After saying goodnight to An Jianing, I went back to the bedroom, tossed and turned for a long time, and couldn't sleep, so I simply got up, sat down on the bay window, and looked up at the sky.

The rain had stopped, the clouds were changing rapidly, and the wind must have been very strong in the sky, just like the storm that had stirred up in my heart when I suddenly embraced me.

My heart is a sand dune, calm on the surface, empty except for the gravel, and the sun shining on the dunes, warm and brilliant.

The storm mercilessly blew away all the whitewashed yellow sand, revealing the abyssal cliffs that had long been eroded and steep, shattering the surface.

I accuse Alpha of not understanding my past with An Jianing, but how can I understand? When I was a child, we all lived in the compound of the research institute, and his house was upstairs from my house, and we went to school together, got out of school together, and did homework and games together before our parents came back.

He inherited Uncle Ann's excellent genes and was smart from a young age, and I, as the daughter of an engineer, also have a special interest in circuit boards, either dismantling his pen today or studying his toys with great interest tomorrow.

It's just that the talent seems to be average, and in the end, either it can't be assembled, or it is finally installed and a bunch of parts are added.

I was always weak-hearted, he never got angry, just smiled and took it back, patted my head and said don't be naughty next time.

He was only a day older than me, but much more mature than me. Always, always, it's been the object of my admiration.

It wasn't until I was fifteen or sixteen years old, when others had already passed the age of the beginning of love, that I vaguely understood that my dependence and attachment to him seemed to be called love.

But by that time, we were getting farther and farther apart. An Jianing is the object of the stars in the school, with good grades, good appearance, good work, and politeness.

The teacher likes it, the classmates pay attention to it, and the love letters received every day don't even repeat the tricks. I didn't go home with me for a long time, and I always smiled apologetically and said, "I still have something to do, you can go back by yourself first, Lin Xiaoya." "At that time, Uncle An and Aunt Song had not yet divorced, and Aunt Song would always ask jokingly when she saw me coming back alone,

"Is our Jianing going on a date again?" Then one day, I finally couldn't help but ask him cautiously,

"An Jianing, you say, what if someone confesses to me?" He didn't look back, and while sorting out the bookcase, he said, "What kind of person, do you want me to help you take a look?" If you think it's good, you can try it. I sighed, and my mood hit rock bottom, realizing that he really had no interest in me, who was always dragging my feet.

Later, at the high school graduation party, I distinctly remember that I had drunk a lot, had a splitting headache, and my steps were unsteady, but my consciousness was still very clear.

An Jianing came home with me after a long absence, and I sat on the guardrail of the bridge, squinting and smiling, and said to him: "You're going to New Zealand, when are you leaving?" ”

"There's still a month to go, and I'll leave when school is about to start." He pulled me down as he spoke, saying dangerous, don't be naughty.

I leaned on the guardrail, smiling and leaning back,

"You, you, always treat me like a child. I'm eighteen, and I'm not eight years old, so where can I be naughty. An Jianing's long eyebrows twisted and she stretched out her hand to me, and I leaned forward and leaned on his shoulder...... Later, the events of that night became a chasm between us, and the reason why I had not had any contact with him for seven years.

Unconsciously, An Jianing's eyes that had just stared at me in the dark came to mind, and I felt a kind of déjà vu in my eyes.

How could it be, sleepy, I smiled bitterly and lay back on the bed.