She followed the sound of the piano, walked through the bamboo forest, and saw him sitting by the lake and stroking the piano. She approached gently, as if afraid to disturb him. He stopped stroking the piano and looked up at her, still with a veil on his face and eyes, very good-looking.

She asked him, "Long time no see, where have you been?" ”

He looked at her deeply with a pair of eyes, and she couldn't help but take a step back, only to hear him sigh and reply, "I've always been here, but you haven't come." Where have you been? ”

Bai Zezhi woke up from her dream, it was raining heavily, her hand touched her chest, and she seemed to feel a faint throbbing pain. What's going on, she thought? Haven't you had this dream for a long time since you met Tang Junqi? Why is it still throbbing?

She lifted the quilt, walked to the window, and lifted the corner of the curtain. It was seven o'clock, and it was still very dark, and the heavy rain beat the glass, and also fell on the ground downstairs, forming puddles of water. Bai Zezhi looked at the dim sky and the trees in the shadows, and his mood was suddenly very low. She thought, I don't know what Simba is doing, is he standing in front of the window like this? Is there a superman who opens the window like a madman, stretches out his arms, and waits for her?

She slammed open the window, letting the wind and rain rush in. She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around herself, and suddenly, she thought of death. For some reason, she often thinks of death inexplicably, thinking that one day, she will completely disappear from this world, without consciousness, and can no longer see the people and things in this world, and every time she comes to this time, she shudders.

She was afraid of death, of body and soul, and she was even more afraid of the disappearance of soul, and she thought, even if it was a cloud, a conscious cloud, flying around to see the scene of this world, what a leisurely thing. Without a body, as long as the soul remains, death is not so terrible. But is there really a soul?

She felt a throbbing pain in her heart, she knew that she was demonic again, she didn't want to think about death, she didn't want these pessimistic emotions, she thought: When the sun comes out, it's fine, I'm still a happy and bright person!

She closed the window and picked up the Buddhist beads on the bedside table, which were still the same strings of Buddhist beads that had been opened last time. She held the beads, calmed herself, and then lay back on the bed.

Today is Saturday, and Bai Zezhi stayed in Shanghai and did not return to Hangzhou. Qi Lianshan disappeared last night, and she was mysterious and secretive, refusing to say where she was going. Bai Zezhi felt that she was sneaky and had something hidden in her heart, but it was not easy to ask, after all, it was someone else's private matter.

She thought of Tang Junqi, and she wanted to call him, but it seemed a little strange so early. She hesitated in her hand and sighed. After grinding until more than eight o'clock, she finally couldn't help but call Tang Junqi.

After a long time, the other side picked up the phone, and Wen Sheng told her that she was going to entertain a guest from out of town today, and he would call her when he was busy in the evening. She hung up, disappointed.

He continued to lie on the bed, and after a long time, his phone suddenly rang. She was startled, picked up the phone in a daze, and heard Gu Youli's voice.

"Hey! I'm downstairs from you. ”

"Huh?" Bai Zezhi sat up suddenly, and his mind cleared, "What are you doing downstairs?" ”

"Hehe, come and see you, I also brought breakfast, you must not have eaten it, right?"

"Qi Lianshan is here, I haven't gotten up yet!" Bai Zezhi snorted.

"I'll wait for you at the door, you take your time."

At this time, he didn't care about the sadness of the spring and autumn, Bai Zezhi hurriedly got up, washed and folded the quilt, and after a chaotic tidying up, he opened the door. At the door, Gu Youli had a big smiling face, showing white teeth, and holding a large bag of breakfast in his hand.