Under the warm sun, Luo Yi rode home on a mountain bike at 12 o'clock at noon.

After arriving home, Luo Yi simply ordered himself a bowl of noodles in the kitchen.

Lunch for one person, simple and good.

With the steaming noodle soup, she exhaled as she slipped into her shriveled stomach.

In just 10 minutes, she lifted the elegant porcelain bowl, drank the last bite of the tomato-flavored soup, exhaled a breath of hot air contentedly, cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and the box packed this morning, dried her hands, and climbed up to the second floor back to her room.

Picked up the pajamas on the bed, walked into the bathroom and took a comfortable hot shower, she comfortably got into the quilt and set the alarm clock, then closed her eyes to make up for sleep.

She woke up too early today, and riding back and forth consumed a lot of physical strength, so as soon as she touched the pillow, she was already asleep.

It seems that she has only been asleep for a while, and the ringtone of her mobile phone wakes her up.

At 2:30, it's time to wake up.

After rolling around the bed twice reluctantly, she stretched deeply before she got up and got out of bed.

When she went out, she didn't forget to pick up a butter bag that was placed on the locker.

Turning several alleys with brisk steps, she walked into the depths of the alleys and stood in front of a two-story antique house.

In the late autumn when winter is approaching, the magnolia tree in front of the right side of the house with several years of growth rings has grown taller and straighter. The branches and leaves stretched out as far as they could could cover half of the sky in this quiet world.

The layers of blue-green leaves on the magnolia tree, some of which have been slightly yellowed, are blown by a cool breeze, and a few colorful butterflies fall in a row, slowly whirling and dancing in the air, only adding a little bleakness and withering to the approaching winter.

Walking to the dark red quaint little rocking chair under the tree, she raised her hand to sweep away the yellowish patches of the chair, and turned to sit down.

Grandma Yun should be coming out soon.

Through the gaps in the dense foliage, she looked up at the bits and pieces that fell like pieces that could not be pieced together

The dazzling light, secretly thought in the bottom of my heart.

In a flash, she remembered her and him again.

That time, it was the first time she took him to see Grandma Yun, and told him about the poignant love story between Grandma Yun and Grandpa Yan.

She will always remember when she said to him:

"Qiao Linxi, because of this story, I began to appreciate the resolute soldiers, their majesty, and their strength."

In the end, they broke up, so he also chose to become a soldier.

It's really like smoke in the past, like a world away.

Now that I think back to that scene at that time, it seems to be the memory left behind by her previous life because she didn't drink Meng Po soup, distant, but real.

Take a long breath to the sky, forget it, don't think about it, the past is like the wind, no longer reminiscing.

He rubbed his cheeks with both hands, and gently wiped away the trace of sorrow that had just been left behind because of the memories on his face.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

A slightly hoarse cough sounded, Luo Yi half-sat up, looked back at the door that was slowly opened, and a slightly clumsy figure staggered out of it.

Hurriedly got up from the chair, and Luo Yi quickly stepped forward.

"Grandma Yun, are you unwell? Have you ever seen a doctor? ”

A pair of small hands quickly wrapped around the old man's thin arm, and Luo Yi half-helped the old man out.

At this moment, Grandma Yun was obviously thinner than when she came back last time, and she looked a little sluggish, and even her face was no longer as red as before, and she looked a little pale and yellow.

"Ahem... Luo girl? ”

The old man looked at the girl in front of him for a long time before he asked in surprise.

In the voice, there is the joy of not seeing each other for a long time.

The last time I saw this girl, it was just in the summer, and now, it's almost winter.

(. = )