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Song Yu put the wine by the table and filled Cheng Ji and himself with wine from time to time. The flower cakes and pastry peanuts on the table were prepared by Liang Hao for Song Yu every morning and served with wine at night.

Cheng Ji's drinking capacity is indeed not as good as Song Yu imagined.

Before having a cup, I still sat down and asked Song Yu: "There is a bed above you, if I get drunk later, can I just sleep there?"

Song Yu shook his head and said that it was also arranged by Ji Anhe, Cheng Ji would be satisfied and didn't ask to sleep there anymore.

But after a cup, Cheng Ji was not so considerate, he finished his story with his face in his hands.

His story is similar to Song Yu's.

They are all moths to the flame, and they are all throwing that lonely courage in romance.

In the end, romantic to death, alone.

"It's your turn." Cheng Ji raised his glass to hear Song Yu's story.

Song Yu shook his head: "There is nothing to say."

"Just say 'him', I want to listen." Cheng Ji propped his chin on his elbows, sitting in a listener's movement, earnestly looking forward to it.

"He and I started in this ancient city. I first met him in the bar. He sat in my seat. I looked over and he looked over with a smile. It was very beautiful, like... an orchid Obviously nothing special, but everything is special." Song Yu's eyes became far-reaching, and the corners of his mouth also smiled because of the person he was talking about. The smile was like the warm sun in winter, not warm, but not cold, warm Wraps people tenderly.

"Later, it was just like most of the people I met here, nothing special. I liked him, and he happened to like me too. We have kissed in many places in this ancient city..." Song Yu looked up slightly Nodding his head, the sweetness in his eyes suddenly overflowed, and he couldn't even hold back his laughter. He laughed and added some wine to Cheng Ji, "Wherever I go now, I feel his shadow."

"Then why is he still leaving?"

"He." Song Yu's smile froze, he raised his head and drank the bitter wine, "I'm not the only one on my shoulders, and it can't be just me. I know. He's here, here!" Song Yu said and stood up Get up, squat down in front of the wine cabinet a few steps, just like Ji Anhe did when he tidied up the wine cabinet that day, squatted down, looked at Cheng Ji, "When I was on the phone with his brother here, I heard Here it is. His father is gone. He has to bear the burden and bring up his younger brother. You know, he studied abroad, but he returned early."

"Oh, he still has family members, so?" Cheng Ji asked.

Song Yun pursed her lips and shook her head: "That's not it. I couldn't keep him. Maybe he was afraid that he would get too deep, so it's hard to say... Otherwise, why did he come to be this philanthropist? He is Wanted to pull himself out early; he wanted to go, I knew... I knew."

The strength of this high-alcohol alcohol slowly invaded this overly sad topic...

Cheng Ji was so dizzy that he couldn't quite distinguish what Song Yu was saying now.He shook uncontrollably, and his face was blush from the sunset on the horizon.

"So..." He started talking, but didn't finish.

"So?" Song Yu waited for Cheng Ji's next words.

"So... I forgot, where did I say it? Ah!" Cheng Ji seemed to remember something, dangling his hand in the air, and suddenly filled with righteous indignation, "I want to say! The one named Ji is just an idiot. Heartless!"

Song Yu's hand holding the wine glass trembled, listening to his words, all the wine in the glass was spilled out.

Song Yu thought for a while before realizing that what Cheng Ji was talking about was probably the man named Ji Qing'an that Cheng Ji liked in the previous story.

Song Yu smiled before answering, her voice was deep but a little helpless.

"Yes. Heartless."

But even so, he still thought about it and thought about it.

"That won't work, I have to ask him! You lend me your mobile phone, I'm out of charge."

Song Yu glanced at the slightly drunk man and questioned, "Do you still remember the phone number?"

"Remember! I will never forget it." Cheng Ji said this in a low voice.

Song Yu seemed to have found some sympathy for each other in his whispered words.

He seemed to always remember Ji Anhe's cell phone number.

I don't know when I memorized it, but I can't forget it right now.

Every time I drink too much, I can't help but want to call, ask and chat, even a sentence is fine.

Every time before the call was over, Song Yu woke up first.

He dare not.

He was afraid that Ji Anhe would ask him what he was doing.

He was afraid of answering Ji Anhe: drink.

He promised Ji Anhe at the Erhai Lake: no smoking, less drinking, he dared not tell Ji Anhe, since Ji Anhe left, he has been drinking every day, and every day he is looking for that man named Ji Anhe in his drunken dreams people.

Cheng Ji squinted his eyes slightly, and his fingers slid up and down on the screen before he pressed the voice call.

The ringtone of the WeChat phone echoed throughout the rooftop garden.

Song Yu always felt that something was wrong, but alcohol paralyzed his nerves, so he never realized what was wrong.

Until the call is connected, the speaker will hear the voice of the other end of the phone.

"Hey?"

Song Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, he reflexively went to get his phone, Cheng Ji took advantage of the alcohol, turned around and broke free.Cheng Ji frowned, held up the phone, and asked the person on the other end of the phone: "Who are you? I'll ask Ji to answer the phone."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Song Yu followed suit.

He withdrew his hand and watched Cheng Ji raised his head, arrogantly accusing him, Song Yu thought, that Ji Qing'an probably really dotes on Cheng Ji.

Probably the same as Ji Anhe before.

Probably they love each other like Song and Ji.

But Song Ji and Song Ji could only love each other like they did before.

The setting sun covers the high-rise buildings in the city with gold, and the fine snow gives silver makeup to the dead branches of the big trees in the city.

The pedestrians on the street are bustling, and the cars on the road are coming and going.

Ji Anhe walked home as the night was about to fall.Change shoes and undress as usual and turn on the radio.

The habit of listening to the radio was probably a coincidence two and a half years ago—at that time, he came back here for half a year, and it was also half a year after he left Dali.

He went to discuss the project on behalf of He Xia, had two extra drinks with Mr. Zhang, told him that he hadn't left the country yet, and asked Ji Tong, who had accumulated experience under him, to drive him back.

At that time, the chauffeur turned on the radio, and there was that song on the radio, the song that Song Yu sang to him.

"Promise you, I will bow my head just to kiss you..."

This line of lyrics, which he could never forget from the beginning to the end, together with Song Yu and the string of wind chimes that this person gave, trapped him together.

Unlike Song Yu, he has so many places to recall, there are so many places, he can always remind them of their passionate love.

All he had was the string of wind chimes that he had exchanged, and a song that he couldn't hear from others.

He uses the wind chime to remember the phrase "kiss in the depths of the wind and flowers", and he uses the song to remember the person under the snow and moon.

That's all he has left.

This is the only thing that reminds me of my previous affection.

Ji Anhe hung his suit jacket in the closet, turned around and walked to the window.

The windows are wide open, and the setting sun is magnanimously falling on the wind chimes. Everything is still the same, but everything has changed again.

The wind chime is dumb.

The falling bell-ringing stone seemed to be swallowed by the wind blowing from the window.

Ji Anhe frowned, he didn't even have time to change his shirt, he looked down at the string of wind chimes that would no longer make a sound.

He checked the wind chime with a serious expression, and then lay down on the floor looking for the ringing stone.

The floor, on the bed, under the bed, in front of and behind the door, inside and outside the closet... He checked all the places that he could look for, but his brows were locked deeper in the process.

The night was getting darker, and the overhead lamp was on alone.

Ji Anhe sat on the ground dejectedly, leaning against the bed, he was chanting something, but it wasn't the ringing bell he had been looking for.

"Song Yu..."

He kept repeating the name, as if he was afraid that this person or his and this person's memory would be swallowed up by the wind together with the sound of the wind chimes.

The phone on the table vibrated for an unknown number of times. Ji Anhe was probably annoyed in the end. He leaned on the edge of the bed to reach for the phone on the table.

His hand paused on the phone screen, and he spoke.

"Hey?"