"I'm going back, my colleague is still waiting for me." Sun Meng said and walked in the direction of the car.

Zhang Jie seems to have repaired the car as well, and he is paying for it. Sun Meng got into the car with his feet up, wanted to start the car, and drove the car to the door of the repair shop to meet him, but found that he couldn't do anything.

"Hey, can you help me? If we don't go back, my colleague and I should be late, and we are in a hurry to meet a client. She exclaimed.

He walked slowly, but took Sun Meng's hand: "Why do you want to go back?" With me, we are together, never to be separated again. ”

Sun Meng shook off his hand: "No, I made an appointment with the customer, I don't want to lose my job." ”

But no matter how hard she tried, her body was always light and fluttering, and the car just didn't move.

Sun Meng was anxious, touched his forehead anxiously, and questioned whether he was sick?

It was quiet all around, except for the repair shop, there was no one there, and she complained to herself, she really didn't know why she drove her car to such a place. Heart, anxious to die.

"Look, that's where we used to live, don't you remember it at all?" He pointed to the side in the direction of the temple. Following his gesture, Sun Meng couldn't help but look over, there was a small river lying quietly, and at the top of the river was a thatched house.

"You once said that although the thatch is weak, it keeps out the wind and rain, warm and full, so I keep it in its original state every year, just waiting for a person to come, Xiaoxiao, that is our hut, it is the place where I lived with you."

He said softly and sadly.

"Tiny? Are you calling me? I'm not called Tiny. Sun Meng's heart couldn't help but get nervous, and when he saw her doubts, he frowned.

"Xiaoxiao is your name a few lifetimes ago, and it is forever Xiaoxiao in my heart."

Sun Meng was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously stepped back.

Is this man in front of you a madman? Why can't I understand what I am saying? What millennium? What's tiny? She was really more and more confused, and she blamed herself in her heart, how could she have a love for a madman? I was a little frightened in my heart.

The man obviously didn't realize Sun Meng's fear, he walked over again, this time, his eyes were full of tears: "I'm so heartbroken, I've been waiting for you for a thousand years, and you don't have a shadow of me in your heart?" I am your lover, your husband. ”

"What?" This must be a madman, Sun Meng screamed in her heart, her mouth almost opened wide in shock, this kind of crazy words made her extremely scared, she thought, she had to get out of here quickly. Otherwise, he must be unsafe, and the words of a madman are as incredible as the Arabian Nights, who knows what restless things will be done in action.

Thinking like this, Sun Meng walked quickly in the direction of Zhang Jie, almost trotting, but no matter how fast she walked, she could always feel that the man was actually following behind her.

Finally, Sun Meng came to Zhang Jie, and he was still talking to the boss. Sun Meng told him to stop being verbose, let's leave quickly after repairing, and if I miss the time to meet with customers, you and I will not be able to explain to the company.

But Zhang Jie obviously ignored her and ignored Sun Meng's words.

So Sun Meng reached out to pull him, but he couldn't touch it.

Finally, Zhang Jie made a "bye-bye" gesture with the boss and walked in the direction of the car, he put the replaced tire on the ground into the trunk, opened the car door, and wanted to leave as if he didn't find that Sun Meng didn't exist.

Sun Meng hurriedly reached out and patted him on the shoulder again, signaling that he was coming back.

But Zhang Jie didn't react, Sun Meng's hand was like air, and he couldn't touch him all the time. She was frightened for a moment, and a thought in her heart told herself: Am I dead? This is only possible when people die, right?

Turning her head to look behind her, the crazy man was still looking at her, his eyes full of melancholy.