Su Zhuoer readjusted her mood, wiped away her tears, put the newspaper back in its place and walked out of the library.

At this time, her mood was still very heavy, and her jacket pocket was full of photos of her father and mother cut out of those newspapers, ready to keep a memory, after all, she did not even have a picture of them, and even their faces gradually faded in her mind, and she wanted to keep them.

Suddenly, she wanted to go back to the days when she was a child, when her parents were around. The only place that carries my dreams is the Primary School of Sing Ying College.

When I was a child, Daddy and Mommy would often drive to pick up me and my brother. In front of the small carved wrought iron door, I and my brother always hold hands and wait for them (her), but more often than not, they walk home alone, and they have been self-reliant children since childhood.

Su Zhuoer reminisced about the happy times in the past alone, and slowly, she came to the front of the primary school department.

It's still the same as when I was in elementary school, the only thing that has changed is that the houses and trees that I used to think were tall now look so short and small.

It's lunch break, and the students in the primary school are supposed to be on lunch break, so the whole elementary school is quiet, except for an old man who is sitting in the janitor's room napping, his wrinkled nose, a pair of golden reading glasses almost crooked down his flat nose, he is still the same kind and kind old doorman as before.

Su Zhuo'er was a little excited to find this, and she walked in softly and came to the classroom where she had studied before.

Suddenly, the beautiful memories of his childhood played automatically in his mind like a movie.

Suddenly, a boy with amber hair broke into his sea of memories, his handsome face, shallow smile, cute mischievousness, these sounds and smiles that he was once so familiar with.

"Leng Zhuo, you have to remember, you are my little bride of Dongfang Zehan!"

"Crying is a sign of cowardice, and I hate cowardly people the most!"

This immature voice swirled in Su Zhuoer's mind. "Dongfang Zehan, where are you?" Su Zhuo'er suddenly held her head in her hands, her eyes were full of tears and she shouted into the empty grass, and then she ran away without warning.

And not far away, Mu Zehan finally came out of a hidden bush, only to see him hook the corners of his lips, "Zhuo'er, you finally remember me!" His bewitching phoenix eyes shone with a strange luster, and his lips curled into a beautiful arc.

So he also walked in the direction that Su Zhuoer left.

Su Zhuoer easily arrived in front of the garden where she had played as a child, only to see that the white wooden fence was wrapped with evergreen ivy all year round, and some of the paint had peeled off, revealing the bare raw wood.

It's late autumn, and the flowers are already withering.

Even if the cold wind is noisy among the fir trees, and the whole garden is only seen in the days when the leaves are falling, it will still remind people of the past adventure, that story, that admonition.

When the first spring flowers bloomed again on the banks of the new ivy, and the first migratory birds skimmed the clear blue sky, everything seemed to have never changed, until one day, even if no one expected it, as if it had been arranged, a small blue bud had been looking up on the slender morning glory stem.

Su Zhuo'er gently pushed open the fence door that only reached her waist, and walked into the garden of her dreams with dead leaves all over the ground.

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