At five o'clock in the morning, Xiaomeng suddenly felt difficult to breathe, she opened her eyes, the moonlight outside the window sprinkled on the white quilt, she seemed to remember something, and looked left and right in panic.

A handsome face rested on his head, looking hazy and dreamy in the moonlight, sweet sleep, even snorting, he wrapped himself around like an octopus, and depended on her like a baby.

The mutilated memories made her ears hot and her face flushed, and her heart was full of shame. She's never been drunk, and she doesn't know how she lost her temper when she got drunk. She secretly swore that she would never get drunk in the future.

It's just that when everything becomes a reality, can she really ignore Lin Guozi's life and death, Xiangqin's mother's kindness, and her father's feelings?

There seemed to be two Du Xiaomeng in his mind who were pulling each other, pulling back and forth, and their heads were about to explode. No, I can't stay here anymore, I have to escape. Escape is not the choice of the strong, but who says that the choice of the strong is always right? Sometimes showing weakness can overcome rigidity.

Now, Lin Guozi is too rigid, he seems to have seized the opportunity of his own injury, the opportunity of Du Moran and Du Xiaomeng's guilt, took advantage of the situation to fight back, and captured the heavily defended fortress she had grown up in one fell swoop. No, he can't be allowed to succeed. In that case, I'm so sorry for my heart. However, she really can't do it directly to resist, she can't face her conscience, in case, in case Lin Guozi really does something appalling, how can she bear it?

Run. If she wasn't here, he wouldn't be able to push himself. Maybe after a while, it is not known whether everything will turn around.

She quietly removed Meng Fei's hands and feet, caressing his handsome face with infinite reluctance. Exhaustion made him sleepy.

The moonlight gradually faded, and the dawn slipped into the window lattice little by little, and if I didn't leave, I was afraid it would be too late. Mother Parsley gets up at seven o'clock every morning, which is thunderous.

She got up quietly, quietly changed her clothes, quietly opened her suitcase, took out a few sets of clothes from the wardrobe and folded them in. I took out a laptop from the bottom of the closet, wrapped it in a computer, and put it in a suitcase.

She looked at Meng Fei who was asleep with teary eyes, thought about it, and paced to the desk to leave a note. Before dawn, he quietly dragged a large suitcase out of Tianxianglou.

Looking back at Tianxianglou in the mist, I felt melancholy several times. I don't know if this decision is right or wrong? When she comes back, will Lin Guozi's entanglement still exist? Does Meng Fei already have another love? I don't know, I'll leave the future to the future. At the moment, she can only make such a decision.

She hailed a taxi and headed straight to the airport. By dawn, the airport was already full of people coming and going. Everyone carries luggage, wind and dust, only in such a place, can people especially feel the heart of the prodigal son, as if all kinds of red dust, are the past clouds, people on the road of life, only continue to abandon, the luggage in the hand can remain relaxed.

She turned off her phone and sat down in a chair in the hall. Looking at the electronic screen constantly scrolling, there are so many cities, so many flights, where should she go? She just wanted to get out of here, and it didn't seem to matter where the destination was.

Gradually, her eyes slowly focused on a place name: R. This island is said to be very suitable for living on in all seasons. She is particularly sensitive to the cold, which may be just the right place to live in a southern city. Besides, since she was a child, she has never seen the sea, the blue sea, the white clouds, I heard that it is particularly beautiful and clear. Under the cultivation of blue sky, white clouds, blue sea and golden sand, it is not known that it may be able to completely cleanse the turbidity in the heart.

A smile twinked at the corner of her small lips. Yes, that's it. She happily ran to the ticket window to buy her latest flight. I bought another magazine and spent two hours waiting at the airport with it. Then I got on the plane and set off.

She dragged her luggage slowly, lined up to get on the plane, and then staggered to find a seat against the seat number on the ticket.

When it came to the seat number, she showed a cheerful smile, it was the seat by the window, she liked to sit by the window the most, in broad daylight, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and you could see the colorful clouds, which was very good. She carefully squeezed past the aisle seat's knee, sat down comfortably, exhaled, and buried herself in the magazine.

As the plane started its engines and slowly taxied forward, she closed the Reader, opened the curtains, and concentrated on the scenery outside the window. The plane took off, and the strong feeling of weightlessness made her involuntarily grasp the handrail. Slowly, the plane rises to a certain altitude until it penetrates the clouds. She kept smiling, smiling and looking at the clouds like cotton wool, like a dream, like an ethereal fairyland.

If there is really a fairyland, if there is a palace in the sky, if the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother really exist, can the depths of the white clouds still be desirable? Absolutely not. As long as there is a royal palace, no matter which historical dynasty is the imperial palace, no matter where the imperial palace is structured, as long as it is a royal palace, it must be where the shackles and freedom are. Xiaomeng thinks so, so she also hopes that the myth does not exist, so let the white clouds be white clouds, the sun is sunshine, the breeze is the breeze, the birds are birds, and everything that was originally free should be given freedom. Therefore, the throne is not the root of happiness, freedom is the source of happiness. Only in this way will Fulin be happy, Meng Fei will be happy, and Xiaomeng will be happy.

She couldn't help but burst into tears, thinking wildly, and wondering what she was feeling? Her wandering thoughts were messy and boring, and she leaned on the window, as if she couldn't get enough of the clouds in front of her. She missed Meng Fei, and after only a few hours of leaving, she already wanted to do so. Would like to. Would like to. The thought of my heart hurts.

She didn't notice it when the stewardess came pushing the tea cart, and she didn't respond when she asked her what she wanted to drink, until the man next to her touched her arm in a friendly way to remind her. He smiled apologetically, said "coffee" briefly, and turned back to look out the window.

Xiaomeng didn't notice that it was the man next door who helped her put down the small table, helped her get her coffee, and helped her pass snacks. It wasn't until she was tired of looking at the scenery that she closed the curtains to block the gradually blazing sunlight that she noticed the refreshments placed in front of her. She thought it was the service of a stewardess and didn't care. The man on the left was looking at some information, and he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, maybe an official document or something.

So Xiaomeng also buried himself in "Reader" again, while casually using refreshments. She was indeed very hungry, and she had not run out of rice since last night until almost noon. Eating and eating, it gradually became a bit of a gobble.

The man next door, who was buried in the official letter, put the official document aside and looked at her with interest while drinking coffee. Seeing that she was licking her fingers after eating, she couldn't help but smile and sent her snack box to her: "Here, you're hungry." "The man is a man with a round tone and speaks a nice Mandarin.

She wondered, "Don't you eat it?" ”

The man shook his head.

"Then you're welcome, thanks." She took the snack, tasted it slowly, and continued to read the magazine in her hand.

Two and a half hours later, the plane arrived over R City. Xiaomeng heard the exclamations of the passengers on the plane and leaned out of the window curiously. Wow, what a beautiful city. Among the high-rise buildings, the trees are lush and green, the turquoise sea is like a jade belt tied around the waist of the island, and the small island separated by a water is like a bright pearl that catches people's eyes.

The plane was still taxiing on the runway after landing, and many passengers were already eager to get up and pack their clothes and take off their luggage. Xiaomeng sat leisurely, what she had now was time, even if she was the last one to go?

The passengers got off the plane one after another, and Du Xiaomeng's face kept facing out of the window, until the crowd gradually dispersed, she Shi Shiran got up and prepared to leave her seat. I don't know when the man sitting next to me has gone. Du Xiaomeng glanced at his seat, and suddenly found that there was a small briefcase lying there quietly on the seat, feeling a kind of abandoned loneliness. Very good leather, looks like a famous brand. She picked it up, heavy, and didn't know what it contained. It must have been that the gentleman left in a hurry and forgot about the plane.

She thought back to the man's appearance, and if she had seen him, she would have been vaguely recognizable. She put on her small backpack and carried the man's bag, and chased him out.