On the way home to lead Farrell, Lian Yin and he were silent.

It was a silence that leaned more towards embarrassment.

The two didn't even make much eye contact. Because the other party is different in his own eyes, if he sees too much, he will have a very awkward and weird feeling.

Especially for Farrell.

Along the way, because of Farrell's outstanding and delicate facial features and model-like tall figure, many passers-by paid attention to him, especially some young girls, and the looked at him without embellishment.

Farrell didn't like these too straightforward glances, and he felt like he was going to be eaten in the next second.

In order to avoid this naked gaze, he couldn't help but move closer to Lianyin, but as he approached, he noticed that Lianyin was different from what he remembered, and the action of approaching turned into pulling back to the original distance.

Lian Yin had already noticed his tangled little movements, but even she herself was surrounded by disbelief, where did she still have the leisure to take care of his emotions.

At the kind female classmate, she and Farrell found a tacit understanding together in shock, and didn't say anything more. After sincerely thanking the other party for their kindness in taking Farrell in the past few days, she quickly took Farrell's luggage, led him home.

Fortunately, the way home was not far away, and when Farrell was welcomed into his house, and as soon as the door was closed, Lian Yin dared to release his stormy waves, and looked at the young man in front of him in shock.

Farrell's attention was distracted by the interior decoration, simple furniture, simple style, and indescribable sense of coldness, which was very different from the home he remembered for the legato, but it inexplicably felt that it was in line with the feeling of the legato.

"Are you really Farrell?" Lian Yin asked in disbelief, with a slight tremor in his voice. She knew it was a strange question, but she couldn't help it.

After all, in her knowledge and memory, Farrell was a person who did not exist in the real world. Moreover, he is dead!

Farrell died at the height of his prime, from depression that she didn't know when.

But now, Farrell stood vividly in front of her, still with a young and immature face, just like the one she remembered and preserved.

As for the question of ligato, in fact, Farrell wanted to ask her in turn. Is she really a legato?

Why is she so much more mature than he remembers.

Hasn't Lien been away from Barcelona for just over two months? Why doesn't it look like so?

And the photo of her in his hand, why did the person who helped him find Ligato say that it was an old photo? It was obviously taken before the legato left.

These questions weighed on his heart, but he didn't dare to ask them. Just thinking about it for himself already made him panic, and he was a little afraid to touch the truth.

Because of Farrell's confusion and silence, the two entered the mode of staring at each other with wide eyes.

It was a long time before the silence was broken by legato.

She suddenly asked, "Farrell, how old are you?" In fact, there were still many questions, but she didn't dare to throw them out, for fear of scaring the teenager opposite.

Farrell came back to his senses from the silence mode, and suddenly he was not very willing to answer the question of the legato. But looking at Lian Yin's waiting eyes, he couldn't refuse her all along, so he could only bite the tip of his tongue and answer: "Seventeen." ”

Seventeen. Seventeen......

Lian Yin didn't know what to follow in the next sentence, and his head became even more chaotic, and the position of the chaos to the temples followed the sudden beat.

She couldn't help but raise her hand to press it.

Farrell's eyes were nowhere to be placed, so he stared at her every move, seeing her show a headache, for some reason, he was a little at a loss, and some irrepressible sadness surfaced.

What the hell is going on?

He controlled his emotions for many days, but at this moment tears began to roll in his eyes, he didn't want them to fall, he tried to hold them back, so he kept blinking.

When Legato rubbed the corners of his forehead and looked at Rael again, he saw that he was trying to control his emotions.

The boy is just as he remembers, but the world is very different.

"What the hell is going on, and why are you here?" She finally asked the biggest question, and at the same time couldn't help but reach out and touch his arm, to confirm if it was an illusion that would disappear at one touch.

Farrell felt her tentative touch, and his face was suddenly soaked with grievance.

Pursing the corners of his mouth, he said, "You said that you would call me when you return to your hometown, but I missed your call." I've been waiting for you to contact me again, but you haven't. I'm coming for you. After saying that, he hung his head, not wanting to say, because he missed that person so much, he ran away to a completely unfamiliar country alone, and he didn't even understand the language.

Lianyin looked at Farrell, and in a trance, it was as if time had begun to go backwards, back to the time and space of Barcelona.

Yes, in that world, she had made a promise to contact Farrell after she returned home from Barcelona with her mother. But when she called, Farrell didn't answer.

She still remembers the beginning of her return to her hometown at that time, she also followed Farrell's team for a while, but the time difference was the relationship, the team's games were usually in the middle of the night, and there was no replay to watch in China, she stayed up late to watch it twice before being caught by her dance teacher.

The dance teacher scolded her for saying how a dancer could put his mind on something completely irrelevant. If she likes football, she shouldn't have come to learn dance, she should have switched to playing football.

As a result, the dance teacher even banned her from watching TV. Later, she also tried to contact Farrell again, but the jet lag and full training always made her unable to find a perfect opportunity, and ushered in a repeated miss.

Gradually, because of the heavy training and various reasons, she slowly forgot about this young man.

I think that people at the end of the world live very well and happily, with countless glories, and they don't need to bother with their old friends. But I didn't expect that when I got the news again, it was the other party who had already passed away.

Lian Yin had listened to Farrell's explanation, but still hadn't answered her doubts. What she wanted to know was how Farrell had come from another world to this world.

Or is it that the world she is in now is not her own world, but a world with Farel.

Or is there a Farrell in this world?

But the most important thing was probably how she could explain to Farrell that he was seventeen, and that she was twenty-four, a full seven years older than him, and that she was no longer the same age he remembered.

In addition to her name and looks, how could she reintroduce herself to him?