After a few steps, the slightly dilapidated buildings next to the ancient city stood abruptly in the air, and the reason for the passage of time made this building and the ancient city have no sense of disobedience.

Mu Yushan didn't come back for a year, so he rushed into the corridor and knocked on the door, and Jiang Hong's pale face came into view.

Her black hair was coiled up, she was dressed in a checkered shirt and long coat, and her eyes that had once been so proud instantly faded, dull and cloudy, and there were a few more wrinkles on her forehead at some point, which were imprinted on it like a ravine, and the traces of the carved years erased her brilliance.

Mu Yushan was slightly stunned, when did her mother become like this, she was still so radiant when she was arguing with her a year ago?

Before she came back to her senses, she was held in her arms by Jiang Hong, her arms were still so warm, and her tall figure happened to look down and see a strand of white hair on her head.

suddenly understood Ren Haoqian's intentions back then, and he let her experience this bone-eroding pain.

"Come on in!" Jiang Hong let go of her, held her hand, and pulled her towards the house with red circles in her eyes.

The room is decorated with purple wallpaper, not much different from before, the old-fashioned refrigerator TV, and the yellowed photo album has the appearance of the naïve days.

Mu Yushan sat on the sofa and looked at the photo album seriously, looking at the emotions that had finally been hidden and were about to come up again, she choked up and asked, "What about Dad?" ”

Jiang Hong held a glass of water in front of her and sat with her.

"Your dad, he went to the hospital for a recheck." Jiang Hong looked at her, her eyes glistening with tears, "Xiaoshan, don't blame your father......"

She paused, and her voice whispered in her ear, "On New Year's Day, he stood there," Jiang Hong pointed to the balcony and said earnestly, "I stood there and waited for you all night...... You shouldn't hate him, Kosugi......"

Mu Yushan closed the photo album with a "snap", and Jiang Hong's voice gradually became blurred.

She pursed her lips and squeezed out a smile, she must not break the agreement with Ren Haoqian, otherwise the price will be even greater, she has no chips to gamble to win, whenever she imagines her mother kneeling in front of him and praying, she might as well be an unfilial daughter.

"Mom! You go cook, I'm hungry. She interrupted her suddenly, and looked at Jiang Hong lightly with this indifferent tone, Jiang Hong looked at her and sighed deeply in her heart.

Jiang Hong adjusted her emotions and went to the kitchen to cook, Mu Yushan immediately revealed her true emotions after she left, maybe her acting skills have always been bad, but she was lucky to pass in front of them.

Wheezing, once more contained, she clutched her chest, began to feel heartache, picked up the cup from the table and drank it down, which calmed the sudden suffocation.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Yushan and Jiang Hong finished eating, and when they left, Jiang Hong took the prepared secret red dates and handed them to her, but Mu Yushan decisively refused, she looked at Jiang Hong's lost expression and waved at her astringently, this is all she can do.

There were very few tourists stepping on the ancient street again, and the noise of the noon day was now quiet, her hands hanging on the sides of her long skirt, and her white canvas shoes stepped on the stone slabs of the ancient street one by one.

She changed her state of mind, and at first there was some lightness, like a muffled music that finally changed into a pleasant tune. Even though she didn't see her father, she was relieved.

Walking and stopping, the small vendors on the streets have not weakened their enthusiasm because of the decrease in tourists, and they are still shouting hard, and most of the antique houses have been renovated but still exude an ancient atmosphere.

The sky is white and cloudy, and every now and then birds fly by, piercing the silence and dotting the busy earthly world.

Mu Yushan stopped by a beautiful shop window, which was a cartoon couple's shirt, and she evoked a smile that she hadn't even noticed, because she suddenly thought of the scene where Gu Cheng had taken her hand to buy couples' clothes here.

In early spring, he was wearing a clean white shirt, and she was reluctantly called out by him over the weekend, and deliberately ignored him with some temper.

She walked here in a rage, pointed to the cartoon shirt in the window and said to him, "If you dare to wear this on the street, I won't be angry!" ”

He was always very patient, smiled at her dotingly, and took her hand and walked in together, "provided that we are both embarrassed together." ”

I still remember the two people standing in the mirror looking at each other and laughing, each pointing at each other and laughing at each other.

Mu Yushan's smile gradually froze at the corners of her mouth, and she didn't have any interest, so the lotus root was broken.

Finally walked to the bus stop sign, and Mu Yushan was almost hit by a car when crossing the street. Because standing on the zebra crossing in the middle of the street, she seemed to see Gu Cheng. She wasn't sure, after all, there was a problem with her eyes, and she had confessed Ren Haoqian's mistake so many times before, but there was a similar figure on the sidewalk opposite, and it disappeared from a distance.

She couldn't take a step anymore, and across the busy streets, she didn't know if her eyes were deceiving herself, or if her reason was deceiving herself, but she was depressed.

She chased in the direction where the figure had disappeared, for a long, long distance, knowing that he would not be there, and finally stopped in vain, even if it was him?

She turned back and sat in the car, by the window, leaning a little tiredly.

She still, heartache and can't let go of wanting to find a name for Gu Cheng in the vast sea of people.

No matter how the years change, memories will always be repeated with blood.

Repeating the phrase -

I still love you. Let me be like a star