Two years later.

It was a gloomy night.

It was already eleven o'clock at night, and there were few people on the Nanyun wharf.

It was the last ferry of the day, so there were a few people sitting alone in the seats waiting for the ferry.

Although the four seasons of C City are like spring, the temperature difference between the days is large, and the nights are as cool as water! If it is not a last resort, who will trek outside at this time?

Today, for the sake of a case in teaching, Yuan Qingfeng visited the parties. He was delayed, came back a little late, and had to take the last ferry.

He tugged at the collar of his trench coat and stretched his legs out in boredom, he had been waiting for more than twenty minutes.

If it was usual, there would be a ferry every ten minutes, but now, not only has the time been extended, but also, it is a little late.

The air around is dreary, oppressive, and quiet...... Only the billboards on the pillars rotate on their own. After a long night of overcast, a drizzle finally fell, and a sudden cold wind followed.

Yuan Qingfeng wrapped himself in a windbreaker, and also changed his posture, facing the cold wind blowing with his back, looking at the little phosphorescence reflected on the billboard, he withdrew his gaze and subconsciously looked at the row of seats opposite.

On a long wooden chair sat a lonely girl, her head slightly bent and pondering something.

The black broad-brimmed hat covered his forehead, and the long hair that draped over his cheeks was curly and messy.

She was also dressed thinly.

Jacquard blouse in black spun yarn, and culottes in black spun yarn.

The black spun jacquard fabric is exquisite, it is beautiful, and the black peonies of the velvet are also like spiritual and fresh. The cuffs and hem of the blouse are all miniature flares, and the clothes are fluttering. The culottes are also stylish and chic, adding to the charm and slenderness of her figure.

Or, based on boredom, or based on professional habits, Yuan Qingfeng began to look at the girl carefully.

He is in his twenties, with a thin waist and beautiful chests.

In her series of blacks, the string of white, large pearl necklaces around her neck is particularly eye-catching. Looking up again, staring intently, he couldn't breathe for a moment......

That's an unassailable face!

The oval cheeks, the small, slightly erect bridge of the nose, and the large, half-hidden eyes make it impossible for you to see her eyes, so that the long, dense eyelashes cast a row of shadows just below those beautiful eyes.

Half of the eyebrows are covered by a broad-brimmed hat, and the other eyebrow is neat and diagonally flowing towards the sideburns.

Her lips are not so much born to speak, but to add beauty, just like a poet who used 'rose with snow' to metaphor red lips and white teeth, and the lips are distinct, the arc is beautiful, and there is a little stubbornness.

The skin on the cheeks was as delicate as water, as white as jade, and almost translucent under the irradiation of phosphorescence.

"Wow!"

Yuan Qingfeng snorted lightly, his eyes widened!

At this moment, he had a strange, vague feeling.

He couldn't forget the feeling of this moment in his life!

Shocked? Yes, shocked!

The girl is beautiful, absolutely beautiful!

However, with his identity and experience as Yuan Qingfeng, with the metropolis where he lives, the beautiful campus of C, and the beautiful girls, he has seen a lot of beautiful girls, but he was shocked by the beauty of the girls, this is the first time-because, in addition to beauty, this beautiful face also integrates all spiritual things! Some things that other beautiful girls do not have! Something he has never seen!

Yuan Qingfeng closed his eyes.

Two words suddenly came to mind: 'noble'! Yes, noble that I have never seen before! And it is far more than noble!

He pondered the words in his head, stared at the beautiful face, and thought of the words 'independence from the world' and 'floating like a fairy'. She has that kind of independent elegance! like an angel running out of a fairy tale book!

And! and-

The thoughtful look was a little confused, a little melancholy, a little gentle, a little lonely...... Taken together, it is a little indescribable, a faint sadness, almost unconscious sadness!

Oh god she's a miracle!

Yuan Qingfeng bit his lip gently.

Why are you staring at people like this? He Yuan Qingfeng lived to be thirty years old, and he never had a heart for a girl, let alone looked at people directly!

He wanted to look away from her, but, there was a strange factor that attracted him, and he couldn't look away!

The girl seemed to sense his attention, and she moved slightly, and slowly, nonchalantly raised her head, her eyes narrowly passing over him.

Yuan Qingfeng saw her eyes!

A pair of deep and dark eyes, deep and black eyes, misty like fog, half melancholy and half sad!

These big foggy eyes made him startled! His chest seemed to have been hit by some heavy object, and his mind immediately paused for a few seconds! Involuntarily, he thought of some related words: familiar, sad, lonely, and a special taste!

"Familiar, have you seen it in a dream?" he asked himself.

For a moment, Yuan Qingfeng couldn't see anything other than the pair of eyes, as if the beautiful and melancholy big eyes were infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes.

The girl's eyes swept over him, perhaps not at all, and her consciousness may have been immersed in some ancient and distant world.

The bell rang suddenly, and the ferry docked.

This sudden ringing startled Yuan Qingfeng and also alarmed the girl. They walked through the fence and the promenade with the few limited guests towards the steamer.

Yuan Qingfeng stood up and walked forward behind the girl.

The girl's figure was exquisite, tall and slender, more attractive than her countenance.

Walking through the pedals and getting on the boat, the cold wind on the sea was blowing in my face, and there was still rain in it. The passengers walked into the cabin, and there was no one outside. But the girl walked alone to the railing.

She leaned against the railing, facing the sea, facing the rain, and stood quietly, her long hair fluttering in the breeze.

The night was silent, and the sky was not entirely black, but a deep blue that stretched out into the distance.

The girl tilted her head, her unfathomable eyes wide open, and she looked at the vast sky, as if she wanted to see through the darkness and see what was at the end of the sky.

Her eyes were sad, quiet, with something indescribable, and they were filled with the tranquility of disillusioned hope, a tragic acceptance of an alternative end. Under the shroud of loneliness and darkness, she is as quiet and beautiful as a imprisoned oil painting!

Yuan Qingfeng was stunned...... Look stupid...... After a while, he came to his senses.

Is she crazy? On such a cold day, still drizzling, does she want to freeze herself? He wanted to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back alive.

What are you doing?

In the cases he lectures every day, what kind of strange things are not? What kind of strange people he has not dissected? He is not surprised whether he is alive or dead! And now, what happened to him?

He was stunned for a second or two, and he wanted to go into the warm cabin, but his legs were still uncontrollable, and he stood outside the cabin with the girl.

He shuddered as the rain fell on his face, and he stood there leaning against the hatch.

The boat sailed, and the girl stood alone, unaware that someone was watching him. Her eyes were fixed on the sea, the corners of her mouth were closed, and there was a kind of focused confusion in her eyes.

So focused, so confused, desolate with grievances, miserable with despair, almost tragic.

Miserable?

As soon as these two words swept through Yuan Qingfeng's mind, he couldn't help but shake!

He took a sudden step, and before he knew his wishes, he had walked up to the girl with his umbrella, and he held it above her head, and then stopped at the railing.

"Hey, Miss...... You?"

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"What do you want to say?"

To his surprise, the girl spoke, and her voice was mellow and beautiful, and it was a standard Mandarin.

The girl glanced at him, not in the slightest surprise at his sudden appearance, but with that kind of absent-mindedness, so special, so special, so special.

"I ...... Oh, I'm ......" Yuan Qingfeng was so surprised, he was a little overwhelmed. "I want to ...... I just wanted to say, why are you standing here in the rain!?"

The girl looked at him again.

"Because ......," she said quietly, unhurriedly, "I want to jump from here!"

Yuan Qingfeng jumped and glared at her.

"Are you kidding?!" he asked.

"Whatever you want!" she said quietly.

Her eyes still carried a kind of indifference, a gentle indifference, an ethereal indifference, a kind of indifference that was indisputable with the world.

Yuan Qingfeng was a little overwhelmed, this girl made him nervous.

He reached out, and even though the drizzle would hit his arm, he subconsciously put one hand on the railing. If she really wants to jump, he can also pull her in time. He stared deeply at her, trying to see if she was joking. However, he could not see that the girl's face was solemn and calm.

Yuan Qingfeng stared at the young and aura face in front of him, he hadn't recovered from the accident and consternation, but his intuition told him that every word this girl said was true, even more true than 'pearl'!

"Heaven and earth are long, fate dictates. Yuan Qingfeng thought for a while and said, "Even if you have 10,000 reasons, but you, who are still so young and whose life has just begun, why do you want to jump?"

"Young?"

Suddenly, the girl smiled.

"How can a person who is getting old be young?" she sighed softly, her voice soft and almost muttered: "Even if a great miracle happens to a person, sometimes the power of a person is too small for you to control your own destiny...... It's hard to get your wish......"

"An aging man?"

Yuan Qingfeng repeated the girl's words, and he frowned with a smile.

Is there something wrong with the girl's nervous system? In this case, he can't take it anymore.

However, he still tried to persuade her: "Do you know how deep the water is, how cold it is, how ugly and ugly the drowned person is?" He knew that girls were afraid of ugliness, especially beautiful girls.

"You've heard of a dying man, and you're still afraid of that?" the girl laughed suddenly.

He was speechless!

A gust of wind blew, and countless rays of rain fell and knocked on the umbrella, and he shivered.

Look at the girl, but she looks at the sea with a calm expression. I don't know if it was because of the cold, or for some other reason, her face was pale, but her eyes were clear.

"Even if there are great regrets in life, carved in your heart day and night, so that you are better off life than death, but—but you can't help but live!" Yuan Qingfeng lifted his spirit, saying: "Because there is still hope in life, and death is a cowardly person." ”

"What is life, what is death?"

A wry smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth.

"I've seen through ......," she said, "and I've struggled all my life, even though I'm dead, but I've never broken my promise." ”

Looking at what the girl said seriously, her expression seemed to have gone through vicissitudes, Yuan Qingfeng was really incomprehensible and confused.

"Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang, what is the way to die, the body is the same mountain. After Yuan Qingfeng read an inexplicable poem, he suddenly laughed, and he said: "You are so young, you can see through the red dust, what is this? Infatuation is only for ruthless suffering, if you are too obsessed with the past, you will fall into the demons in your heart." ”

Yuan Qingfeng tugged at her sleeve.

"We ...... Let's face it, go to the cabin and take shelter from the wind and rain, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"How can a dying person be afraid of the cold?!"

Her expression was indifferent and serious.

"Are you kidding?"

He asked again with a repetitive sentence.

"Do all the people you meet like to joke?" she asked, seriously.

"It's not...... But......" he swallowed, his mouth slightly open.

What's the matter, what's wrong with me today? He, who had always been articulate and knowledgeable, was asked.

He felt that his memory was a little insufficient!

There must be something wrong with the girl's spirit, especially her demeanor. Or was she stimulated by something? Was she scolded by her parents? Looking at her age, she was still a child, only around 20 years old, and never more than 23 years old.

"You--a mental threat!" he said, after a moment's thought.

She didn't answer, she didn't retort, she just tilted her head slightly and stared for a moment.

He found the lines on her side to be more beautiful and soft, like a work of art.

"I know a song. The girl whispered, "A good, nice song." She repeated.

"Really?"

Yuan Qingfeng asked casually.

He didn't care about Ge'er, he just wanted to know what was wrong with her.

She began to hum softly...... Although I can't hear the lyrics clearly, it's a nice tune, like an English song.

This beautiful tune made Yuan Qingfeng's heart suddenly shake!