Deer in deep forest

Chapter 84 The Man Hiding in the Cover

who are you here for

Over mountains, rivers, lakes and seas?
1.
After a cold rain, the plane slowly arrived at the airport.

It was foggy in the early hours of the morning. Song Yusheng walked out of the hall, and the cold air hit his face.The sky above was cloudy and heavy, as if it was about to be weighed down.

Zhao Yingyuan drove a jeep to pick him up, and took the suitcase in his hand: "You're finally here."

"The weather was bad, so we were delayed on the road."

"I stayed in City A for a few months this time, and I thought you would not return to France. Did you meet a lot of acquaintances there? Do you remember anything?"

"No."

"Forget it, let nature take its course, as long as you are safe and sound." Zhao Yingyuan comforted.

Song Yusheng bent down and got into the car, rubbed his temples with his fingers, chatted a few more words, and then fell asleep, Zhao Yingyuan didn't bother him again.

On both sides of the driveway are large fields of lavender flowers, withered and depressed in winter, hidden in the fog.The second half of the journey was a cobbled road, which was a bit bumpy. Song Yusheng was half asleep and half awake, thinking that he was still at the wedding of Gu Yanshu and Lu Xiguang.

I do not know how long, the car finally stopped.

Zhao Yingyuan looked at the back seat: "Hey, I'm still dreaming, I'm here."

It was daylight.

The clouds broke and the sun rose, the fog gradually dispersed, and this small town in the south of France was hidden in the faint morning light.Only then was Song Yusheng able to look at the scenery in front of him clearly.

Lush green trees cover ocher red houses, like a thick and colorful oil painting, full of exotic customs.Moss grows in the cracks of the stone wall in front, sweeping away the decay of winter, and there is the sound of gurgling water not far away.Beside the wooden fence, there were a few wild cats that came out to look for food, pacing and looking this way.

"I said, is the environment okay? I didn't cheat you." Zhao Yingyuan patted his thigh.

"It's not bad." Song Yusheng looked around.

"I've packed up the house for you. You live in it first, and treat it as a vacation. This is a paradise."

"To put it nicely, it's actually seeing the clinic for you."

"Don't worry, you are also a major shareholder, and you invested money in it back then."

Zhao Yingyuan laughed twice, and led Song Yusheng into the room for a tour.

In fact, Song Yusheng was considering whether to return to City A to settle down. When he was hesitating, it was Zhao Yingyuan who called and said, why don't you come and help me first.

Zhao Yingyuan is Song Yusheng's colleague and can be regarded as a senior brother.His father is a soldier, and he hopes that he can inherit his father's career.Under the pressure of all parties, Zhao Yingyuan had to temporarily put aside the psychological clinic he had run in a French town and returned to his hometown to serve as a soldier for a year.

He wanted to hand over the clinic to Song Yusheng temporarily.

Zhao Yingyuan knew that Song Yusheng lost his memory during the fire in City A.

Song's mother cheated the world and sent Song Yusheng abroad for treatment. After recuperating, his body gradually recovered, but he still couldn't remember what happened before.

A person with a blank past is most suitable to start a new life in a new environment.

Song Yusheng took over the job as Zhao Yingyuan wished.

On the fifth night of Song Yusheng's arrival in Szeze, the temperature dropped sharply and it began to snow heavily.

He has a good ability to adapt, and he has become half acquainted with the neighbors around him in less than a week.Those old ladies especially love this handsome young man, and often bring him exquisite snacks made by themselves.The French are romantic. Occasionally, a small bouquet of flowers will be placed on the windows of his house at night. The next day, a layer of frost has formed and it is crystal clear.

Song Yusheng's current life couldn't be more regular, going to bed early and getting up early, eating on time.The clinic opens at nine o'clock every morning and closes before four o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhao Yingyuan didn't lie, this job couldn't be easier, and not many people came to consult.

Most of the time, he was sitting in front of the fireplace reading books, writing papers, and researching recipes. He was not very good at cooking, but now he started to cook frequently.

Gu Yanshu said before that you are not omnipotent, at least your cooking skills are average, and your cooking skills are not as good as mine.Song Yusheng at that time couldn't deny it, and said with a smile that I would just come to your house for dinner.Next to him was a figure smoking a cigarette, crossing his feet, smiling casually, sitting on the sofa watching the fun, with short white hair that was very dazzling.

It's just that Song Yusheng has forgotten these old things.

As the sky darkened, Song Yusheng followed his mother's instructions on the phone and made a pot of health-preserving soup that warmed the stomach and kept out the cold, suitable for drinking in cold weather.After watching a movie, I had a good night's sleep.

When I woke up the next day, the outside of the house was still white, but the path in front of the door was clean.

There are traces of being cleaned.

"A strange thing happened recently." After finally connecting with Zhao Yingyuan who was in the army, Song Yusheng told him about it.

"what?"

"I wake up every morning to find that someone is sweeping the snow for me."

"Is there such a good thing?" Zhao Yingyuan became indignant, "I have stayed there for several years, and every year when it snows, I have to work hard to be a floor sweeper."

"I thought it was a cleaner at first, and asked a few neighbors, and they all said no."

"In other words, only the snow in front of your door was swept?"

"Correct."

"Ha..." Zhao Yingyuan guessed enthusiastically, "Have you been taken by some snail girl?"

"There are no snail girls in France."

Song Yusheng couldn't understand it.

"Forget it, it's a good thing for you."

Song Yusheng really didn't pay much attention to it, and when his curiosity passed, he stopped thinking about it.

Tong Mu contacted him and said that he would come here to shoot a group of magazine covers, and let him get ready to pick him up.

Song Yusheng was also idle in Si Ze, so he agreed to be her tour guide.

2.
Song Yusheng and Tong Mu met in the hospital. During the boring time when he was lying in bed recuperating, Tong Mu existed like a pistachio.

She is a typical rich second generation. Her parents were in the clothing business in France. She immigrated here when she was a child. She was discovered by talent scouts when she was shopping. She began to accept some advertisements and endorsements. She has lived without knowing the sufferings of the world. .

She is a uremia patient.

In Tong Mu's own words, he said that he is a third-rate model, a second-rate foodie, and a first-rate patient.

On the day Song Yusheng was discharged from the hospital, Tong Mu was still in the ward on the [-]th floor, standing at the window and shouting down: "Song Yusheng, wait! Wait for me to marry you!"

She shouted so loudly that she was almost moved by herself.

The distance was too far, and there was noise at the entrance of the hospital, but Song Yusheng didn't hear it clearly, and waved goodbye to her with a smile.

Tong Mu is not someone who gives up so easily, so he quickly created a chance to see him again.This time "Ms. Vogue" was going to shoot the cover, and she tried her best to recommend the scenery of Sze town to the editor-in-chief of the magazine, and ran over with a group of people.

The shooting plan was completed within a week, and Tong Mu temporarily lived in a hotel in the small town with the staff.In the afternoon, Song Yusheng drove the jeep left by Zhao Yingyuan to pick her up. It was only a ten-minute drive away.

Tong Mu finished his lunch early, finished his makeup in front of the mirror, and waited for him on the side of the street with a small bag slung across his shoulders.Before the car reached the front, Tong Mu was busy waving.

"Patient, we meet again!"

Song Yusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he saw the thin coat on her body, got out of the car, walked around to the other side to open the door for her, and asked, "Isn't it cold?"

Tong Mu shivered cooperatively, his teeth chattering: "It's cold, you can't have temperature if you want style."

"The body is the most important thing."

"Girls love beauty more, of course."

Song Yusheng couldn't persuade him, so he quietly raised the temperature in the car by two degrees.

Tong Mu was in high spirits: "Today I rested all day, in order to capture the night view, I will start taking pictures tomorrow night. I have been idle for more than 20 hours, so I will leave it to you."

"Okay." Song Yusheng readily agreed and turned the car around, "But I may not be a professional tour guide, and I have only been here for a short time, so I am not familiar with the nearby attractions."

"It doesn't matter, you just go shopping with me, otherwise it's boring to be alone."

"Aren't you accompanied by an assistant?"

"The assistant is better than you..." Tong Mu murmured in his heart.

Song Yusheng couldn't hear what she was thinking, and asked, "Does your family know about your discharge from the hospital?"

Tong Mu blinked playfully, quite proudly: "I begged my mother all night and she didn't agree, I sneaked out by myself, how boring it is to stay in the hospital all the time, patient, you should understand me best, right? "

"I don't understand." Song Yusheng threw the phone to her, "Call your parents to report your itinerary, don't make them worry."

Tong Mu's mouth curled up, his emotions became up, and he was not happy. After hearing Song Yusheng's last sentence, "Hurry up and take you to eat delicious food", he smiled happily. In Song Yusheng's eyes, he was no different from a child.

3.
Tong Mu's time was limited, so Song Yusheng took her around the nearby hills twice, but didn't go too far.Tong Mu didn't enjoy the game and didn't want to leave.

The next night, the snow stopped, and the moon on the sky appeared from behind the clouds. It was hazy, and it just had the artistic conception that the photographer wanted, so he was ready to start shooting.

The readers of "Ms.Vogue" magazine are mostly young women who pursue fashion and high-quality life. Most of them are aged up to 25 years old, and they are in the transition period from girls to mature women.

Sentimental, sweet, yet charming.

This is a degree that is difficult to grasp, and it is also the visual feast that "Ms. Vogue" wants to present.

Unable to escape Tong Mu's urging calls every minute, Song Yusheng had no choice but to rush to the shooting location. Tong Mu vowed to say over there: "I will definitely make you beautiful tonight!"

When Song Yusheng arrived, Tong Mu had already changed into a white gauze dress, and the makeup artist was combing her hair.In the bamboo basket next to her was the headdress she was going to wear later, all blue and purple irises, as if they were freshly picked, so delicate and charming.

Song Yusheng raised his hand to greet Tong Mu, and waited beside him, not knowing whether he was distracted or staring at a stranded ship not far away.

"It's really unreasonable. I'm so beautifully dressed, but you don't even look at me!" Tong Mu walked over with her skirt in her hands, and turned around in front of Song Yusheng.

"Pretty." With a smile in his eyes, he praised her gently.

"Too perfunctory."

"Hmm... very nice."

"More perfunctory."

Of course, Tong Mu was not satisfied with this answer, and sat with him on the crossbar piled up on the shore, in front of him was a silent sea under the night sky.

Even breathing was cold, the little assistant hurriedly brought a down jacket, and Tong Mu wrapped it up reluctantly.

Song Yusheng reminded her again: "I've said it many times, patients should pay attention to their health."

Tong Mu loves to listen to such helpless instructions from him, as if there is nothing he can do about her, and it is mixed with such obvious concern, like a winter fire that makes people greedy.

"You talk as much as my attending doctor..." She pretended to be impatient.

"I'm a doctor." Song Yusheng said, "A psychiatrist."

Tong Mu turned his head, smiled brightly, and looked at him expectantly: "Then let me be your patient?"

Song Yusheng laughed: "There are specialists in surgery, I can't cure your illness."

"whispering sound--"

You just don't want to.

The scene has been set up there, and they are calling Tong Mu's name, telling her to hurry over and shoot.

Song Yusheng promised to be an enthusiastic onlooker, so he stood with the peripheral staff and watched Tong Mu pose as the photographer asked.

The moonlight, the deep sea, and the thin white mist are intertwined, and the woman in the white gauze skirt on the shallow beach seems to have fallen into the mortal world by mistake.

The scene was too quiet, the sea water was washing the reef, shua... shua... shua...

There was also the continuous sound of pressing the shutter, which made Song Yusheng's thoughts pause for a moment.

His eyes moved away from Tong Mu, and turned to the young female photographer involuntarily. She was looking for different shooting angles, chasing after Tong Mu's footsteps.

Such movements and demeanor, for a second, made Song Yusheng feel familiar.

The sudden emotional turmoil in my heart swept in like a monstrous wave, and then receded immediately, disappearing without a trace.

He couldn't grasp anything, he couldn't remember anything.

There was only a momentary sense of loss.

4.
For the next few days of filming, Song Yusheng did not come to the scene again. A patient suffering from severe depression came to the clinic. He was very difficult. He was forcibly brought here by his family for treatment, but he was very uncooperative. Song Yusheng couldn't get away from it. , There is no way to visit Tong Mu again.

Tong Mu was somewhat disappointed without him as an audience.

The shooting here was not going well either, the photographer was not acclimatized to the climate here in Sze, and started to vomit and diarrhea after staying for a few days.After going on like this for two nights, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and went to the hospital on the third day.

The photographer was on a break, and the projected task could not be completed on time, and an extra day of delay would be a huge expense, and the magazine office was in a hurry.

The little assistant delivered afternoon tea to Tong Mu in the hotel room, and she asked, "Can we rest for two days now?"

"How can it be!" The assistant also said in a very regretful tone, "We still started working normally at four o'clock in the afternoon. The planners of "Ms. Vogue" found a photographer to make up for it temporarily, and the shooting continued as usual."

Tong Mu asked: "I was looking for it temporarily? Who did I look for?"

"I don't know." The assistant shook his head, "I guess it's not very reliable. I just heard the make-up artist say it's called Leuan, but I've never heard of it. I don't know where it came from. Maybe it was just on the side of the road It was pulled to make up the number."

"Ms.Vogue won't be so bad, right?"

"Whatever, we can't blame you if we don't get the desired effect by then. We'll still get the money."

"Yeah!" Tong Mu was startled, "What if I get ugly when the time comes?"

The assistant hurriedly comforted her: "You are beautiful, you are born with beauty, you will look good in whatever he takes..."

Although this consolation was tantamount to flattering, Tong Mu finally felt a little more at ease, and took a small fork and began to divide the desserts on the porcelain plate on the table.

The assistant reminded her: "Eat a little less, although you are not easy to gain weight, you still have to control it."

Tong Mu didn't agree, he took a big bite of the fruit mousse, his cheeks bulging.

"Hey, you don't want to listen! You are a model, you will lose your fans if you gain weight and become ugly!"

Tong Mu eccentrically made things difficult: "Didn't you just say that I was born beautiful? So it's all a lie."

The assistant was speechless, and had nothing to do with her except stare blankly.

Tong Mu arrived on time at four o'clock in the afternoon. This time, he was shooting indoors and chose a special local cafe.The staff was ready in advance, Tong Mu looked around, but did not see the person with the camera.

She rubbed her elbow against the assistant: "Where's the new photographer?" She was still curious.

Just as he was asking, there was a movement behind the row of colorful ceramic toys in the museum. Tong Mu subconsciously looked in that direction. Most of his sight was blocked by the wooden frame, and he saw a dark figure Walked down the stairs.

Slowly getting closer and closer, I finally saw the person's appearance clearly.

It turned out to be a woman, Tong Mu thought.

She was tall and thin, and she was dressed in black, with a crumpled wide coat on her upper body, which looked dirty and old.The contours of the face are handsome, but also faintly revealing an uncontrollable flamboyance, with a hint of suppressed sharpness.The facial features are not very visible, because the hair is disheveled, the eyes are covered, and a peaked cap is put on to block the light falling from the top of the head, and half of the face is sunk in the shadows.

The whole person seems to be hidden in a cover.

It looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a long time, it was sloppy and decadent, with an indescribably deep feeling.

She said in Chinese as soon as she spoke: "We can start filming." Obviously she said to Tong Mu.

Tong Mu stood still. Seeing that this man was slovenly, with a cold and stiff attitude, he couldn't help frowning: "Who are you? Don't just use a camera to fool people, right?"

"Wen Yuyun."

Tong Mu was taken aback: "Huh?"

"My name is Wen Yuyun," she said slowly, "your temporary photographer."

"Really?" Tong Mu didn't quite believe it.

"If you don't believe me, ask the planner."

After she finished speaking, she started to install the tripod and fiddle with the photography equipment, leaving behind a cold back, leaving Tong Mu alone with a belly full of anger.

The planner hurried over and explained to Tong Mu: "Isn't the previous photographer gone to the hospital? I have to find someone else! I saw this person taking pictures of snow at the beach that day. He was very professional, so I chatted with her and watched it again. There are a lot of old photos in her camera, so I pulled them here because I thought they were reliable..."

"Where is it reliable?" Tong Mu frowned, still dissatisfied.

"My aunt, it's already this time, so don't be picky, okay, hurry up and go back to the hotel to rest!" The assistant also came to help persuade.

Although Tong Mu was reluctant, he finally agreed.

There is a glass temperature-controlled greenhouse behind the cafe.Every winter, the patches of lavender outside wither away, but this place still retains the grand occasion of a hundred flowers blooming in the room. The flowers and leaves hang down like clusters of wheat ears, and the fragrance is tangy, just like the midsummer in July and August.

There is a small rattan chair among the flowers, which is the main shooting prop today.Tong Mu walked over and sat down on the chair.

Wen Yuyun discussed with the two lighting engineers at the side, and then she was ready to start shooting. She pointed the camera at Tong Mu and became serious in an instant.

"Take off the high heels, and the whole person squats on the chair more naturally." She said.

Tong Mu did as requested, and was very cooperative, probably wanting to call it a day.

Wen Yuyun pressed the shutter button continuously, concentrating on it.She was wearing very thin clothes, holding the camera with both hands in the air, and the sleeves looked empty and big.

Patting and clapping, she stopped suddenly, pushed the door of the flower room and walked out, squatted down in the open space outside, and took pictures of Tong Mu through a transparent glass door.

It's nothing at all, but it's snowing again at some point, and there's a lot of it.

Tong Mu saw that the part of her wrist protruding from the cuff was thin and pale, surpassing the color of the turbulent snow, but the back of her hand was suspiciously red, which should have been frozen.

The greenhouse was as warm as spring, Tong Mu looked at Wen Yuyun in the snow and felt really cold.

The chill penetrated from the skin little by little, and diffused into the heart.

Perhaps it was because Wen Yuyun looked strange and was not easy to get close to. Several staff members in the room performed their duties, but none of them went out to hold an umbrella for her.

It wasn't until a satisfactory photo was taken and the work was finally over that Wen Yuyun pushed the door in. The black peaked cap and the thin shoulder line had already been covered with a layer of silver.

"It's done," she said.

Tong Mu had always been skeptical about Wen Yuyun's professionalism. After changing her clothes, she didn't leave in a hurry, and went to the staff to see the photos just taken.I just glanced at the original image exported on the computer. There is no trace of photoshopping, and it is already impeccable, especially in terms of artistic conception. I have the feeling that "Ms. Vogue" needs.

Tong Mu was finally convinced in his heart.

I have to admit that Wen Yuyun did have two brushes.

Tong Mu looked back, the man was packing up the equipment, bent over, his figure was still lonely, as if the spine on his back would protrude from the fabric.

It makes people wonder what is her origin, how did she appear in this small town in the south of France?

5.
The shooting lasted for four or five hours, and at this moment the sky outside was completely dark, dark and gloomy.

The snow is surging, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

Tong Mu lay on the bed and checked the time. It was only eight or nine o'clock in the evening. After tossing and turning, he couldn't sleep anymore. He simply got up and put on his clothes again, and secretly drove his assistant's car to find Song Yusheng. Anyway, the distance was very short.

Winter is the off-season for tourism in Sze. When I came out of the hotel, I didn't meet many people along the way.Seeing that it was almost here, Tong Mu accidentally saw Wen Yuyun.

Wen Yuyun came out of a bakery. It seemed that she had just finished getting enough food and clothing. She hunched her body slightly and hunched her back, stepping on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. It was the same clinic where Tong Mu went to Song Yusheng. direction.

There were only a few steps left, and there was a steep turn in front of him. Tong Mu knew that he was not good at driving, so he walked down and followed Wen Yuyun far away.

Gradually, Tong Mu discovered that the two were not only in the same direction, but also in the same destination.

Just when she almost thought that Wen Yuyun was also going to the clinic to look for Song Yusheng, Wen Yuyun went to a small building next to him, bypassed a row of wooden fences, and disappeared.

Tong Mu rang the doorbell for a while before the room responded.Song Yusheng came to open the door wearing gray home clothes, with a coat draped over his shoulders: "Why are you here at this time?"

Tong Mu flashed in: "After taking the photo, I had nothing else to do, and I couldn't sleep, so I came to play with you. You haven't slept yet, have you?"

This small building is divided into two, the left side is used by Zhao Yingyuan as a psychological clinic, and the right side is the living area.The room was tidy and tidy, with a faint scent of calming plants, and the flame in the fireplace was already weak. Tong Mu said, "It seems that you are ready to rest."

Song Yusheng poured water for her, steaming hot.

"It's okay, I can chat with you for a while."

Tong Mu saw the sinking and floating tea in the cup, and sighed: "You still like to drink this."

Yes, Song Yusheng still likes to drink tea.Although he can't remember many things, the habits engraved in his bones are not easy to change.

"You are a very nostalgic person." Tong Mu guessed.

Song Yusheng smiled.

"By the way, do you know who lives next door to your house?"

"A Turkish family, husband, wife and two daughters, is there a problem?"

"Isn't she a Chinese?" Thinking of Wen Yuyun's appearance, Tong Mu became more and more suspicious, "The photographer who took pictures of me today is a Chinese woman. I followed her all the way just now and found that she entered the apartment next door to your house. room."

"What does it look like?" Song Yusheng asked.

"Wearing all in black, very thin, taller than me... the hair is half-length and not short, as if it hasn't been taken care of, it covers the face, making it difficult to see the facial features... Also, the personality is so sloppy , I still have a weird temper..."

Song Yusheng shook his head: "I don't have any impression, I probably haven't seen it, maybe it's a tenant of that family."

Hearing what he said, Tong Mu changed the subject and talked about it elsewhere.

The two chatted endlessly for more than an hour. Most of the time, Song Yusheng was listening, and Tong Mu was talking, breaking down some strange things he encountered in the entertainment circle and telling them, just like talking about cross talk.

When it was almost ten o'clock, Tong Mu's little assistant called suddenly. Tong Mu didn't want to answer at first, but Song Yusheng said, "Maybe there is something urgent."

The result was really what he said.

The little assistant received a notice from his superiors that there was a perfume endorser who wanted to audition for Tong Mu, a luxury brand that had just entered the French market.It is estimated that the opportunity is not easy to come by, and there are many competitors staring at it, so the company asked Tong Mu to go back quickly.

Tong Mu just finished taking the photos requested by "Ms. Vogue" magazine today, and she was planning to stay in Sze for a few days and treat it as a vacation, but now the plan goes to waste, she definitely doesn't want to.I got into a temper tantrum with my assistant on the phone and almost dropped my phone.

Song Yusheng said that he would personally take her to the airport, so she calmed down a bit and returned to the hotel obediently to pack her luggage and pack her things.

"Do you think I'm troublesome?" Tong Mu calmed down and realized that he seemed too headstrong. If she hadn't disturbed her, Song Yusheng would have been lying on the bed to rest right now.

"You're a girl, so it's right to take care of you more." Song Yusheng said gently.

Tong Mu felt that he was too polite, and there was always a distance between the two of them, which prevented her from getting any closer.

"Take your medicine on time, and if you can't take it anymore, you must go to the hospital." Song Yusheng instructed in the airport hall.Tong Mu couldn't tell whether it was a polite way of meeting the occasion, or the intimacy between friends.She wanted to ask clearly, but she didn't dare, so she could only say goodbye reluctantly: "Come to play with you next time!"

Song Yusheng smiled at her, his deep peach eyes reflected a faint and warm silhouette by the lights in the hall.

Back and forth here, when Song Yusheng turned back home, it was already close to five o'clock in the morning.The small town of Sze was still immersed in sleep and heavy snow, silent.

He was so sleepy that he didn't get out of the car immediately after the car was turned off.Sitting in the driver's seat and squinting for a while, I fell asleep without knowing it.

Then he was awakened by a rustling sound.

It was the sound of a bamboo broom rubbing against the ground—the sound of snow sweeping.

The thought that popped up in his mind suddenly opened Song Yusheng's eyes, and his mind became much clearer.Perhaps it was for more than ten days in a row, when he woke up every morning and saw the path outside his door was clean, which made him always confused, and he was already sensitive to the word "sweeping snow".

Occasionally he wanted to figure it out.

Song Yusheng put down the car window silently and looked over. It was a dark dawn, and the sky was still dark, only two distant street lamps illuminated it.

The figure was facing him sideways, wearing a peaked cap with the brim pressed down so low that his face was completely blurred.

The sweeping was extremely serious. From the first step in front of the clinic to the gravel road below, the snow was pushed away layer by layer, revealing the original color underneath.

The man was dressed in black, and the sky and the earth were white, like a moving point in the vast galaxy.

The heavy snow fell silently on her arched back, as if it wanted to bury her together with the night before dawn.

Song Yusheng opened the car door and walked over step by step.

The footsteps were not heavy, but deliberately made loud enough to be heard.The man heard it, but he froze in place as if he had been acupunctured, and he didn't turn around immediately.

Probably because I didn't expect to sweep the snow in front of someone's door, and there would be a time when someone would catch me in the face.

On the contrary, he lowered his head even lower, probably not wanting Song Yusheng to see it.

Her fingers holding the broomstick were red and swollen from the cold, like carrots. Others would not have imagined how these ten fingers were playing with the SLR in a chic and easy way before, making Tong Mu a pure and charming one lying alone among the flowers sprites.

Standing in a stalemate in the snow for less than 2 minutes, she took the lead in abandoning her armor and dragging her soldiers. Few people can be as patient as Song Yusheng.So, she had no choice but to withdraw first.

He walked away with the broom in his arms, but was grabbed by the elbow.

Song Yusheng used so much force that it was difficult to break free.

It stands to reason that Wen Yuyun, who has practiced taekwondo since childhood, would not be weak in skill and strength, but she was defenseless at the moment, because she did not expect that a gentleman like Song Yusheng would rashly attack a stranger.

As soon as he pulled her, her body turned around due to inertia, and the two stood facing each other without warning.

Feather-like snowflakes fell, and scattered snow particles were blown obliquely by the wind and landed on her eyelashes, but she resisted blinking.

I want to escape too much, but I am too reluctant.

Too reluctant to take a look, she didn't know that her eyes were full of greed at this moment.

The face contained in her pupils was a face she thought she would never see in this life.In that year, Wen Yuyun stood in the ruins of Taixi Building after the burning, his heart seemed to be crushed inch by inch, and he couldn't stick together anymore.The boy she had selfishly thought would be with her for the rest of her life disappeared in the fire without having time to see her for the last time.

Now, he showed up.

She cried and begged her grandfather back then, I can't find Ah Sheng, please help me...

But it was useless, the Song family held the funeral immediately, and a new monument was added to the cemetery in Jiuqiong Mountain.They all said that Song Yu was dead.

Now, what she faced was no longer the cold and temperatureless photos, but the most extravagant thing in her dream appeared in front of her eyes.

She stood on the street in a foreign land, in the faint morning light, in the surging snow, she wanted to laugh, but her tears flowed down first.

Should I say "Hello" or "Long time no see"?
The situation was unexpected again, because Song Yusheng called her name accurately: "Yuyun?"

He even left out his surname, which sounded like an illusion of intimacy.

Wen Yuyun's heart choked.

"You...remember me?" She asked mechanically and cautiously with a stiff expression.

"I went back to City A not long ago to attend the wedding of Yanshu and Xiguang. I saw a lot of people in previous photos..." These last words were actually alienating and polite, but Wen Yuyun was in a trance and didn't realize it.

"So I know you."

So...that's it.

Song Yusheng said: "I heard people say that we are very good friends."

"Then what do you think?" Her voice was chilly in the cold winter, and her heart sank quickly as if falling into the sea. She heard herself asking him, "How do you define me?"

There was obvious confusion in Song Yusheng's eyes: "Could it be - isn't it a friend?"

It was as if dense needles had pricked her chest, and the pain was silent. The corners of Wen Yuyun's eyes covered by her hair were a little red, and she nodded and smiled at him vigorously: "Yes, we are very good friends."

(End of this chapter)