From a psychological point of view, "déjà vu" tends to occur in an emotionally unstable state and in the experience of a scene. This feeling happens to everyone, but if it is too frequent and too intense, it is a pathology. “

Am I sick? Still ......" Qiao Yan's thoughts began to drift, and the wind blowing on the seaside blew on her body, chilling. She took a deep breath, the uneasy and chaotic emotion weighing even more heavily in her heart.

"What's wrong?" Yu Chi Hongmin felt that she was strange.

Qiao Yan looked at him, and a vague and reluctant smile appeared on her lips. Wei Chihong's heart couldn't help jumping, he was also a little dazed, standing there, his hands in his pockets, his eyes staring at an unknown place in front of him.

The sun was sinking in the west, and Wan Xing came with his grandmother. When the old man saw the old grandmother, his face immediately glowed. The old woman bowed to the three of them and said one after another, "Thank you so much!" The old man bent over, and never took his eyes off the old woman after that. Although he suffers from Alzheimer's disease, his eyes are clearly full of happiness.

The old grandmother grabbed the old man's arm, and her tone was as gentle as if she was coaxing a child: "The child is his father, let's go home." ”

The old man innocently tilted his neck and smiled softly. The two old men supported each other and slowly walked away.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the gray hair of a pair of old people, the slightly rickety backs, and the figures leaning on each other, outlining an extremely warm and happy picture. The so-called "holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son", is that? Qiao Yan's eyes were sour and moved by the back of the sunset, and she took a picture of the moving scene with her mobile phone. Infinite emotion in my heart, this is the highest state of showing affection!

Qiao Yan turned her head sideways, and saw that Yu Chihong was also staring at the backs of the two old men, and the arc of his face was unusually soft. There are also Wan Xing, and there is a different kind of tenderness flashing in his eyes. The corners of her lips couldn't help but raise slightly, they were actually people with soft hearts.

After the old man's figure disappeared, Wan Xing took the lead in breaking the silence. "I have something to do, so I'll go first." She said to go, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Leaving Yu Chihong and Qiao Yan alone, Qiao Yan was a little cramped for no reason, and she didn't know what to say or do. She sighed lowly, took a few steps slowly, and looked up, she was shocked by the picture in front of her, and the whole sky was filled with layers of colorful glow, which were so gorgeous and emitting bright colors.

Yu Chihong's eyes were attracted by Qiao Yan. Qiao Yan stood slim on the beach, her long hair fluttering in the wind, bathed in a colorful glow. The rays of the setting sun shone on her hair, on her cheeks, and on her clothes...... She felt like she was in a human environment, like a transcendent fairy. This picture is so familiar, not "déjà vu", but a real experience. The same colorful glow, the same dusk, but a different seaside, a different ...... Person! He stood there with bated breath, looking at Qiao Yan dizzily.

Qiao Yan looked back, and it seemed that even the placket of her clothes had shaken off Caixia.

"Don't move!" Yu Chihong shouted loudly.

Qiao Yan stood still and looked at him in confusion.

Yu Chihong quickly took out the small camera he was carrying from his pocket, aimed it at Qiao Yan and pressed the shooting button.

"What are you filming me for?" Qiao Yan was puzzled,

Yu Chihong's eyes were dark and deep, with a thoughtful expression. "Have we seen each other before? I mean, before you came to the Public Security Bureau? ”

"I said I saw your back in the Misty Mountains." Qiao Yan said urgently.

"What about earlier?" Yu Chihong seemed to be exploring something.

"Earlier? Of course not. Qiao Yan denied it, "Unless you've been to the United States, we've met there." ”

Yu Chihong was silent and put the camera back in his pocket.

"You haven't answered yet, why did you take a camera at me?" Qiao Yan asked.

"I think the artistic conception is very beautiful, and I want to draw a picture." Yu Chihong said lightly.

"When did you start learning to draw?" Qiao Yan was quite interested in this, she knew that Wei Chihong's painting skills were not practiced overnight. He had a professional level, not only painting, but also an expert in sculpture, so at that time he was able to accurately judge that silicone was used for model reproduction.

"I've been learning on and off for a while." Wei Chihong didn't want to talk more, "Let's go, where are you going, I'll send you." ”

Qiao Yan wants to go back to Qiao's Mansion on Chalang Island, and she hasn't been back for many days. Wei Chihong said that he also wanted to go back to the houseboat, so the two took the ferry back to Zhulang Island together.

After going ashore, Qiao Yan saw that there were still posters of Shi Nara's concerts not long ago in many places, and remembered the scene when he and his fiancée Luo Yi performed the violin and piano ensemble "Lover Under the Roses" affectionately, and thought of the old couple who were in love with each other

It's a lot of emotion, happy people are all similar, but unfortunate people have their own misfortunes.

The sun had set, and the twilight had swam by. She looked up at the sky, and the clouds in the sky were no longer brilliant, but darkened.

"Can I go to your house for coffee?" Approaching the intersection of the respective sections, Yu Chihong suddenly asked.