The busy streets, the flashing neon, turn into colorful polygonal light spots in people's eyes, turning the street scene at night into a dream. The car carrying the homecoming person sped by on the road, and the flowing headlights were like a falling star, pulling out a long tail of light, and suddenly flashing in front of him.

The People's Square, with its huge black stone sculptures, is at its most lively in the season. Crowds of people come out to relax in the coolness of the summer nights, and cheerful music and a variety of light dance steps echo over the square. Shi Jiaojiao chose a place relatively far away from the crowd and sat neatly on the edge of the square, on the multi-step stairs like the stadium stands. Beside her was a crisp black paper pouch that made a subtle noise from time to time in the wind.

The woman's light-colored skirt stood out against the gray background, and she curled up weakly, stretching her neck, looking at the limit of her vision at the moment, the undulating silhouette lines of the complex. The wind came and went freely in the empty square, cool, close to the skin of pedestrians. The fine hair floated to her cheeks, tickling people, Shi Jiaojiao blinked and seemed to come back to her senses, and reached out to brush the hair that was half blown into her mouth behind her ears.

Shi Jiaojiao let go of her knee-hugging hand, revealing a blue notebook on her lap. "Huh." She looked up at the unclear sky, smiled for no reason, and looked down at what was on her knee, her pointed fingers caressing the uneven leather surface for an unknown number of times.

Shi Jiaojiao never thought that the notebook that Tang Jianyu gave him would be lost and regained and returned to his hands.

On that afternoon when a torrential rain was brewing, Zhang Kun said conclusively that he threw it away, "If you're lucky, it's already turned into recycled paper." She could not forget the feeling of loss, and it was as if someone had uprooted her heart from her chest, leaving a bleeding pit, and there was nothing but the pain of pulling......

And at this moment, the cover of this book is densely written with her and Tang Jianyu's handwriting, the front and back cover, if you continue to use it, the two handwriting will definitely coincide on a certain page of the notebook, which seems to absorb time, and the weight that people have experienced who have touched it, is heavily pressed on Shi Jiaojiao's legs, the leather still feels warm, and the edge of the silver flower font has been a little worn.

Unexpectedly, the mature giant Zhang Kun would tell such a childish lie to a woman. How could he keep the notebook that Shi Jiaojiao got from Tang Jianyu for a long time? And why did she take it out when she asked him for help?

At that time, Shi Jiaojiao resolutely announced the end of the relationship between the two, and Zhang Kun was in a happy mood, and the pain depression left in the hopeless Shi Jiaojiao's heart was cured and filled in by Tang Jianyu, who had already given away the notebook. Zhang Kun knew that their relationship had been consummated, and they no longer needed any tokens to rely on. Because of this, with the mood of destruction, the notebook left in his hand became a blue four-edged sword, and if he held it in his hand, he would cut the flesh of his palm.

This token is not sharp, but it hurts unexpectedly when you touch it, so you can only let go.

"What is this?" When Shi Jiaojiao took the black paper bag from Zhang Kun's hand, her heart was full of fear, she was afraid of Zhang Kun's gift, and the surprise he gave was always accompanied by fright. Zhang Kun looked at the woman with the black and red door as the background color, her small and delicate face was even whiter because of nervousness. Puzzled, with a panicked look, it was like the first time in the town, when he rolled down the window of the car and saw her, still wearing a middle school uniform.

It would be nice if he had never met her, he hated her so much that he couldn't let go of his worries.

"It's your stuff." Zhang Kun tilted his neck and whispered, looking at Shi Jiaojiao's imminent reaction. She is truly a very vivid woman! The fox who opened the bag, the surprise at the moment when he encountered it, the disbelief when he held it in his hand, and the forced calm when he wanted to leave...... Her emotions were layered, like waves, sweeping towards Zhang Kun! "It's mine, it's time for me to go." Shi Jiaojiao said and retreated to the door.

Zhang Kun stood there, and when his eyes were lowered, he also looked docile and pitiful. He said, "You always have to go." Shi Jiaojiao's hand stopped on the cold metal door lock, and looked back at the other party wordlessly. Shi Jiaojiao. Zhang Kun called the woman's name, and when he laughed, there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes. Well? Shi Jiaojiao blinked, and a very soft sound came out of her throat.

"There's nothing left on me anymore, you go! From now on, for whatever reason, you are not allowed to come to me. Otherwise, come, and don't go any more. ”

Shi Jiaojiao retracted her gaze, silently opened the door, and walked out. The hallways of the Premier Suites are always empty, with a dense carpet that doesn't make a sound no matter what kind of footsteps fall on it. It's so quiet! "Click" In the corner, Shi Jiaojiao heard the neat sound of the electronic lock being locked again in the room she walked out of, she stopped, retreated to the middle of the corridor, turned back to the door that had just closed, and said quietly, "Okay." ”

"Okay." Shi Jiaojiao lowered her head, pressed her forehead with messy hair against the soft leather seal, and muttered to herself in a deep voice. The dizziness for a while made her can't help but close her eyes, and it was dark in front of her. The howling wind in the square seemed to pour directly into Shi Jiaojiao's chest, making her involuntarily hold her heart and unable to move.

There was a few gentle taps on the shoulder, and a young woman's voice was full of concern, "Hey, miss, are you alright?" Is there something wrong with you that you need our help? Shi Jiaojiao raised her head and opened her eyes, her vision was blurry for a moment, and after a pause, she saw that it was a couple taking a walk. The girl who patted Shi Jiaojiao's shoulder, her feet straddled the steps diagonally, her face bent over and her eyes as level as possible with her, one hand was still held by her boyfriend, and her clear eyes were kind and good-looking.

Shi Jiaojiao tried her best to show a smile without haze, shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, "I'm fine, just sit and blow the wind, or thank you." The girl still had this small white bag hanging on her wrist, obviously a small gift she had found in the store on the way, she turned her head to look at her boyfriend, stepped back two steps, stood in front of the boy with her feet together, and said to Shi Jiaojiao with a smile: "Haha, then I bother you!" It's okay! "Uh-huh, thank you." "If you're not feeling well, let's go home early!" "Okay, thank you."

The two of them said goodbye to Shi Jiaojiao side by side, and the girl turned back to Shi Jiaojiao and waved happily, Shi Jiaojiao waved her hand in response, watching them walk into the shadow of the big sculpture. "Ah......" Shi Jiaojiao opened her mouth and exhaled a breath of turbidity, she looked at the backs of the two young people, then stretched a long lazy waist, patted her ass and stood up, "Go back!" ”