"My name is Kite because the night my mother gave birth to me, I dreamed of a stray kite. Have you ever lost a kite? When I was a kid, I lost a lot of kites, and I don't know where they ended up. ”

"Lost."

"Did you get it back?"

"I found it, but I can't find it."

"Why?"

Why? Why? She couldn't understand why she couldn't find it but couldn't find it, and when she finally understood, she lost her very important kite, and she found it, but she really couldn't pick it up again.

Everyone has a starlight in their hearts, and occasionally, on a lonely night, the vague and scattered memories will be lit up.

Ruan Liuzheng has a galaxy flowing in his heart.

It belonged to a man whose eyes were like the Milky Way flowing with broken stars.

He never smiled, and the fold between his eyebrows seemed to be inherently engraved on his forehead.

A white dress is always clean and smooth, and there are always two pens in the pocket of the white shirt.

When he took out the pen to write, his eyelids drooped and his eyelashes were long, long.

He has a pair of beautiful hands, probably because he has been holding a scalpel for many years, and his fingers are as cold as a scalpel.

He doesn't like to talk, occasionally a few words, and never raises his voice, like a stream flowing calmly in the starlight of a cold night, the aftersound can be returned, but it is indifferent and cold.

It took her many years to love him, and years to forget him.

Later, time gradually blurred his appearance, she stood under the starry sky in a different place and tried to recall, it seemed that she couldn't piece together his specific appearance, only remembered the starlight in his eyes, very bright and cool.

She used to think that forgetting was not so difficult, but later, when he said to her, "Liuzheng, forget me", she knew that some people, even if they spend a lifetime, can't forget.

It is time that flows away, and the starlight is as eternal as ever.

Even if the meteor falls, she is the only one left in love.

"Your name is Liuzheng?"

"Yes...... It's ......"

"I heard you like me?"

"Hmm...... Be...... I...... But ......"

"Then let's get married."

"Oh. Good...... Yes? ”

The story, where does it start and where does it end?

Aerodrome.

Ruan Liuzheng made a phone call with a mobile phone in one hand and hurriedly walked with a suitcase in the other.

The phone was finally connected, and she asked urgently, "Mom, I'm back!" Just landed! What hospital is Dad in? ”

"Zheng'er, your dad is fine, rescued and rescued." There was the voice of her mother Pei Sufen.

Hearing the news, Ruan Liuzheng breathed a sigh of relief, she was so panicked that she immediately bought a plane ticket and rushed back when she received a call from her father, and she forgot to ask which hospital she entered.

"Mom, in which hospital? I'll come right over. ”

"In ......" Pei Sufen hesitated, "in ...... Zhiqian is here ......" After speaking, he immediately explained as if he was afraid that she would be angry, "Zheng'er, you are not at home, your father suddenly fell ill, I don't know what to do, Zhiqian is his own person, I will ......"

Somewhere in her heart thumped at the name, and a familiar ache spread.

But how could she blame her mother? It's been six years, she has been gone for six years, she hasn't done her filial piety in front of her parents, her father is sick, she only feels guilty, how can she be angry? It's just that the word "own people" ......

Scold...... It's long gone...... Or, never.