The afternoon sun was still bright, and Mu Danchen drove out of the intersection of the small village slowly driving the noble black purple that was illuminated by the sun.

Luo Yi reluctantly looked out the window, and from the clear rearview mirror, looking at the intersection of the village that was getting farther and farther away from them, she suddenly felt a little sentimental.

The reluctant parting with the old people just now is still vivid.

"Xiao Luo, in this bamboo basket, it is lotus root flour packed in oiled paper bags, you remember to eat some every day. In this wine urn here, there is the mulberry wine you like to drink, and in this jar, it is the black glutinous rice that has just been brewed, and you can drink it in two months, which is better than mulberry wine. Remember, in the future, you and Xiao Mu will often come to see Uncle Liang and Aunt Liang. ”

The rough hand of the aunt took her hand warmly, and lovingly told her about the souvenirs that Liang Bo and Mu Danchen put into the trunk of the car.

"This basket here is freshly picked grapes and passion fruit, what about this..."

The aunt babbled to her about the trunk that was about to be stuffed.

Luo Yi kept nodding slightly, and a trace of mist gradually appeared in her eyes, spreading the fog that blocked her vision.

Everything was ready, when she hugged her aunt who was also reluctant and sat in the passenger seat, Liang Bosai came over with a small bamboo basket with 2 layers, and the aunt lowered her head outside the window of the glass and carefully advised:

"The upper layer is the lotus root fragrant balls made of lotus root, and the lower layer is the lotus root crisp box, if you are hungry on the road, eat it as a snack, don't be hungry."

Aunt stretched out her hand and touched Luo Yi's face, her vicissitudes of life but gentle eyes, and there was also a wet intention slowly spreading, she really didn't want such a good girl.

Although he was reluctant, it was finally the time to part, Mu Danchen started the car, and the dark purple mini slowly drove away from the foot of the mountain and drove towards the intersection of the small village.

Luo Yi looked at the figures of the two old men with teary eyes in the rearview mirror of the car, still waving his hand to them as they gradually moved away.

Next to the old man, the small cart with three wheels parked is the one full of gifts of love. It followed them along the winding stone path and over the quaint little stone bridge that led to the base of the mountain.

The sensitive Mu Danchen clenched the steering wheel, and of course he felt her slightly depressed mood. In fact, he was also a little sentimental, after all, he had not been here for two years, and this time he only stayed for less than two days, if it was in the past, he would have stayed for at least three or five days before leaving.

"Luoyi, don't be sad, when you want to come, I can bring you at any time."

His low, magnetic voice only added to Roy's sentimentality, and she pulled out the tofu handkerchief he had given her to wipe her sweat from the sunrise in the morning, pressed it between her moist brows, and sucked away the tears.

She's never been a sentimental person, so why has she suddenly become so vulnerable all this time?

Putting down the plaid handkerchief, she sniffed on her slender nose, and her voice was a little hoarse:

"Thank you, Brother Mu."

She raised her hand holding the handkerchief:

"I'll wash this handkerchief and return it to you."

"It's okay, you can keep it."

This was his heart's letter, and he was desperately willing to keep her. Every time she picked up the handkerchief, she would think of him and the good times they had together.

"Thanks, no need."

Her refusal made him cranky and excited, and instantly returned to its hidden position.

No, it doesn't matter, he's fully prepared to move forward. For her, he is strong enough and unyielding, and indomitable.

His lips moved, and he thought about saying something more, to comfort Luo Yi, who was a little depressed.

But Loi's gaze stayed in the scenery outside the car window, she didn't seem to want to speak anymore, just wanted to quietly settle in the ethereal thoughts.

Pursing his lips, he chose to look at the road that was gradually becoming wider in front of him, and concentrate on his current duty - driving.

Luo Yi, who turned her head sideways, was indeed immersed in ethereal thoughts, she looked at the scenery outside the window, but she was so confused that she had no focus.

The two old men who were so amiable and kind reminded her of the magnolia tree in the depths of the alley in her hometown, in a two-story ancient house, where there lived an old man who was also kind and spirited, Grandma Yun.

When I think of this, of course, I inevitably think of someone.

She remembered that cool face, and because of what she said at the time, he buried the idea of joining the army, and hid everything about her secret conscription...

Tears slipped silently, snaking a tortuous and moving trace on her smooth cheeks...

Why... Why... The thought of him, her heart... It still hurts...

Gently close your eyes and soak up the moisturized glow of your long lashes, adding a touch of moisture along the stream on your cheeks. Finally, it crept into the lilac placket, as if it had never appeared.

Mu Danchen took the opportunity to look in the rearview mirror and glanced at her, but he only saw black and satin-like hair.

She shouldn't be fine.

Retracting his gaze, he redirected his gaze to the flat asphalt road ahead.

At this moment, the mobile phone fixed in front of the steering wheel, constantly flashing the screen, pressed Bluetooth, and he whispered:

"Xiaofeng, what are you looking for me?"

"Oh, out there these days, now? I'm on my way back now, and I'm estimated to be at school in another hour and a half. ”

"Eat?"

Mu Danchen hesitantly turned his head to look at Luo Yi, who was still tilting his head sideways.

"I'll go back to school later, um, um, okay, goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, the car continued to drive forward smoothly, soft and soothing music, echoing in the small space, beautiful, and quiet.

Immersed in sad thoughts, Luo Yi was half asleep and half awake in a daze, and in the dream that was difficult to distinguish between true and false, she saw the face that seemed to be like a bone, a face that made her heart ache.

In a trance, she stretched out her slender fingertips, using her full fingertips to gently and delicately trace the pair of sword eyebrows that she liked so much.

The thick black eyebrows that fly into the sideburns contain wisdom and perseverance, and in her eyes, it is so good-looking.

In a daze, Luo Yi vaguely heard Mu Danchen's deliberately suppressed voice, and she struggled to wake up from her trance.

Opening her eyes that were still a little hazy and blinking, she raised her hand to brush away the strands of hair that had fallen down, and quietly wiped the back of her plain white hand to her cheeks, silently erasing the half-dried marks on her face.

"Luo Yi, I'll send you directly to the girls' dormitory in a while, and I'll help you get your things."

"Okay."

Along the asphalt road sprinkled with magnificent glow, like an endless asphalt, the car is like a brilliant color, adding a touch of beautiful color to this beautiful glow.

Nearly 90 minutes later, they drove into the familiar school gate, and then turned into the path leading to the dormitory, where the dark purple mini stopped at the bottom of the girls' dormitory.

After getting out of the car, Mu Danchen and Luo Yi took out the souvenirs in the trunk one by one and put them on the steps of the dormitory, Mu Danchen first carried a few bamboo baskets to the dormitory, and Luo Yi waited for him to come down, and then took the rest of the things together.

With her head down, she swiped the screen on her phone to tell her close friends that she was back safely at school.

At this time, an unfamiliar female voice called her name with great certainty.

"Lo... Depend on? ”

She looked up at the person in confusion.

"You are?"

An extremely beautiful hand, with lightning speed, fanned her head-on.

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