brother, Xi Zhihua really likes it, which comes from the company when he was young, and it has not changed over the years.

Meng Chuan thought of her waiting all morning, thinking of her perseverance, not only did he not feel relaxed, but he felt even more uncomfortable.

The more she was like this, the more reluctant he was to let go.

A cigarette burned out, burning his fingers, Meng Chuan frowned slightly, extinguished the cigarette butt, threw it in the trash can, and turned to leave the balcony.

Xi Zhihua saw that he left suddenly, she was stunned at first, and when she reacted, Meng Chuan had already come to her.

He was born tall, but his body was well-proportioned, and now Meng Chuan, who is twenty-four years old, is more calm and calm than his peers.

Meng Chuan lowered his eyes and looked at her, the little girl reached the position of his chest, slender and weak, and a gust of wind could blow her away.

"Brother Achuan, shall we leave now?" Xi Zhihua smiled lightly, and his face showed a beautiful pear vortex.

She likes to reach out and pull him like she did when she was a child, and this habit can't be changed.