The snowflakes flying in the sky, overnight, turned the western installation of the ancient city into a snowy world.

At this moment, it was only five o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright, and there were hardly many pedestrians on the road.

A lonely boy figure, standing next to the Jingyun Bell in the northwest corner of the bell tower, lost his mind for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage, struggled to pull the red rope, and slammed the bell hammer on the ancient bell.

"When...... Dangdangdang...... Dangdang......" A series of thick and long bells were ringed, and quickly passed along the four famous commercial streets near the bell tower to all directions of this ancient city.

This bell is very special and different from the sound of the past.

It is not a mechanical monotonous repetition, but contains a certain melody, a magical melody that makes people forget all their troubles after listening to it.

Pedestrians on the road and nearby residents are captivated by the melodious, heavy and magical sound of the bell. They stopped one after another, or they woke up from their dreams, closed their eyes and listened carefully, and before they knew it, they were completely immersed in the melody of the bells, and they did not want to open their eyes for a long time.

After about five minutes, the bell stopped abruptly and disappeared in an instant. People all opened their eyes regretfully and looked in the direction of the bell tower from a distance, their faces full of expressions of unfinished business. However, soon everyone reacted again, it stands to reason that this day is neither the New Year nor a major festival, how could the bell suddenly ring.

After all, the bell tower has not yet been opened to the public at this time, and it should be empty inside, so who rang the bell and what is the purpose? Could it be that something is wrong? With this doubt, the pedestrians near the bell tower rushed to the bell tower to find out. Even the police from the nearby police station, the special police officers on mobile patrols, and the reporters with a keen sense of smell all rushed to the bell tower. However, when they arrived at the entrance of the bell tower in the underground circular corridor, they found that the entrance was intact and showed no signs of being pried open.

At this time, the management of the Bell Tower Scenic Area also arrived. When he saw many reporters and tourists surrounding the entrance, as well as police and special police officers maintaining order, his face also changed, thinking that something was wrong in the bell tower. After he identified himself, everyone gave way, and he made it to the entrance. He was relieved to see that the lock was safe, but soon his heart rose again. If the door lock is intact, it means that there is no one inside, and the bell just now is too weird. Could it be a ghost? After all, this is a historical site, and it is inevitable that there will be secrets that no one knows.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble, hesitating and not knowing whether to open the door or not. However, it is also his duty to ensure the safety of the Bell Tower attraction, and with the presence of police and special police, he still opened the door head-on.

Considering that there are too many people entering the bell tower, it will destroy the evidence at the scene. But reporters and the public also have the right to know, so under the coordination of the police, the special police and the police took the lead, and the administrator of the scenic spot then allowed a small number of reporters and the public to follow in. As for the entrance, it is still guarded by the police so that other tourists do not break into the bell tower out of curiosity. It's just that when everyone rushed to the ancient clock in the northwest corner, they found that there was no one.

After careful investigation of the scene, the police did not find any traces of previous people. Only a voice recorder was found under the ancient clock, and a note was pressed under the voice recorder.

A few sentences are written on it in a very chic font:

Fenfei, I once promised to accompany you through four years of college, and I did it. I once promised to create a piece of music that would make you feel happy at all times, and I did it. Whether I can return to you in the future or not, you must remember that there is a happiness that can be heard, and it can accompany you for a lifetime, and I love you.

Love your politeness.

When the police played back the recording of the recorder, they were surprised to find that it happened to be a complete recording of the previous bell. The sound quality is extremely clear, the voice is thick and desolate, tactful and poignant, as if telling the most beautiful love story. Listening to the melodious recording sent by the recorder, and appreciating the snowflakes fluttering outside the bell tower, it is a unique artistic conception, beautiful and romantic, pleasing to the eye. When you heard the bell in the distance, it wasn't very clear. At this moment, the voice from the recorder is extremely beautiful, like a natural sound, with a little simple and sad charm, which is touching to listen to.

For five minutes, the people listening around the recorder consciously remained silent, for fear that the slightest sound would destroy this rare artistic conception. With this beautiful and sad melody, everyone sometimes felt sweet and sometimes sad, and this weeping bell touched everyone's heart deeply. It also evokes the happiness and hope that everyone desires the most in their hearts. It is as if in the subtle influence of music, the whole heart is purified and the soul is reborn.

When the recorder finished playing, many people couldn't help but cry with joy, as if the long-lost happiness had come again, and all the troubles had disappeared. It's just that everyone didn't notice that there was a young and beautiful girl in the crowd, who had already cried so much. On her chest hung a press card with the name "Rain Flying" written on it.

If you feel it carefully, you can see that this girl's expression is extremely excited, containing endless thoughts and expectations. But more than that, it's touching and happy. Four full years have passed, and she has always thought that she has lost the person she loves most forever - her high school boyfriend Moon Binbin, who has been in love with her for three years.

Since then, she has become a girl in this world who has no chance of happiness.

The words love, sweetness, joy and happiness that made her feel alive had been erased from her dictionary forever.

In the past four years, if she hadn't forced herself to study hard, if she hadn't had the sweetest diary to read from time to time, if it weren't for the music that made her feel relaxed and happy every day before going to bed, she might not have had the courage to live to this day.

In her diary, the records of these four years are completely blank. Because her original intention in writing a diary was to record her happiest time every day. Once you are in a bad mood, as long as you open the diary and look back on the happiest moments you once had, even if it is a bleak day, it will not be like a year.

Because these four years were the darkest and most helpless years in her mind, and she did not feel happiness every day, she could not write a word in her diary, because she despaired that she could not be happy in this life. All her happiness is long gone, gone forever with the departure of his beloved four years ago. But at this moment, when she saw the note in familiar handwriting, and heard the bell in the recorder, exactly the same music she had been listening to every night, she suddenly realized that he had been by her side all along. has been with her in this way, accompanying her through the darkest four years of her college career.

Looking back on the past four years, although happiness has disappeared from her heart and eyes, it has become a melodious and poignant voice that has been silently guarding her. She suddenly had an epiphany, it turned out that happiness could be heard, and happiness never left her. It's just that she was puzzled that four years ago, she had seen Wen Binbin's cold body in the hospital's body freezer, and she had also seen his grave in the cemetery.

So who was the one who rang the bell and left the note?

When she smelled the lingering scent of shampoo in the air, she was sure that it must have been left by Wen Binbin.

Because this special shampoo scent is Wen Binbin's favorite scent, Wen Binbin has to wash his hair with this shampoo every time they meet. So she was so impressed with the smell that she had been keeping a bottle of this shampoo on her bedside table for the past four years. Whenever in the dead of night, whenever she misses him the most, she will inadvertently pick up this bottle of shampoo and stroke it gently. As long as she closed her eyes and gently smelled the mouth of the shampoo bottle, she could feel that Wen Binbin was still by her side. Thinking of this, she had a trace of expectation and extravagance, that is, Wen Binbin is not dead, he is still alive.

So she turned and squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the exit. Then she walked faster and faster, and finally simply ran, ignoring the surprised eyes of the people around her, she just ran forward with tears streaming down her face, running. She was going to Wen Binbin's house, and she was going to ask what had happened four years ago.

Out of the bell tower, she hurriedly took a taxi, quickly said an address, and urged as soon as possible, the driver nodded understandingly, kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed out like an arrow.

In the car, Yu Fenfei had been crying silently, and her thoughts went back to four years ago, that is, the day she and Wen Binbin received their university acceptance letters at the same time......

At the moment of receiving the admission letter, neither of them opened it immediately, but rushed out of the house to find each other.

Because in the hearts of Wen Binbin and Yu Feifei, only the first time to share this joy with the person you love the most is the happiest time.

When the two ran near the bell tower, they finally met.

When exchanging admission letters, opening the envelope with trembling hands, and reading out the names of the universities they were admitted to, the two couldn't help but cry with joy. Because their wishes finally came true, they were admitted to the same university and the same major as they wished, that is, journalism at Xi'an Jiaotong University.

Of course, the most touching thing is that the rain is falling, because she knows that Wen Binbin has always loved music creation and has a talent in this area. If it weren't for falling in love with her, Wen Binbin would definitely be admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music.

"Binbin, why are you so stupid to give up your dream to be a reporter with me. I remember when I first met you, you said that your dream was to be a composer. Holding Wen Binbin's admission letter tightly to his heart, Yu Feifei asked in a choked voice.