"If I don't go, I'll take a leave of absence." Mingyue waved her hand in disgust, "You really like to worry about it." ”

"How's that going to work?"

Two male voices sounded at the same time, the old and majestic belonged to Jin Zhenlin, and the cold and quiet originated from Jin Haofeng.

Mingyue disagreed, "Then why can't it?" ”

"I'm fine, you don't need to skip school to accompany me, besides, Xiaofeng will be at home recently, what else are you worried about?"

Playing with the glass, Mingyue said locally: "Emphasize again, people have leave, so they are not absenteeism, and they are not allowed to change their concepts." Besides, the two of you live in seclusion at the same time, and the company is not in chaos? I'm afraid of the state of panic. ”

Jin Haofeng wanted to say something, she raised her hand to stop it, shaking her white index finger, "Don't bargain, you will go to work after eating, I am responsible for being lazy at home, should life be so bad!" Haha......"

The laughter did not stop, and Mingyue had already gotten up and left, not giving them room to refuse.

The two men looked at each other and smiled, both expressions of helplessness and love.

……

Jin Haofeng went to work, Jin Zhenlin was urged by Mingyue to go back upstairs to rest, Hou's mother returned to her room after finishing her work, Mingyue stayed on the first floor, looking at the place where she had lived for twenty years.

The eyes fell on the spotless white piano, and the time has not diluted its elegance, nor can it take away the good memories of the past.

Grandpa Jin said that Jin Haofeng carefully wiped it every day, and no matter how busy he was, he would personally take care of everything she cherished, even if it was evidence that Mingyue and Haoxi had loved!

Sitting quietly in front of the piano, the spectrum still stayed on the page she turned a long time ago, Mingyue didn't know if this meant that Jin Haofeng's soul was also nostalgic for the past, pretending that those heart-rending partings and painful grievances had not been staged.

Mingyue hummed a familiar tone, but the hand on the black and white keys did not move, maybe one day she could play again, and obviously now was not the time.

Memories hit like a tidal wave, as if hearing those laughter, she knew that she couldn't feel the temperature that fascinated her, but she still stubbornly stroked the cold piano, so gentle that it seemed to touch her lover's skin.

There are some things that you can't face and choose to escape, in fact, you will be forced to accept them unconsciously; When you think that when you face up to that experience, tears will inevitably burst, but you don't understand that all the grief has melted into your blood.

Surprised by the peace of mind, Mingyue couldn't help but wonder, is it really as Feng Fan said, no matter how deep the love and hatred will become alive after a long time?

She still couldn't agree, Feng Fan's perception was nothing more than the love with Lang Qing'er that ended in a breakup, so it was inevitable to be extreme. Mingyue is convinced that unless she loses her memory and even forgets her name, it is impossible to forget the bits and pieces she has spent with Haoxi, and she will not abandon the traces he left in his life.

So, since there is a stubborn reluctance to forget, grief as an "accessory" cannot be buried......

So, Mingyue walked slowly to the stairs, with a faint sigh at each step, she went up the stairs to the third floor, turned right, and the second room.

The door was closed, and the golden handle was unscrewed, and a pure touch of blue pierced her eyes through the widening slit, piercing her heart without warning!

How could it be without warning? How much courage it takes to set foot here, Mingyue knew it all too well, so she repeatedly wanted to escape, the feeling of wanting to get close and away at the same time was like tearing her in half, and then ruthlessly pushing her into the abyss.