They got off the plane, and Ashro felt the air. The city was both familiar and strange to her.

The car sped all the way to the old town. Even though many things have changed in the process of urban development, she still feels a sense of groundedness.

Mai Yijie took her to an old building, which is her home, and the deepest attachment in her memory.

She saw two women, playing with small children, weren't they childhood companions? However, at this time, she did not dare to step forward, she was afraid, afraid of everything.

He led her up the stairs and toward her home. When he got to the door, he took out the key and put it in her hand, "Please let me sit at home!" ”

The moment she opened the door, she was amazed by the furnishings that mimicked what they had ever been. Seeing that she did not enter the door for a long time, he said, "It was your home in the past, and it will still be your home in the future." He pulled her in and put her luggage away, "We'll stay here for a few days." ”

At night, as usual, he slept with her and hummed his songs for her.

After she fell asleep, he muttered to himself, "I want to participate in your future, and I can't be absent from your past." Let's relive those lost moments together. ”

He took her to school, sat in the classroom with her, pointed to the table and sighed, "Back then, you wrote my name. Now, high school students like 'War Boys'! ”

He walked over to the podium and wrote Ashlo's name, "I can imagine you writing my name on the blackboard at that time. ”

"Remember? One day, you were in class with your tablemates, quietly reading a magazine with me, only to be discovered by the teacher. She threw the magazine out the window and hit a boy. They went to the garden downstairs from the classroom, "Right here, you guys come down to look for magazines and have a big fight with that boy because he says I'm ugly." ”

She remembered that at that time, they often bought snacks and gathered in the garden, chatting about the gloom and gossip, and eating and eating; held a talk in the dormitory, and said that when he grew up, he would marry his male god; Everyone used their pocket money to buy cassettes, CDs, magazines, etc., and exchanged ideas privately...... It's the age of innocence.

When he came to the door of the dormitory, he said regretfully: "Since it is a holiday, the staff said that they could not go in." When we have the opportunity in the future, we will come again. ”

Passing by the phone booth, even though it was already an ornament, he still picked up the microphone and handed it to her, pressing his mobile phone number.

He took out his mobile phone and followed her call, "Hello, I'm Mak Yijie, what's the matter?" ”

In her junior year of high school, whether it was the troubles of study or the helplessness of life, she would run to the phone booth and pretend to call him to tell her what was on her mind when she encountered something boring. As she spoke, her mood would slowly improve.

She turned her back to him, but he could feel it, and she wept silently. He hugged her from behind, hoping to bring her warmth in the cold winter.

"I'm so scared!" She finally cried out and said into the microphone: "Whenever I close my eyes, I think of Mrs. Xue's meanness, those gangsters' bad words, and Huo Xin's beating and scolding, and I feel that someone will arrest me at any time." ”

"In the future, none of these things will happen, and I will always protect you." He turned her around and wiped tears for her, "17 years old, because of me, you get better." Now, trust me! ”

The past overlapped with the present, and she threw herself into his arms, no longer alone.