Three days later, Kyoto.

Near the North Dock, there is a gathering place of old buildings with a long age, alleys, alleys, and alleys, which have the special mark of a certain era.

The buildings on both sides of the alley are generally not high, only three or four floors, and the further inside, most of them are small courtyards with detached families, where many elderly people live.

The ground is made of compacted cinders and the husk of some kind of grain, which prevents the ground from slipping in the event of snow or frost, causing inconvenience to pedestrians.

The bamboo poles, clotheslines, quilts and sheets hung across the opposite floors, or colorful clothes are full of life.

Wearing gloves, even the shoes are covered with shoe covers, and the girl in black is tightly wrapped, walking along the alley road, for the cold outdoor temperature in the north, she is wrapped in an outfit that can hardly be seen, which is not inconsistent at all.

For Kyoto, a city that is constantly changing, this small area seems to have been deliberately forgotten.

Like an old man, with his old countenance, stubbornly sticking to this place, unwilling to be assimilated by the prosperous places where those tall old buildings gather.

The tall and bare plane tree, from the small courtyard of a vermilion wooden door, most of the desolate branches.

The girl stopped, stood still, and looked up at the familiar building, feeling like she was yesterday.

"It's been more than ten years......"

The girl's voice was clear and long, in front of the silent courtyard, with the emotion that no one knows, and the feeling of regret because she missed it.

She didn't think that she had come here again to make an appointment.

And the person who was expecting her to go to the appointment is no longer there, and along with her body, she has become a part of her new life.

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The winter sun is slightly warm, but the cold wind is full of coldness, which makes this small courtyard that has been sealed for a long time seem even more lonely.

On the courtyard wall, there are stacks of light cyan tiles, which are badly damaged.

Gu Xi took a few steps back, measured the distance visually, and then walked somewhere again to stop.

Raise your hand and touch under the tile.

The copper key is still there, but the color has turned green because of age.

The moment I got the key, it was like reconnecting with myself more than ten years ago.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Xi felt an indescribable apprehension in her heart, walked to the door, and looked at the old lock, she also felt an inexplicable kindness.

The key was inserted, and with a slight creak and friction sound, the lock opened.

"I'm back......"

Knowing that no one answered, Gu Xi subconsciously said this sentence when he pushed the door open.

The eyes are smiling, and the expression is slightly warm.

In the empty courtyard, the ground was not dirty, Gu Xi was a little surprised, but he didn't stop.

Trotting all the way, along the plane tree next to the house, the slender body, climbed to the balcony with extreme agility.

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It took a little effort for Gu Xi, who climbed into the attic, standing in a room that had not changed, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

The books on the shelves, she used to lie on her stomach on the table where she wrote and painted.

The chair in the corner, three-legged, pineapple.

There is also that window, every time the sun sets, it will always sprinkle warm red light, like an excerpt of the old city, revealing beauty and tranquility.

Things are not people, but they are.

Gu Xi stopped indulging and began to rummage through the things left by little Gu Xi.

She was familiar with the layout in the attic, and even after all this time, she could still quickly awaken the memories of the past when she touched them one by one.

I thought that I could find it quickly, but Gu Xi carefully checked it around, but still found nothing.

No, it's not completely unrewarding.

The layout and display in the attic seem to have not changed at all.

But in the process of searching, Gu Xi vaguely felt that someone had come, but she was not sure whether it was the traces left by Xiao Gu Xi or someone else.

Until, standing in front of the bookshelf, she saw a somewhat yellowed draft book.

That's what she left behind, and on a sunny afternoon, she would lie on her desk and write and draw for an afternoon.

With some hesitation, he reached out and pulled out the sketchbook, looking at the yellowed cover, which contained a small line of words.

"There are beauties, and you will never forget them."

A few words, a deep pen.

Junyi's handwriting is slightly newer, and the time it was written should not be more than a year.

Gu Xi's heart was hot, and when he thought of who wrote this sentence, he couldn't help but snort.

With a slight force, she tore off the cover of the sketchbook, and then put the book back in its place.

After doing all this, I thought of the purpose of my visit, and quickly started looking for it again.

After rummaging and restoring repeatedly, the girl once again passed by the pineapple table with a set of chairs, and her eyes fell on its smooth and mirror-like tabletop.

No dust......

The enamel-like surface faintly reflects the roof of the attic, and the faint red dots become blurry and bright together with the sunlight that comes in through the window.

Gu Xi silently slowed down the looking figure, retreated to the table, and then raised his head.