Fat Long told An Xiaoli to rest early at night, and carefully explained a few words, and then packed up the remnants and left.

Back to the room.

An Xiaoli sorted out her school uniform and put it aside, and heard a message coming from the window

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sound of Zhizhi occasionally sounded, and the moonlight fell through the leaves, quietly illuminating the earth.

An Xiaoli straightened up and walked over.

The balcony of the bedroom has a small open space, and under the low railing there is a row of bonsai, all colors, blooming vigorously.

The moon and stars are dotted with the moon and stars in the night.

The air is filled with the scent of flowers.

An Xiaoli sat on the bamboo chair, looking up at the moonlight, flowers and trees quietly.

I don't know how long later, a gust of wind blew, she couldn't help but shiver, and was about to get up, when suddenly something hard fell from above, and then fell to the ground.

An Xiaoli looked down.

Lying on the ground was a small clay doll.

An Xiaoli was stunned for a while, looked up, and found that there was nothing on the balcony upstairs.

She bent down and picked it up.

is a small dramatist, with exaggerated headdress, red hanging eyebrows, black and shiny eyes, very energetic.

Maybe it's because the fabricated person is not skilled, and the face and body of the little actor are somewhat horizontally deformed, but it is a little more honest and funny.

It can be seen that it has been a long time, and the paint on the face has fallen a lot.

A piece of his right foot was broken, and there was some fine mud on the ground.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It is......

An Xiaoli's fingers clenched unconsciously.

"Bang-"

Before he could think about it, there was a sudden loud bang at the door.

An Xiaoli suddenly turned her head, only to see the young man who had returned to the house very early and broke in, with a slightly flustered look on his face, looking around the room, his eyes fell on her, and when he reached the little actor in her hand, he strode towards her in the next second.

An Xiaoli involuntarily took two steps back.

After the boy stopped in front of her, his tall figure blocked the light behind him, his black hair was still wet, he casually put on a white shirt, his face exuded a terrifying coldness, he didn't speak, he reached out and snatched the little actor in her hand.

"Don't touch it."

The young man's eyes were surging, his eyes were surging with emotion, he raised his eyes and said indifferently, then turned to leave.

A faint scent of shower gel wafted through the tip of his nose.

An Xiaoli stood in place, looking at the empty doorway.

It wasn't until there was a sound of acquaintance downstairs that she blinked, retracted her eyes and fell to the ground.

There is still some mud left there.

After a while, the corners of his mouth pursed hard, and he went to find some paper, and squatted on the ground to clean the mud.

Late at night.

After taking a bath, An Xiaoli lay down.

Not long after I fell asleep, images from many years ago flooded into my mind.

A little boy of five or six years old stood in front of a very expensive black car, holding a small clay figurine given to her by a little girl, his face was blurred, and he only remembered his cold and childish voice, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Don't forget me, I will come back to you." ”

And then ......

A flood washed everything away.