Su Zi and Xiao Jun quickly returned to Yayuan, the two talked a lot, Su Zi listened to the things for more than a year, and felt very guilty, she herself was too reckless to have such things......

Xiao Jun said a lot in bits and pieces, the night was very late, Xiao Jun signaled to rest, and Su Zi naturally agreed.

It's just that the moment he stood up and turned around, he suddenly paused, and then said to Su Zi:

"Kite, play outside, you still have to go back, Hongwen has been worried about you for more than a year after all, and he refuses to go down the mountain, saying that you will find there, you should go back and have a look earlier......"

Su Zi's eyes suddenly soured, and he hurriedly said:

"Okay, I'll be back soon......"

Xiao Jun nodded, and then went upstairs, leaving Su Zi alone on the sofa in a daze......

She recalled what the two said, Xiao Ruochen had also been away for a long time, and came back occasionally, and she hadn't seen her for another year, and she was also bitter for his father, but Su Zi was most distressed by Su Hongwen, who had been waiting for him in the mountains, after all, it was he who pulled himself up with a handful of and urine, and this time, he must have been worried......

After a long time, Su Zi returned to the room, looked out the window, and had a lot of thoughts for a moment......

She thought of the person who was in the mountains, and also thought of the ghost world that had been with her for a long time, and even Zemu, as well as Yichuan......

She thought of a passage she had written many years ago:

She knows very well that a turn, a look back, a greeting, the inadvertent rubbing of shoulders in the crowd is the reunion at this moment, the kind of indifference stirred up by the surging leaves in the wind and dust drifting past her fingertips, the long-lost encounter is the agreement of the previous life, recalled at some point.

The hustle and bustle of the city, the crowded crowds, thousands of people rubbing their bodies, thousands of people looking at each other, looking for the person who smiled and dreamed, she may have a blurred face, maybe she has a whirlpool of dimples, or she may have hair fluttering in the wind. Perhaps, I have never carved my mind, but the familiarity that walked around me blurred the tears in my eyes, and the crystal eyes told the sorrow of my previous life.

On the edge of the broken bridge, the drizzle of silk, the dripping felt shoes fled in a panic but still couldn't hide from the wet clothes, the slightest grievance came and went to the oil umbrella, and the peach blossom-like chaotic plum rain covered the gray of the distant mountains; The girl who went away one after another was also in a hurry, and the black hair on the willow waist provoked a few small jade beads, letting the smoke and rain frolic; The water under the bridge is endless, the rushing call calls the water fairy who fell into the world, and the lonely sail passed away with the waves.

Those beautiful things, like a movie, were in her mind, and the master who was waiting for her in the mountains, what was the difference between the original parting thoughts and here......

But she didn't know that there were still people who also missed her and recalled too many good memories......

And in his mind, Su Zi is the girl who stands at the head of the bridge, overlooking the distant mountains, and behind her is the layers of rocks like carved oil paper paintings, hanging on the other side of the sky, the steep tip of the pen outlines not the mountains, not the clouds, but the longing at the bottom of the heart.

Suddenly turned around, dressed in white in the rain, the girl on the other side of the bridge frowned her sideburns, and danced in the wind with a sad ribbon. Rou Yi put on her forehead, she could stop the drizzle, but she couldn't stop the flow of looking back, her silky red lips were like a clear spring on Snow Lotus Mountain, and she couldn't help but take a sip. The uneasiness boiling in my heart, forgetting to wait in the rain, the graceful beauty is like the phantom of the swing in a dream, and the strings enter the bottom of my heart and compose a song.

Waiting, thinking, waiting. Perhaps, the loved one can appear...... The feeling of losing and regaining, gaining and regaining, made him feel extremely painful in his heart, he really waited too long, but he couldn't just go out of the ghost world to find him, because there were thousands of eyes staring at him......

Perhaps, there is a sentence that can describe this time:

"I finally understand that if you are like a beautiful flower, you will never be able to reach the years like water. The purple and red spring color is just a flash of time. In fact, we will all have the day when we will be red by the years. Since the years have thrown you and me away, why bother with a few yellowed memories. There are always people who ask why the good is always yesterday. That's because, we all unconsciously fall in love with one word, which is nostalgia. ”

But in the dark, they all seem to believe that there will always be a day of reunion, but there are too many difficulties that make things difficult......

Because they are all chasing the stars in their own memory, they can only have one more sorrow, while the supreme controller can see everything in the world clearly......