When Wang Yuan returned to China the next day, he didn't speak all the way, and the quiet night made the whole plane become quiet, only a few windows let in a little bit of moonlight and the roar of the plane engine. He put on earmuffs, took a pillow from his bag and put it behind his head, and the posture was comfortable, but after closing his eyes, he did not feel a little sleepy, and finally he simply pulled up the window gently, and by the moonlight and the lights on the ground, he knew that he had flown over an Atlantic, and was now over Europe.

He took out his mobile phone with the airplane mode turned on, and flipped through the chat records between him and Ye Tang one by one, and under the dim fluorescence, he knew that he had been with her for so many years, but he had never chatted with me one by one. In those years, he asked her to do this and that, she would only reply with a hmm, and later before he returned to China and met Yu Qian, he would tell her something, and she either didn't reply, or just replied that I was fine, don't worry. Are you really, really?

In those short replies, I don't know if his mood has changed, he seems to understand the emotions of Ye Tang who replied to the message, those sour and powerless emotions. He also found out now that after that time, she never refused any of his proposals, whether it was going to a crowded place or getting along with people she didn't know, and now that she thinks about it, she must be very different.

Wang Yuan finished reading the chat history, and turned to look through his photo album, how he wished that there was a photo of her or a group photo in his album, but no, those photos were stored in Ye Tang's camera. In his own hands, and her memory is very few.

He suddenly remembered something, took the headphones, and found the different "Spillover", the chorus version of "Spillover", in the numerous recordings. Ye Tang's grainy smoky voice was wrapped in his mint sound, which looked charming and special, although it was only a rough version of guitar playing and singing, he heard a feeling of satisfaction, and then when he heard his solo version, he suddenly realized what that little thing was, it was her unique voice.

Looking at the lyrics and listening to the song, at that moment he knew the position of Ye Tang in his heart. Darkening the phone, Wang Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly,

"So what? Where can I find her now? ”

Before getting on the plane, he picked up all of Ye Tang's social accounts, from ins to Weibo, and even to blogs, etc., the last update date displayed in it was the day he left or earlier, and he also stopped calling several times at different times, but there was always only a cold female voice on the other end telling him that the phone you dialed was turned off. It was as if she had never appeared in her own life, and even those few traces were erased by her.

His hand unconsciously stroked the tattoo on his right hand, he still remembered that when he pulled Ye Tang to get the tattoo that day, she asked herself if it didn't matter if she was filming? In fact, when Brother Qiang saw his tattoo for the first time, he almost ate people, and wanted to drag him to wash the tattoo, but in the end, he was sloppy and made this matter go away. Later, it was picked up by fans again, and #王源纹身#这个热搜瞬间上升到榜首 it was calmed down after a long time.

Everyone was worried that this small tattoo the size of a fingernail would affect him, and he said again and again, he almost went to get the tattoo washed, and now that he thinks about it, he is extremely happy.

I know, you don't know where on this earth, you have a fate trajectory that overlaps with me, and if you want to escape when a comet escapes, then I will use gravity to create a second intersection.