In the evening, Xiang Hai got his wish and ate braised prawns and tomato fish, and after eating two bowls of rice in a row, he touched his round belly and leaned back on the sofa and smirked contentedly. Lin Yilan pitifully picked up a bowl full of green vegetables, and secretly stared at the two plates of meat dishes opposite that only had soup left.

Xiang Hai was very understanding, helped his round belly to get up, and pointed upstairs: "I'll go up and play the piano for a while, and you can clean up below." ”

Lin Yilan was hungry for the soup of meat vegetables opposite, and almost applauded him to send him upstairs. Xianghai climbed the stairs, and as soon as he turned, he listened to the sound of the bowl on the coffee table, and then heard the sound of chopsticks quickly moving on the plate.

He burst out laughing, pursed his lips and coughed dryly, and continued to climb the stairs.

Lock the door to the study. As is customary, find the key, open the lock of the drawer, take out two diaries, spread them out, and record them.

["April 15, 2005, fine

To ease her mood, I left herself blank for many days, but I seemed to be doing it wrong.

She was very interested in the story I had deliberately revealed, and how interested was she? I got up early and knocked on her door, and she didn't seem to sleep all night.

She seemed to have gained some weight compared to when she first met her.

Is it a recurrence?

I'm really useless.

Sea"]

["April 16, 2005, cloudy

She recovered well from her foot injury and was left with a faint scar on her forehead.

Her condition seemed to be recurring. I took her to Taoyuan for a walk and let her go.

I don't understand why her condition suddenly recurred, maybe because she hasn't taken medicine for the past few days?

Am I going to continue to secretly medicate her?

……

She has a good appetite for dinner and seems to particularly like the leftover vegetable soup I eat?

Sea"]

Xiang Hai turned the diary around, and wrote and drew casually on the back. In just a few minutes, he closed the journal and threw it in a drawer.

His eyes fell on the table, the brown notebook, and he flipped to the place he had last read, continuing to look at the handwriting on it.

The notebook is nothing more than some very common words written by a man who has only read until the first year of college and then gives up his studies, and the handwriting is beautiful and crisp. But the contents were like a knife wrapped in cotton slowly, slowly scraping towards his face. Knife by knife, uniform speed and patience.

He endured the torment brought to him by the words for a while, and his hands were shaking terribly. Even like a drowning person, even breathing is a little short of breath and sad. He slammed the notebook shut, picked up the key and locked the drawer. He quickly locked the door of the study, and in a little panic in front of the piano, his trembling hands rested on it, and he played the smooth prelude as wild and willful as a waterfall; and pressed the intense high-tide of the base notes like burned dead ashes, and no one could see the scarlet and heat of its heart without removing the ashes on the surface.

The two emotions torment each other and oppose each other, like ice and fire, which do not share the sky.

Lin Yilan ate the most satisfying meal in a few days, and even the figure who was busy in the kitchen looked cheerful. She was boiling tea when she heard the sound of the piano upstairs rushing downstairs. The tune is still the same tune, but some of the things in it seem to be very wrong.

She turned off the fire and stomped upstairs.

She saw Xiang Haiti sitting there playing the piano, his face was solemn like never before, although his hand was steady and ruthless, his eyes were full of hesitation, as if there were two invisible people fighting him, and if he couldn't get an answer, he wouldn't stop. Lin Yilan was a little noisy by the piano sound, but seeing that Xianghai's state was very wrong, he hesitated and didn't know whether to step forward to stop it.

After a long time, she heard a long sigh from Xiang Hai, and the piano stopped.

Seeing that Xiang Hai's expression gradually returned to calm, the person slowly stood up, his slightly trembling hands twitched unconsciously, and a pair of indifferent eyes were meeting Lin Yilan's concerned eyes. In the blink of an eye, the indifference in those eyes was replaced by a childish innocent smile, and the chin was raised proudly.

"How? Fascinated by the sound of my piano, right? ”

Lin Yilan looked at his innocent smile and smiled faintly: "Well, I was fascinated." ”

Xiang Hai's hand hidden behind his back trembled slightly, and he tugged at the hem of his clothes in a bit of panic. The smile on his face was even happier and prouder.

"I know."

The cold white ceramic cup is gradually filled with pale yellow water. Xiang Hai took the cup pushed by Lin Yilan, crossed his hands and held the cup in the palm of his hand, and then consciously let go of the ceramic cup, forced his ten fingers to cross calmly, and held the cup emptily.

Lin Yilan put down the teapot and sat opposite him, staring at the hot air coming out of his cup, and heard the stinging sound of the sunflowers colliding with each other by the wind outside, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the door. Because of the season, there are a lot of fluttering flocs now, and the door has long been closed.

She secretly raised her eyes, but she didn't want to meet a pair of brown eyes, the eyes were gentle and quiet under the light, Lin Yilan was still so shocked that she almost fell, and hurriedly grabbed the coffee table with both hands. The cacophony of the coffee table was brought out and almost turned over, and Xiang Hai leaned on the coffee table at will, eliminating the possibility that Lin Yilan was about to be embarrassed.

Lin Yilan propped her hands on both ends of the coffee table, and she calmed down the cold sweat on her body with a shocked face. Secretly gasped for a few breaths, and didn't hear the laughter from the other side's ridicule.

Her eyes sneaked over again, and the person opposite was bent on the tea, holding the tea and drinking it happily. She took a breath softly, sat up straight, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea as if nothing had happened.

"You don't have to be so restrained."

Lin Yilan had just drunk tea with peace of mind when she heard the gentle voice of the person opposite, she raised her head in panic, and her head was suddenly gently touched by a gentle hand. "There are times when anyone can't control themselves, but we don't have to suppress our nature in front of people we can trust," he said. You can cry if you want to cry, and you can make trouble if you want to. If I want to talk, I will listen to it at any time. ”

His hand stroked back and forth on the top of her head, and continued to say gently: "The heart is in heaven for a lifetime, and the heart is in hell for a lifetime. Lin Yilan, shall we return to the world? Let's take a look at the sunflowers we planted together. ”

Was it discovered?

Lin Yilan's body stiffened and looked at the gentle person opposite, her eyes blinking very frequently, and her teeth unconsciously biting the tip of her tongue. Xiang Hai saw that she was too defensive, and sighed silently. The beautiful eyes were bent, and the smile on her face was extremely bright:

"I'm just trying to show that I'm from the Celestial Realm, why are you scared like that? Could it be that you are a messenger from hell? Then we're the opposite! You have to go through a formality and just fight! ”

He took out the dark green notebook from his pocket and put it on the table, began to roll up his sleeves and prop it on the table, looking at Lin Yilan with a provocative look: "Let's be civilized and break our wrists." ”

Lin Yilan's wrist was pulled up by him, and the two began to break their wrists in a daze. The result was naturally Lin Yilan's defeat. Xiang Hai laughed smugly without grace, causing Lin Yilan to roll his eyes frequently.

"If you're wary of me, you can write it down and use the tip of your pen to communicate with your truest self. As for this notebook, let's put it in the living room. Anything that we can't communicate with each other in words can be written on it. But say in advance, it's okay, it's not just me who writes, and you don't write. I've often shared my own stories with you, but you've covered yourself tightly, are you really an alien? Coming to invade the Earth? ”

Lin Yilan looked at the dark green book with some hesitation. Of course, she is not an alien, and she does not want to invade the earth. She just didn't know what to do, out of self-preservation, she knew she should refuse, but she saw another "self" lying on the shore, looking at the dark green notebook with a longing gaze.

Xiang Hai saw that Lin Yilan was stunned for a long time, and rubbed his hands back and forth on the table excitedly: "I'll just give you consent!" Huh? There's no pen, right, I'll go up and get it. ”

He staggered upstairs and down again. On the way here, I had already unscrewed the cap of the fountain pen. I couldn't wait to sit in front of the coffee table, opened the dark green notebook, and smiled a little shyly: "I'll come first!" ”

He sat there with his back straight, his hand holding the pen writing in his notebook at a steady pace. The dark hair hung softly, clean and clean under the light, and he was young.

It's quite deceitful.

Lin Yilan stared at Xiang Hai for a while, and his eyes fell on his constantly shaking pen, and his teeth began to bite the tip of his tongue unconsciously.

When Lin Yilan finished drinking the cup of tea, Xiang Hai just finished putting away his pen. The dark green notebook is closed and placed on the side along with the pen.

He took a breath of tea that was already half cold, exhaled a long breath, and said with a smile: "I have already written, and I am very much looking forward to what I have to say about you, you must not repay the debt, otherwise I will roll all over the ground." ”

Lin Yilan subconsciously wanted to repay the debt, she imagined the person in front of her rolling on the ground, and couldn't help laughing. Xiang Hai looked at her innocently, and she smiled even harder.

Lin Yilan sat on the edge of the bed and dried her hair after taking a shower, and after turning off the hair dryer, she heard the piano sound that made her feel very familiar. There was no more anxiety in it, and the piano sound returned to its original calm and cheerful tone. Her eyes fell on the dark green notebook, and she hesitated for a long time before finally dropping the first word.

Like raindrops, the sound of the piano flowed invisibly around him, Lin Yilan wrote the last full stop in the soothing piano sound, covered the cap of the pen, he blew on the handwriting that had not yet dried, and his fingers pulled the left and right of the page and fanned the wind. She was blowing, slowing down, her eyes glued to the page in front of her.

Xiang Hai's handwriting is clean and chic, very in his own style.

He has a name "hw" on this page, Lin Yilan is of course helpless about the combination of these two letters, and he looks at it casually a few times and then continues to look down.

[A person came in from outside, and as soon as he came in, he asked:

"Auntie, do you know about the people living in the dead man's house?" 】