Sun Yingchen turned his head and took the pendant, below is a pink gourd, but the workmanship is not very high-quality, it can even be said to be a little naïve, but there is a round hollow photo frame on it, which is obviously a family of three, very happy, it is not difficult to see that this is when the driver was young, and the woman next to him is smiling very happily, and the children on the side should be more naughty, after all, the pink skirt is stained.

"On the left is my wife, I love her very much, we have a child, she is very cute." The happy smile on the driver's face can't fool anyone.

Gradually, Sun Yingchen was infected by the smile in the photo, and her panicked heart gradually calmed down.

"Three years ago...... They're all gone, it's a plane crash. The driver's voice gradually lowered, with a suffocating feeling.

Sun Yingchen looked up at him, his side face was very calm, he couldn't see any sad expression, he seemed to be telling someone else's story, it was hard to imagine how he spent the past three years.

"At the beginning, I always felt that they were still there, just living in an invisible corner, and I didn't even dare to imagine that until the day of my burial, I still didn't want to believe that they had left me, left me forever." The driver said with a gloomy look on his face.

"I'm sorry." Sun Yingchen subconsciously apologized.

The driver quickly walked out of his grief: "If you think it's your matter that caused me to apologize, in fact, you don't have to, I just want to tell you that I love them very much, although they have left, but if I am still immersed in grief, I believe that if they are alive they don't want to see me so decadent, so I used a while, gradually came out, I haven't forgotten them, I miss them every day, but I know that they are still by my side." ”

Sun Yingchen looked at him, it was hard to imagine that a person who was over half a hundred years old would be so enlightened, but he still stayed in the same place of sadness and refused to move half a cent.

When the destination arrived, she didn't want to walk around, just watched the people around her come and go, all kinds of people, they were all in a hurry, and there was no shortage of tourists at the destination who followed the tour guide, and everyone walked in a hurry.

On the contrary, a person like Sun Yingchen who is alone in human form seems a little out of place.

A café with hyacinths planted at the door was particularly eye-catching, and Sun Yingchen walked in before he knew it.

Soon, a service staff stepped forward and asked, "How many ladies are there?" ”

"One."

Sun Yingchen sat in a position by the window, she had just ordered a cup of hot chocolate, although the service staff was very puzzled, their coffee was very famous, and everyone who came here would taste the authentic coffee, but she was different.

Sun Yingchen drank hot chocolate, the mellow chocolate taste was her favorite, not only because it was sweet, but it would also make people feel calm, but the waiter was still paying attention to her, how could Sun Yingchen not know her intentions, and said: "Pack a latte, I'll make it when I leave." ”

The waiter left happily, it seems that everyone is happy differently, a waiter wants to recommend the good to you, and you naturally pay, then for her, it is a happy thing.

Although the driver uncle is middle-aged, he thinks that he is carrying the life of his deceased wife and children, although the past is very painful and sad, but the future is still worth looking forward to and cherishing.

As for herself, it is obviously very difficult to support, Sun Yingchen has not thought that time is the medicine that cures everything, but when everything that can affect her voice is made, the decisive decision becomes very fragile.

When Sun Yingchen walked back with coffee, it was noon, the sun was hot, she didn't know if Zhou Miao had woken up after ordering this, but she didn't answer when she called back to the hotel just now.

Sun Yingchen lowered her head and continued to call her, but still no one answered.

The upright hotel has just checked in a group of tourists, perhaps because of its relatively high status, and the water at the door is blocked.

"Okay, room 706 wait."

Suddenly, such a familiar voice sounded again, Sun Yingchen turned around abruptly and ran in the direction of the sound, but there were too many people in front of her, so she could only run towards the front with great difficulty.

Suddenly, his body was stunned, the coffee he was holding in his hand was spilled on the ground, and the warm liquid splashed Sun Yingchen's shoes.

"Xiao Chen, what are you doing?" Zhou Miao was sleeping well in the hotel, but suddenly the phone rang, I thought it was a wake-up service, who knew that today the front desk said that Sun Yingchen was in a trance at the front desk looking for a person named Bai Siyuan, Zhou Miao heard it, this thing was broken, no wonder she didn't let herself go out.

Zhou Miao was very worried, afraid that she would continue to live in lies in the most stupid way, so she came out to look for her, and just came out and saw Sun Yingchen walking along the crowd inside, Zhou Miao called her, but Sun Yingchen didn't seem to hear it, so she dragged her.

"Zhou Miao, I heard Bai Siyuan's voice." The moment Sun Yingchen turned around, Zhou Miao was startled, and then pulled her, trying to pull her out of the crowd.

"You must have heard it wrong, how could Bai Siyuan be here, he is dead, Sun Yingchen, how many times have you asked me to say it, a dead person, how do you see him here, is it a ghost?!" Zhou Miao was a little angry, angry that she couldn't see it until now.

Sun Yingchen didn't want her to say too much, shook off her hand, and ran straight ahead: "It must be him, it must be him, I won't hear it wrong." ”

Zhou Miao was so angry, but she still ran with her.

Soon, the pedestrians at the door had dispersed, and everyone returned to their rooms, and the originally congested people at the door had been cleaned, where was Bai Siyuan's figure.

Sun Yingchen looked around, and finally she still cried, squatting helplessly on the ground, whimpering and crying.

Zhou Miao stood helplessly to accompany her, and now she didn't even know how to comfort her except for companionship.

The wind around is quiet, and if it weren't for the rustling of the leaves, it would not seem like the wind was coming.

Sun Yingchen didn't know how long he had been squatting in place, the ugly coffee on his white shoes, and the auditory hallucinations just now, everything was filled with the aroma of coffee in the afternoon.

Finally Zhou Miao spoke: "Sun Yingchen, how long do you have to deceive yourself, I know that you love Bai Siyuan very much, but didn't you love Lu Wei at that time?" Why can you accept that you have nothing to do with Lu Wei, but you can't give up Bai Siyuan, or ...... Sun Yingchen, you are serious. ”

Zhou Miao said this very cruelly, even if it was serious, how could he never forget a dead person.