However, what Zhang's father didn't notice was that just as he turned around and ran wildly towards the road, the young man behind him, who had previously looked sincere and credible, had a different expression on his face.

He put his arms around his girlfriend and pointed to the man running towards the road, with obvious ridicule on his face, "Xinhe'er, you see how stupid that person is, I just pointed him in the direction randomly, and he bumped into it like a fly." If you look at him now, I guess he's going to have to fall and eat, and he'll be hit by a car when he crosses the street. ”

The woman in his arms raised her head delicately and looked at him with disgust: "You're bad, others lost their daughters and they were in a hurry, and you still played tricks on others, it's really bad." ”

"Hahaha" The man let out a crisp and pleasant laugh disapprovingly, lowered his head close to his girlfriend, and whispered in her ear, "Then do you like me so badly?" ”

The woman's earlobes were red, she shyly brushed her head, and said coquettishly, "I hate it." ”

In the rain, the man hugged the woman and flirted and scolded and walked farther and farther.

There is a kind of kindness in this world, called useless kindness, which speaks words of sympathy for others and words of blame for the perpetrator, but watches the harm happen, and stands by and watches. Such kindness is never rare, and it never belongs to a few.

Dill looked at the rain curtain that kept falling like a broken thread, and was stunned, with only some fragmented pictures and some intermittent words in her mind.

It was as if she had fallen into some kind of situation, she had lost her perception of everything in this world, and was just immersed in her own world, as if she could grow old as long as no one disturbed her.

What Dill didn't hear was a cold mechanical sound in her head, and "Ding" opened the second memory bag.

The shattered image in her mind suddenly became clear, and a complete picture scroll slowly spread out in front of her eyes.

The picture is still, everything in the painting is frozen in a certain moment, but Dill feels that this still painting scroll is quietly unfolding this long-term story.

In the story, there is a little girl in a pink skirt who sits silently under a big banyan tree and holds a pet like a cat.

She just sat quietly like that, stroking the cat in her arms regularly in her hands, until a clear young voice came from the courtyard next door: "Mengmeng, you've been running for so long, aren't you tired?" ”

As soon as the stroking of the little girl's hand stopped, somehow she was attracted by the young man's voice, and the calm heart lake like a lake seemed to be thrown by someone, and a small ripple unconsciously appeared.

Maybe the boy's voice was too beautiful, or maybe the gentleness in his tone was too moving.

The little girl who was originally sitting under the big banyan tree actually stood up and walked cautiously towards the wall step by step, and then carefully put her ear close to the wall and secretly sounded.

"Little chestnut, the mourning family is not tired, you take care of the mourning family." As she spoke, the little girl began to run away grinning again, and the sound of crisp and pleasant laughter filled the entire courtyard.

"Hey" The young man sighed helplessly, and his words still carried undisguised pampering, "I said that I want to call me Brother Bai, you can't call me Little Chestnut." ”