Walking out of the school gate, he waved a taxi, sat in the back seat of the car, and Mingyue reported a place name, and then lowered his head in silence, holding the bottle full of lucky stars with both hands, and his fingers tightened nervously.

The car stopped and walked in the city, moving at a somewhat slow pace, so slow that you could see the crowd on the sidewalk outside the car window, and their various expressions, whether real or imaginary.

As the car moved away from the downtown area, the speed increased considerably.

The road is lined with straight trees, and there is no sound except for the sound of car engines and the chirping of birds, and it is as secluded as a secluded paradise.

The road was flat, there were no bumps along the way, Mingyue closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, not seeing another taxi driving unhurriedly in the rearview mirror.

After getting out of the car, I didn't notice that in the distance, the car slowly slowed down and stopped......

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In the cemetery.

The evening breeze does not dissipate the breath of sadness all year round, and the slanting sun shines on the rows of cold stone tombstones, as if they have forgotten the circulation, or want to warm this cold and miserable for a moment.

In a depressing atmosphere, a pink figure suddenly appeared, and the sound of high heels stepping on the steps was ethereal like a bird in the mountains.

Mingyue was dressed up like a banquet, and her waist-length long hair hung down quietly. The tall and slender back, the color was too bright and dazzling, but it did not seem to be out of place with the surroundings, as if there was an innate sadness, mysteriously hovering around her.

With her hands on her chest, Mingyue hugged a bottle tightly, with such thin shoulders and such a cherished look, it seemed that she was holding the whole world, and as if it was her last glimmer of hope.

Walk up the stone steps.

The whole cemetery could only hear the regular sound of high heels, and there was silence all around, and even the treetops were afraid of disturbing the sleeping souls, and they stood still.

In a trance, I could hear that as far as the eye could see, the flowers placed in front of the tombstones by the people who came to mourn were silently withering......

Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five......

Every step up the stairs feels like a thousand pounds of weight.

Count to the fifty-second step and turn right, such a height makes Mingyue feel dizzy.

Step onto the platform and walk towards the fourteenth tombstone.

Even with her eyes closed, she could come here from any corner of the city;

Even if she loses her memory, she can still hear the call of a soul from anywhere in the world.

Just because he's here, right in her heart!

Mingyue's pace is very slow, like a casual walk, like knowing that no matter how late you are, your beloved will be waiting in place.

However, only she knew best that she only humbly hoped that this distance would never have a beginning, that they would still see each other every day, and that she was still the happy girl who didn't know how to worry.

Even if she is immersed in illusions, Mingyue is willing to turn a blind eye to the cruel reality for the sake of that person......

The Fourteenth Tombstone –

The fourteen strokes of "Xi", the 14 of "one lifetime", this is the true meaning of Mingyue's choice of this number......

In front of the tombstone, several bottles filled with lucky stars are neatly arranged.

Mingyue half-squatted down, gently put down the glass bottle in her arms, and carefully brushed off the dust on the bottle left before, she looked at the boy's smiling eyes in the photo.

I dressed up and wore high heels that I don't usually like, how about it? Isn't it amazing? That way you won't like others! Because I'm better looking than they are......

Mingyue stretched out her hand and gently stroked the face in the photo, like a naughty child teasing an adult who was taking a nap.

It's a pity.

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On a late autumn afternoon, there is an unfinished sheet music on the music shelf, and the boy lies in front of the white piano, his long eyelashes so quiet that he seems to have fallen asleep.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the leaves on the garden swings as the cold autumn breeze sweeps through.

Mingyue walked down the stairs while wiping her hair, wondering why the piano stopped abruptly.

Seeing the sleeping figure, it turned out that Haoxi was lazy! She snorted and said that she would compose a unique song for them, but she slept so comfortably while she was away!

Eyes moved, throwing away the towel, ignoring the dripping hair, Mingyue tiptoed closer, snickered and picked up the sheet music and looked at it, her fingers were in the void for a long time, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Quietly picking up the pen and thinking for a moment, she decided to draw a kitten on Haoxi's face and leaned over with bated breath.

"Ahh

Haoxi smiled and took the exclaimed Mingyue into his arms, snatched the pen, unscrewed the cap, dangled it in front of her eyes, and threatened with a wicked smile: "You dare to sneak attack me, see how I punish you." ”

"I was wrong!" Mingyue covered her face with her hands tightly, shook her head vigorously, not letting the other party have a chance, and still complained unrelentingly, "You are the most cunning, pretending to sleep to deceive such a simple person." "Hehe, it's always been her patent for the wicked to sue first.

"Okay, I won't tease you, with such a cute face, how can I be willing to draw things? You've always been the only one who bullied me. ”

Haoxi held her cool hand with one hand and put it in her arms, she found a comfortable angle, leaned on his warm chest with peace of mind, wet hair through the black knitted sweater, but Haoxi didn't realize it, hugged her tighter.

It's very strange that after every autumn, Mingyue's hands and feet are beyond the coldness of ordinary people, and she doesn't like to take medicine, so she can only work hard Haoxi A handsome boy is like a medicinal dietitian, studying all kinds of body-nourishing ingredients for her all day long, but fortunately, the situation has improved greatly with the accumulation of recuperation.

His other hand roamed the piano, and the sound of fallen leaves in the garden set off a whirlpool of happiness.

Mingyue closed her eyes and listened, and said in a coquettish voice: "Listen well, if you want a better name...... the last word was so light that it was almost inaudible.

Stroking her hair, Haoxi lowered his head and kissed her cheek, "Good, dry your hair and go back to your room to sleep." ”

Mingyue rubbed it in his arms coquettishly, so as not to go back to sleep, his arms were the most comfortable nests.

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In the living room, the air conditioner was turned on to the warmest, and on the expensive sofa, Mingyue lay on the boy's lap, letting him dry his hair for him, and he fell into deep thought.

Her hair was as thick as a waterfall, and her white fingers ran through her fragrant and silky hair.

Until her hair was blown dry, Mingyue was still frowning in distress, why couldn't she think of a name that matched enough?

Haoxi held her hand holding the pen and wrote "The First Movement of Love" on the paper one by one.

He smiled and said that every day with her was full of freshness and inspired him in music, and he believed that when they stayed together until their twilight years, when their children and grandchildren were full, and when they sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to watch the sunset, they must have already written countless music of their love!

Because he is so determined, she is also convinced, trusting him, even more than believing in herself.

Mingyue lay on Haoxi's lap and found a comfortable angle to fall asleep.

He patted her on the shoulder and hummed softly to the melody from the sheet music.

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