No one opened her mouth to stop her.

Buyanxi walked away slowly.

Not wanting to go back to the show, she simply walked slowly along Charlen Avenue, aimlessly kicking the stones on the side of the road.

The moon is rarely seen on a deep winter night, especially in the city, where the clouds are always misty.

A banner drifted over her head in the wind.

She subconsciously raised her head and saw a crescent moon hanging high in the night sky.

Such a night seems to be easy to recall the past, whether it is sad or happy, it is very vivid.

Bu Yanxi remembered Ming Yuyan.

Although they are now back in touch again, every time she replies to his message, she remembers the days when she was blocked by him. Yesterday, he jokingly asked her, "What did you post before, show me the screenshot?" She pretended not to see it, and then pulled away from the conversation.

Everything seems to be back to normal, and it seems to have changed a lot.

A few days later, Ming Yuyan told her that Yijia had sent an obituary, and he and Wang Chengxi had to go to Yijia on weekends and couldn't come to see her.

At first glance, she was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that they used to go out on dates on weekends, and sometimes they felt that they had nowhere to go, so they would hold hands and walk on the side of the road, which was a very warm thing that had not been seen for a long time.

[Well, I'll talk about it next time.] 】

Bu Yanxi slowly typed this sentence, stared at it without any waves in her heart for a while, and added a [cute] expression.

Ding Chang Chang –

At the same time, in a café in East Tenth Square, the wind chimes in front of the door swayed in the wind, and a blonde and blue-eyed Western man walked straight to the corner table, unbuttoned his suit and sat down.

"It's a ticket to London tomorrow morning." He spoke fluent Chinese and pushed the folder in his arms to the other side, "Grandma said, you can't stay here anymore, they will find out about you sooner or later, I will leave the aftermath, the admission procedures in London have been completed." ”

Opposite him, the boy with most of his face pressed under the black baseball cap leaned over slightly, and a hand piercing the bewitching tulip slowly picked up the folder on the table, as if weighing it, "What else is there besides the ticket?" ”

"£10,000 in cash in case you need it on the road."

With a chuckle, Yi Shihan raised his head slightly, revealing amber eyes that seemed to be smiling, "It's really unsettling to be so kind to me." He opened the folder, took out the ticket, and pushed the folder back untouched, "Arrange for me to accept it, and forget the money." ”

"It's my aunt's kindness."

"I don't want this little favor." The boy playfully put away the ticket, "You know. ”

"Of course." "We will keep our promises, and I hope you don't forget what you said." ”

"Don't worry." Yi Shihan smiled slightly, stood up and patted the non-existent ash on his coat, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first." ”

"Your adoptive father is mourning today." Seeing him turn around, the man couldn't help but kindly remind, "You should go home." ”

The boy paused slightly, but turned his head and smiled slightly, "I've seen their faces for more than ten years, and I'm tired of seeing them for a long time." He replied without a beginning or an end, and he lifted his feet and left.

Before leaving, he had to meet someone.

Yi Shihan went to the civil aviation flight high school in the east of the city.

He waited patiently for a long time under the camphor tree on the side of the road, and finally saw a certain girl walking hand in arm with a friend—he had already found out the information about this person.

In the distance, the two girls seemed to be talking about something interesting, her face was full of bright smiles, her long black hair fluttered in the wind, and she had a slim and beautiful temperament.

When they finally approached, he stepped out from behind the camphor tree and unhurriedly blocked his way.

"Long time no see."

The warm sunset poured out a tall and slanting shadow, and his mouth raised his usual gentle smile, but the eyes of one of the girls were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

"Gao Xiaotong."