The holiday was really long. The saying that there are many dreams at night is always true.

Zhang Heng saw Liu Yang again a week after returning to school.

He went out to throw out the garbage, and Liu Yang stood downstairs with a white flower umbrella. He wears big shorts at home, and a white half-sleeve. He approached the direction of the garbage can, and also approached Liu Yang.

You really live here.

Well.

He fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, which was home clothes, no. The two hands returned in vain. His crampedness made her even more calm.

Don't invite me to sit down.

Ah, yes.

Even if there is no little sister, his home is refreshing. He took a pair of slippers to her and put the little sister's in the shoe cabinet casually. Liu Yang looked at it in his eyes and remained silent.

She put the umbrella in her hand, fiddled with it, looked around, and walked into the room. She walked over to the couch, sat down on her own, and then turned her head, her gentle smile beautiful.

Zhang Heng secretly exhaled.

I'll get you a drink.

He walked to the fridge and opened the door only to remember that he had just drunk the last can of beer yesterday.

Sorry, no. You wait for me, I'll go buy some and come back.

No need.

It doesn't matter, it's close.

He hurried out with the money and cigarettes, restraining his movements from looking less like running away. The cigarette was held in his mouth and lit a few times before it was lit. He took a few deep breaths into his lungs, closing his eyes and exhaling a long cloud of air.

When he came back, Liu Yang was still sitting quietly on the sofa.

He handed her a bottle of orange juice, which she took and held in her hand, not opening it.

Feng Ning and I will go back to school together in a few days.

Liu Yang looked at the drink in his hand, turned the bottle, and spoke softly.

Oh.

Zhang Heng half leaned on the edge of the dining table and nodded.

You don't even ask me if I've been doing well in the past few years.

Zhang Heng raised his head in astonishment. Liu Yang's expression was very calm. He suddenly felt a sense of sin.

I've been waiting for you to contact me since we met here that day. But..., I can't help it, and in the end I came to you myself. Zhang Heng......

Liu Yang's sobbing echoed in the room lowly. Zhang Heng froze there as if he had lost his strength, gritting his teeth lightly. The overhead fan swirled round and round, and the warm and humid hot air swirled around the cramped room. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to run, and the irritability in his heart made him almost crazy.

Liu Yang walked out the door with his back to him. Calm your shoulders and gently wipe away the tears from your cheeks.

Anyway, I hope you don't hurt yourself anymore because of me.

Zhang Heng looked at her back and said in a deep voice.

Take care.

Liu Yang paused, did not look back, and walked down the stairs lightly.

The corridor of the black hole is like a giant mouth that eats people. It took a long time for Zhang Heng to close the door and collapse on the sofa with heavy feet. Something scorned him, picked it up and saw that it was Liu Yang's white flower umbrella. He put it aside as if his hands were hot, and his mind was in chaos when he was calm and calm, and he didn't know what to do with this umbrella. At this time, he really hoped that the little junior sister was close at hand, and he felt that as long as he looked at her and heard her smile, he would be able to deal with all the thorny problems with ease.

When he went to his mentor's house again, he pretended to ask inadvertently about the date of Feng Ning's return to the United States.

While watering the flowers, the master shook her head helplessly.

Gone the day before yesterday. The woman can't help herself, and she refuses to stay for a day.

He helped his wife carry the pot to change the water, and he was relieved by the rushing water. Maybe he was a little ruthless, but he didn't want to give Liu Yang any more expectations. Black nightmare, he didn't want to go back in time.

On the way back, I received a call from my mother, and my tone was a little hesitant, asking him if anything had happened? He felt strange, and when he asked his mother, she said that she had a dream and was not sure. He talked to his mother for a while, hoping to comfort her.

I slept until midnight when the phone rang. He answered, and no one spoke, and there seemed to be a sound of breathing on the other side, and it was like the sound of the wind. He was in a daze, but at this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He gently cut off the phone and sat up.

The phone rings again. He took two deep breaths and answered.

It's me.

The voice paused for a quarter of an hour, and then said.

We, is it really impossible?

Zhang Heng felt a pair of hands in the depths of the dark night suddenly choke his throat. He couldn't breathe well and couldn't speak.

Doodoo ...... The other party hung up. Sleepless nights. He threw the phone far away, afraid it would make another noise.

He couldn't help but think that his wife said that Feng Ning had left, so where is Liu Yang now? Thinking of the girl who sat on the windowsill with his legs dangling, his back was covered in layers of cold sweat in the sultry summer night.