Since the beginning of winter, the moon has rarely been seen at night in Nanshi.

The girl tilted her head to admire her work, and it was not until the white fog was affected by the heating in the car and liquefied into water droplets that she slowly withdrew her gaze and straightened her head.

Zhou Chongyue quietly took in this scene, the car was filled with silence, and neither of them seemed to want to break the silence.

It wasn't until twenty-five minutes later that the car stopped outside the gate of Jing'an Jiayuan Community, Yun Nuo touched the seat belt with his fingers, and muttered: "Third uncle, can I ask you a question." ”

"What?" He looked at her gently.

The girl turned her face and stared at him, her expression a little solemn: "For you, is there any difference between me and Mu Mu?" ”

"What do you mean by the difference?" Zhou Chongyue asked.

"The meaning of existence in your heart."

In fact, it was obvious that she was not suitable for him as it had been hinted at last time, which was his statement at the time.

But tonight, when she learned that he had a fiancée, Yun Nuo suddenly figured out that she had to hit the south wall to see how hard the wall was, and whether there was no possibility of breaking it.

The fog gradually shrouded in the night, and the white fog obscured the view in front of the windshield, making this small space more and more narrow and closed.

Yun Nuo held his breath and waited for an answer.

In the carriage, after a long silence, Zhou Chongyue slowly retracted his gaze, he looked at the blurred silhouette of the street lamp in front of him, the hand on the steering wheel, the cyan veins protruded slightly, and said after a long time: "Sorry Nuonuo, with my current identity, I can't give you the answer you want." ”

"What identity?" Yun Nuo stubbornly raised his head and looked at him.

“…… Except for your third uncle, it can't be anything else. ”

Zhou Chongyue's last sentence was distinct, and it knocked into her ears word by word, like laying down a boundary monument that could not be crossed.

Yun Nuo shook his head slightly after hearing this, and after a while, he let out a soft 'um' sound, and seemed unusually calm.

Although she was sad, the result was expected, and she was not surprised at all to get such an answer from him.

The least sympathetic thing in this world is the one who is lucky.

Yun Nuo has always felt that those boys who have been rejected three times and twice, but still have to confess to her are too naïve, in fact, she herself is not.

A twenty-one-year-old heart, in front of a thirty-three-year-old man, is not childish.

Yun Nuo rubbed his eyes, put his hand down again, picked at the silver powder on the back of the phone case with his fingernails, smiled and asked, "Third uncle, where is my birthday gift?" ”

She could feel that Zhou Chongyue was looking at her, with his character, before saying those words just now, he must have thought it through and wanted to minimize the damage as much as possible.

Although the effect was minimal, out of that ridiculous pride, Yun Nuo took the initiative to change the topic.

In silence, Zhou Chongyue took out a long roll from the back seat sideways and handed it to her, and said softly: "Nuonuo, happy birthday." ”

The girl stretched out her hand to take it, her palm touched the slightly cool outer wall of the roll, and smiled: "Thank you, Third Uncle." ”

She pointed to the gate in the distance: "Then I'll go in." ”

The man nodded.

Yun Nuo unbuckled her seat belt, pushed the car door and went down, she walked very fast, almost trotting all the way, without looking back, and even other people's gifts were forgotten by her in the back seat of the SUV.

The night was deep, the fog shrouded the cold and lonely black Mercedes-Benz, Zhou Chongyue sat quietly in the car, her eyes stayed at the door of the community where the girl's back disappeared, and she couldn't take it back for a long time.

Just now, Yun Nuo asked her what was the difference between her and Zhou Simu's meaning in his heart.

is also a junior, what is the difference, in fact, he should be very clear.

Zhou Chongyue's thoughts went back to that midsummer five years ago.

A child who has not yet recovered from the grief of losing his mother, when his life is in danger, shouts out of his father, not his mother.

That father, fragile and helpless, drilled into Zhou Chongyue's heart, as if he had been poked by something, with a faint hardship and dull pain.

People are sometimes very strange, and often a momentary touch, even if it is just a one-sided relationship, is enough to make him remember.

So when they meet again a few years later, Zhou Chongyue will always subconsciously pay attention to the girl who fell into the water back then, wondering how she is doing now, whether she is still as insecure as she was when she was a child, and is deeply dependent on her father.

However, unexpectedly, the truth seemed to be contrary to what he thought.

On the day he brought his grandmother to see the doctor for the first time, he heard a phone call between the girl and his father at the top of the stairs.

At that moment, Zhou Chongyue's breathing seemed to be silent for a short time.

It was also the first time in his life, without realizing it, that selfishly imposed the love in his heart on the girl. So much so that when her love gradually opened, he realized that he finally turned her away in a gentle but cruel way.

The girl's pretended calm before leaving, which undoubtedly deepened the self-blame and guilt in Zhou Chongyue's heart.

He knew that after tonight, no matter how he treated her with the same mentality and excuses, it seemed to be hypocritical and unseemly.

Zhou Chongyue retracted her gaze, reached out from the storage compartment, and took out cigarettes and lighters that had not been touched for a long time.

Dusty for half a year, the outside of the cigarette case has already been covered with a thin layer of dust, the car window is half lowered, he took out a stick and put it in his mouth, lit it with a fire, took a deep breath and slowly spit it out.

His lungs were dull, and the clear choking sensation of smoke irritated his nerves for a while.

Someone once asked him if he smoked, and he replied that he had quit.

It's easy to quit smoking.

But if you want to quit for a lifetime, it's difficult.

……

After Yun Nuo went back, her grandmother and nanny had already slept.

She walked lightly into the bedroom, then took her clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.

At this moment, she misses the big bathtub in the villa in Yufu Bay, usually when she is unhappy, she may be able to bury her whole head in the water willfully, and quietly enjoy the emotional catharsis and explosion brought by suffocation.

But not tonight, the environment doesn't allow it, even if you just cry with red eyes for a while, you don't dare to alarm your grandmother, who is already sleeping lightly, too loudly.

She didn't want her grandmother to worry.

A girl who comes back from a bar in the middle of the night crying sadly is never reminiscent of the good side.

The pendulum clock in the living room went round and round, and it was not until the hands pointed to twelve o'clock in the morning that the bathroom door was opened.

Her eyes were slightly red, and her body was moistened with the moisture after bathing, so she kicked off her slippers and lifted the quilt to get to bed, and pressed the wall lamp at the head of the bed.

In the dark, Yun Nuo opened his eyes without sleep, and seemed a little unwilling, and a good Chinese New Year's Eve was spent so sadly.

After a moment's hesitation, she turned on the wall lamp again and sat up from the bed.

Walking barefoot to the soft collapse, he bent down and picked up the scroll printed with ink and porcelain patterns, and poured out a word from it.

It was Zhou Chongyue who wrote her the "Preface to the Lanting Collection".