Seeing Tian Lulu enter the unit door, the corners of Jack's lips raised.

He walked briskly to the side of the street, flagged down a taxi, and returned to a vacation apartment.

It was a bright and spacious apartment, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, located near the White Beach apartment, which was prepared for him by Nan Sichen's friend Fang Baiqian in China.

But in Jack's eyes, Fang Baiqian is not just Nan Sichen's "friend", it looks quite mysterious.

He has a calm temperament and a respectful attitude, and he has always called Nan Sichen "big young master".

"Young Master, this is the key to the apartment." He handed Nan Sichen two keys to the door.

"Young Master, this is the second-hand car you asked me to prepare." He gave Nan Sichen another electric car key, and Jack glanced at it next to him, it was an ordinary Volkswagen car.

In addition, Fang Baiqian also took a bag of things to Nan Sichen, "Young Master, here are some clothes and daily necessities. ”

Nan Sichen accepted them one by one.

Then, the two went to the balcony that connected to the living room, looked out the window, looked out at the vast beach in front of them, and began to talk in a low voice.

Jack didn't hear a word clearly, he sat on the sofa in the living room, squinting at them slightly, and saw Nan Sichen commanding something from Bai Qian, Fang Bai Qian nodded frequently.

After Fang Bai sneaked away, Nan Sichen took an apartment key that was thrown to him, took an apartment key and a car key himself, and instructed him, "This apartment, you live in this apartment by yourself for a few days, and I will live somewhere else." ”

Jack was stunned, "Where are you going to live?" ”

Nan Sichen's expression was indifferent, and he only replied with two words: "Nearby." ”

Retracting his thoughts, Jack opened the apartment door with the key, raised his wrist and looked at the table below, it was half past ten.

He took off his shoes and socks and put on comfortable sandals.

"Da, da, da", he slipped on his slippers and walked to the enclosed balcony and opened one of the glass windows.

Suddenly, a gust of sea breeze blew in my face, with a salty and wet smell, cool and pleasant.

Jack put his hands on the windowsill and stuck his head out.

Sure enough, as a few days ago, he saw a figure on the seashore walking alone under the reflection of the lights around him.

Even if the light was faint and dim, even if his vision was hazy, he knew that that person was Nan Sichen.

He walked slowly, and after a few steps, he would stop again, face the sea, and look at the horizon.

On the horizon, the moonlight is miserable, and the stars are sparse.

His shoulders were slightly hunched, and his figure stood by the sea, motionless, like a rock.

Let the churning waves roll over his ankles, layer by layer.

Jack looked at it from afar and sighed softly.

He knew who Nan Sichen was waiting for.

I also know that in the past few days, Nan Sichen has come to White Beach early in the morning, walking along the coastline, and staying all day.

It was not until the night was dark and after twelve o'clock that he would leave and go to his unnamed nearby lodgings.

**

The next day, July 7.

In the early morning, Nan Sichen slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were blue and clear, and they were amazingly bright.

He turned sideways and looked up at a worn-out clock hanging on the wall, with a wooden frame and metal hands, pointing to half past five in the morning.

He sat up from the bed suddenly, raised a slender and graceful hand, and covered his left chest, feeling his heart beat like a drum.

After waiting for a week in this small fishing village, today, it was finally the day he and Lan Nianyun had agreed upon.

His little princess will definitely come......

Thinking like this, the corners of Nan Sichen's lips involuntarily curled.

When he got out of bed, he put on a very down-to-earth outfit: an ordinary plain gray cotton crewneck shirt on the top, a pair of beach pants with sea blue palms printed on the bottom, and a pair of black plastic sandals with clip-ons on his feet.

He walked around a rattan chaise longue and went out the door, which was a simple hall outside.

He picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, took a few sips and rinsed his mouth, and poured the rest of the water on a white towel and wiped his face briefly.

Then, he took another bottle of mineral water and set off.

Walk through the green courtyard covered in vegetation and enter the small wooden houses with mud tile and brick walls, and not far away, a small fishing port with a bay and a beach.

In the harbor, there are several small boats moored, which rise and fall with the waves.

Nan Sichen began to walk slowly along the coastline, through a moist muddy land, and fifteen minutes later, arrived at White Beach.

At this time, it was still early in the morning, and there were only a few people on the beach.

In the distance, the morning glow on the horizon is thinly dyed; Nearby, the water is filled with light spray.

Nan Sichen raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and the brilliant morning light fell into his blue eyes.

He began to walk along a route he had walked a thousand times, across the sand, over the waves.

His mind once again recalled the little girl he had met eleven years ago in a light blue floral dress.

He remembered the scene where he and Lan Nianyun held hands and stepped on the waves together; I also remember the place where he sat back to back on the beach.

Over and over again, he relived the warm and surging feeling of that day.

Seeing that there are more and more people on the beach, it is getting denser and denser; I saw the sun rise higher and brighter.

At noon, when the sun was at its highest, he built a small castle on the beach, but it was washed away by the naughty children.

In the afternoon, as the day went west, he drank all the bottles of mineral water, took out a few alcoholic chocolates from his pocket, peeled them off and ate them, but the mobile phone in his pocket never rang.

In the evening, when the sky was colored with a crimson sunset, and the orange light of the setting sun was sprinkled all around, he picked up the small shells on the beach, quietly took out a glass filament from his pocket, and put on a long necklace.

At night, the crowd dispersed, and night came, and a dim nebula hung over the distant sky.

Finally, Nan Sichen stopped and stubbornly stood somewhere on the coastline, the place where he had been waiting for her year after year.

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