Continuing with the previous story.

Xiao Xiao came to the former city with full of melancholy, I just helped her break her fingers and count, just ten years, I really didn't say this number at random because I just had ten fingers, I was really serious counting the years one by one and grabbed my fingers, just used them all, exactly ten years.

Xiao has been in the city for ten years, and ten years is a romantic number, isn't it? Many love tragedies are related to ten years, yes, it is a tragedy, if it is a perfect ending, it cannot be ten years, it will be a lifetime. Tragedies are often romantic, because of romance so separation will be sad, because romance will have endless regrets. What about you? How many romantic and sad memories are there, don't you dare to say yes? Indeed, the lives of adults are all dog blood, and there are no memories. It's too late to work hard for life, how can you have the time and mood to recall. Memories are a luxury, hanging high, and if you don't have enough strength to easily let the salesperson take it and try it. What if you like it? What if you like it very much? What if that's a limited edition? What if there is no more shop in this village? So, let it hang as if it hadn't passed by, as if you hadn't seen it, as if it had never existed. That's right, just when youth doesn't exist, when memories lock the door, use Xiao Xiao to lock the lock of the door of dreams, the lock that has no key at all.

Xiaoxiao's city has not changed in the slightest, it is exactly the same as before she left, the river has not changed, the road has not changed, the high-rise buildings have not changed, the shops have not changed, the crowding has not changed, the accent has not changed, the direction has not changed and has not forgotten, but what has changed? Why is the mood melancholy as soon as I come back, and the mood becomes cloudy as soon as I come back, and it is good to be able to rain happily, but only cloudy days, only the dense thick continuous dark clouds, which are not exhaustive, and sometimes they are pressed down low, so that Xiaoxiao's heart can't breathe. The city where it lived for ten years became a shadow, like a sarcastic joke.

How Xiao hopes, it's a joke. When I woke up, I was back in the past, as if someone had told a joke, and everyone was laughing, all laughing. Laughing and laughing, everyone was silent, and then suddenly turned into a monster, and Xiao Xiao's dream woke up like this.

The time to wake up is more difficult than in a dream, it is better to escape in a dream, maybe you can still make a way out in a terrifying way. There was fog outside, very big and very big, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and I wanted to see everything clearly.

The hotel where Xiao stayed was also the best in her city, and it also had a large floor-to-ceiling window. Xiao Xiao likes floor-to-ceiling windows very much, she often fantasizes about what her future house will look like, she doesn't dare to use the word home, she often uses the house and the place where she lives to describe her future residence. She wants the house to be by the sea or by the river or by the lake, whatever it is, with water. The house should be high, and there should be a long and large floor-to-ceiling window, standing in front of the window you can see the outside, the vast outside, the traffic, the smoke and ferry, the green trees in the square, and the corner of the intersection can see anything at will, anyway, you can see everything at a glance.

At night, Xiao Xiao can stand in front of the window with a glass of red wine, she doesn't like to drink, red wine should be used as a decoration for her mood. Or sit in front of the window, there is a small piece of white velvet carpet to be covered, the kind that is warm and does not shed. She sat on the carpet, her head against the window, quietly looking out, the lights flickering, looking at the water, as if hearing the wind, as if her hair was being blown again. Just watched quietly, leaned so gently, as if everything was still, as if nothing around existed, as if she was the only one on the earth. What do you think of this picture?

This is the future that Xiao Xiao imagines, isn't it strange that her future is only a window where she can see everything, a white blanket that doesn't shed hair, and a glass of red wine that occasionally appears on camera but doesn't drink. Should I say that her future is satisfying or difficult?

I don't want to disturb her future in this chapter, so I let her continue to lean her head against the window and continue to look out quietly, what she is thinking, I don't want to guess, I advise you not to guess. I gently closed the door for her to be quiet for a while, after all, such a time is really rare.

Hush! I'll talk to you in the next chapter.