A black Mercedes drives on the winding Hangzhou Bay Bridge.

On both sides of the railing is an endless stretch of water.

"Purple ...... Blue...... Green...... "Green ......" every 5 kilometers, Gu Yu recites a color in his heart.

The color of the railing changes every 5 kilometers, from Ningbo to Shanghai, it is red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. And Gu Yu is going from Shanghai to Ningbo, so the color is reversed.

The total length of the bridge is nearly 36 kilometers, about 18 kilometers, and a auxiliary bridge leads from the bridge to the sea, leading to the wide sea service area, known as "Haitian Yizhou".

The overall shape of the appearance of the service area is similar to that of "Dapeng Qingzhu", which means that the development of Hangzhou Bay area can spread its wings like Dapeng and fly higher and higher.

It is divided into two parts: a sightseeing platform and a sightseeing tower. The sightseeing platform provides comprehensive special services such as catering, accommodation, refueling, and shopping; The observation tower allows passengers to stand on the commanding heights and look down on the magnificent momentum of the bridge and the magnificent waves of Hangzhou Bay.

When the car was paused here to rest, Gu Yu did not climb the tower, she wanted to wait until when she came with Mu Rongheng before climbing the tower to watch.

The first time, I had to leave it to Mu Rongheng, and it was the most flavorful to share it with him. She thought to herself......

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"Woo-" The hoarse voice of the steamer is extremely penetrating, slowly and longly pushing the eardrums of the person, and vibrating the heart, making the heart turbulent.

Gu Yu was attracted by this voice, came to the window, and looked at the sea not far away.

Although my house is on the first floor, because it is on the hillside, the roofs of the other houses in front of the building cannot block the view.

The rooftops here are all red, and the sea in the distance is exceptionally blue. But compared to the sunny blue sky, that sea is grayish yellow.

A long, long time ago, she never left Ningbo, and she always longed to see the bluer sea.

Every time the ship passed by, it evoked her infinite imagination, as if she was traveling far away on a boat. Seagulls always like to chase the ship, up and down in the white, bubbling wake waves.

In order to be able to see the big world outside, it is my biggest dream to be admitted to the conservatory.

She feels that her future stage will be as dazzling as Lang Lang.

But the years are very good at joking with people, my mother suddenly left, and I came back in a circle, and the dream was gone, but this became the place I wanted to come to the most.

In the middle of the room were two large cardboard boxes, which were filled with books that he had studied in the past, except for the textbooks he had studied, most of them were sheet music, starting with elementary staves and ending with world famous songs.

Thankfully, the books sat idle for a few years and didn't get moldy, and they held on to the empty home, fed off by cockroaches and rats, seemingly just waiting for her return.

The books are soaked in the hardships of playing the piano from the age of three. It wasn't until she passed the 10th grade exam at the age of 10 that she began to feel that playing the piano was very fun, because at this time she had been selected by the Children's Palace to perform with the troupe in her spare time, and once even took a long plane to tour Europe.

How happy I was that time, my mother bought a princess dress for herself, and she stood in the newspaper with a bunch of children in the princess dress, and she stood in the middle of the front row. Once, she longed for her photos to be discovered by her father, and then came to find her and her mother.

Because she firmly believes that her father is not dead, otherwise her mother would pay tribute every year.

Mom didn't pay tribute, which means that Dad didn't die, but just lied to himself and went to a far away place.

Slowly, her hope for her father turned into despair, and she believed in her heart that his father was dead......

This princess dress is still there, but unfortunately it is yellowed. Mother's ashes were wrapped in several layers of black cloth and placed next to the skirt.

One white and one black, this is all that childhood and youth left to themselves.

In a few minutes, she'll leave here with these things and head back to Shanghai.

The place where I lived for 18 years is now both familiar and strange, and more sad.

There was the sound of rain. It's raining? No, the sun was shining outside the window, and it was the piano song "KISS THE RAIN" playing.

The caller on the phone screen shows the name of Miemon Building.