I don't know if it was due to the influence of the air current, or if it was a flash of inspiration, I suddenly remembered that maybe I had seen Mu Qingyi.

That's why Liu Handong asked me on the phone if I remembered her.

I vaguely recall that in my sophomore year, not long after I was with Yang Er, a girl came to the school to look for Yang Er, and Yang Er avoided me nervously, and then strode away with the girl.

As she passed me, she glanced back at me.

A delicate face, a pretty ball head.

That's right, that girl is combing her balls, which matches Yang Er's stick figure portrait, but I didn't know that girl was Mu Qingyi at the time.

After Yang Er came back, I waited for him to explain it to me.

He just asked me, "Do you believe me?" ”

"Believe, I will always believe in you." My answer is from the bottom of my heart.

"She's just one of my classmates, just asking me about something." This is all Yang Er's explanation, and it is extremely sincere.

I believe that he loved me at that time, or wanted to start a new life, otherwise he would not have explained wholeheartedly, continued to fall in love with me, and spent six years with me.

Moreover, I never saw the girl again.

In the end, the matter was settled.

Who would have thought that hidden dangers have long been buried in unknown corners, and they don't know when they will suddenly jump out and change people's lives.

Walking out of security, I saw an intellectual lady with long hair holding my name tag and standing elegantly at the exit.

If I guessed correctly, it was Liu Handong's cousin, and she later told me that her name was Zeng Xinfang.

Thank you she for picking me up.

This trip to Haicheng was just an unexpected move by me, but she happily said "You are welcome".

She is so kind, Liu Handong should also be a very good person.

I waved at her and signaled that it was me who she was picking up.

A smile suddenly broke down on her face.

"First time meeting, nice to meet you."

Zeng Xinfang communicated with me naturally, as if we were old friends who had known each other for a long time.

I used to think it was a hassle to meet strangers, but today she changed my mind.

"I'm glad to meet you, too."

Along the way, she told me a lot of stories about Liu Handong, when he was a student, he was a romantic figure on campus, and there were countless girls who admired him, and he was excellent in character and learning, which made me feel a little similar to Yang Er, and even more fascinating. This may be the reason why Mu Qingyi chose Liu Handong.

A very good person, a heart-pounding feeling, at that moment she had completely forgotten Yang Er. Then, he fell in love with Yoo Handong out of control.

However, the heart-pounding feeling will always be like a dragonfly brushing through the water, although I still love it, but the person in my heart is difficult to shake and irreplaceable.

Yang Er is the same with me.

"Yang Er and Mu Qingyi are such a natural pair."

I was deeply emotional.

"In this case, why don't you love the sea and rocks at the beginning, the earth is barren, and a good story is achieved." Zeng Xinfang said helplessly.

"Who's to say it isn't."

I muttered softly, turned my eyes out the window, and the bustling high-rise buildings of Haicheng passed by me one by one.

If I go back in time, do I really want them to love the sea to rot? In this way, I will not meet Yang Er, and I will not have a love-hate entanglement with him, am I really willing to miss the love of my life?

Zeng Xinfang said as if he saw through me: "If you don't meet him, you will meet others, and you will still love deeply, and fate is so wonderful." ”

I nodded, but what I understood to be wonderful was different from hers.

Fate is so wonderful, but I met Yang Er, Liu Handong just met Mu Qingyi, it is difficult to escape this situation, this injury, this pain.

"Maybe it's a debt we owe in our last life."

I ended our conversation with this sentence.

We should not dwell on what has already happened, and the wounds of reality cannot be healed by going back in time, we can only wait for the wounds to heal on their own. Like Liu Handong, who committed suicide once, he should learn to cherish the days he lived.

The car stopped at the entrance of the People's Hospital in Haicheng.

After getting out of the car, Zeng Xinfang shook my hand excitedly and expressed her gratitude: "Thank you for coming to visit someone I have never met." ”

I patted her hand, ashamed.

I wasn't as good as she thought.

I'm actually afraid that I'm not so lucky, and I'm afraid that I'll become the one who can't be pulled back from the death line.