monopolize her

Is that right?

Wen Yuran didn't drink much, and he was very lightly drunk, but he was inexplicably upset.

Have you ever said such a joke yourself?

It's really scumbag.

Apology mixed with a bit of self-blame, unspeakably uncomfortable.

Later, Tian Xiaoxin joked a lot, saying, "This girl is really persevering, and she actually got you. Didn't she tell you about the past?"

Wen Yuran responded in a perfunctory manner, thinking about the little girl's affairs in his heart, and he ate the rest of the meal in a smug mood.

We had almost eaten, and the driver arrived at the place.

After seeing Wen Yuran and Tian Xiaoxin off, seeing the driver waiting by the side of the road, he also got into the car, and the car drove steadily towards home.

After arriving home, Wen Yuran found that the little girl was not at home.

She called Ning An's name several times, but got no response.Wen Yuran went to several rooms to look around.

"Ning'an?" Wen Yuran walked into the guest room, where the little girl kept her things, and there was a small balcony outside.

The door of the small balcony is also transparent, and the figure of the little girl can be vaguely seen outside the dragging curtains.

Ning An was facing her back, facing the balcony guardrail, looking outside, from Wen Yuran's perspective, he could only vaguely see the soft lines of the little girl's back.

Wen Yuran stepped through the guest room and approached the little girl.

Her eyes stayed on the little girl all the time, and she didn't look at the road much. It seemed that her arm accidentally touched a wooden object.

"Boom."

It was the sound of objects falling to the ground.

What is missing?

Wen Yuran looked back, and found that he bumped into a box on a wooden frame, and papers spilled out.

This box seems to have been brought by the little girl from that gloomy rented room, and she has been cherishing it all the time.

Wen Yuran let out a breath, squatted down patiently, trying to pick up the things.

But the moment his eyes touched the ground, Wen Yuran was stunned.

——Inside the box is her picture.

Wen Yuran picked up the pieces of paper scattered on the ground one by one, put them on the box one by one, and took a good look at them.

Inside the box are Wen Yuran's photos, some were developed, some were cut from magazines, some were snapped from group photos...

It has spanned several years from her speech photo of her return visit to high school to the recent magazine cover.

There was another photo, which was supposed to be a photo of her and Tian Xiaoxin, but Tian Xiaoxin's position was crossed out by a red marker.

It seems to be mixed with great resentment.

Wen Yuran's heart trembled.

"Give it back to me." The little girl's voice came from above.

Wen Yuran raised her head tremblingly.

I saw Ning An standing in front of her, with his head down, looking down at her.

The color of the pupils is very dark.

Wen Yuran took a few deep breaths to let his heartbeat gradually stabilize, then slowly got up and handed the box back to the little girl.

"Here you are." Wen Yuran swallowed, stabilized his voice, and said,

"Are you afraid?" The little girl's voice was very soft.

"No." Wen Yuran clenched his fingers, and then loosened them a little bit, "I...maybe I didn't pay much attention to you before, I'm sorry, I will treat you well in the future."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yuran restrained his slight fear and tried his best to show a gentle smile.

Ning looked at her quietly.

After a while, Ning An responded softly: "Yes."

"I used to be with Tian Xiaoxin, but we broke up a long time ago. Now we meet as hidden partners. It's really nothing."

"En." Ning An replied softly again.

Wen Yuran took two steps forward.

She thought, the little girl is a bit paranoid, but the little girl is such a ghost, and she likes such a ghost.

Nothing to be afraid of.

While thinking, Wen Yuran took the little girl's hand.

Then he lowered his head, and clumsily kissed the little girl's lips lightly.

"Ning'an."

"Huh?" Ning An's voice was a little hoarse, and seemed to contain a bit of crying.

"Let's go hiking this weekend."

—Let’s go climbing a mountain this week.

— This is what I owe you.

The last half of the sentence was left unsaid.

I still remember that at the beginning, I promised to go out with the little girl to play, but there was a car accident halfway, and the little girl was a ghost.

I was entangled and entangled, but I didn't have a good time with the little girl.

That night, Wen Yuran had that dream again.

In the dream, she had white hair all over her head.

The little girl is full of youth, and she is still juicy from head to toe.

Wen Yuran woke up again.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and looked at the little girl sleeping soundly beside her pillow, a little lost in thought.

What can I do?

Today there is wine and today is drunk.

One day together counts as one day.

Wen Yuran didn't know how long he sat in the dark, but he was really tired and fell asleep.

The weekend is here.

Wen Yuran was fully prepared, drove for several hours, and took the little girl to check in at the foot of the mountain.

The sunrise at the top of the mountain is famous here.

Hearing that the accommodation conditions at the top of the mountain were not ideal, Wen Yuran did not choose to climb the mountain at night, but set an alarm clock for the early morning.

In the early morning, the alarm clock rang.

Wen Yuran got up dizzy, couldn't open his eyes, and walked a little shaky.

The little girl was fine.

They took searchlights and began to climb from the foot of the mountain.Fortunately, it was only a weekend, not a special holiday, and there were not many people climbing the mountain, only sparse figures.

At the beginning, Wen Yuran carried the bag on his back.

After crawling for a while, Wen Yuran's bag was carried on the little girl's back.

After climbing for a while, Wen Yuran's person was also carried on the little girl's back.

The little girl's neck was very cold, and Wen Yuran wrapped his arms around it, feeling the chill in his armpits.But soon, Wen Yuran got used to the temperature, and fell asleep unhurriedly.

"Wen Yuran."

"Wen Yuran, wake up."

There was a soft voice slipping into the ear canal, Wen Yuran struggled a few times, and slowly woke up.

She was resting on the little girl's lap, and her neck was still a little numb.Wen Yuran pressed his neck and sat up little by little with his arms on the ground.

"The sunrise is over there."

Wen Yuran turned his head and looked in the direction the little girl pointed.

I saw the crimson floating light spreading up from the horizon, time passed slowly, the red light leaped up, with an egg yolk-like circle in the center, the vast red light reflected the mottled clouds on the dome.

"Wen Yuran."

"what happened?"

"You'll always be with me, won't you?"

The little girl's voice was fluttering, like a bird that couldn't find its nest, and the final sound was scattered in the air.

Wen Yuran was silent.

I don't know how long it was quiet, but finally Wen Yuran couldn't bear it and opened his mouth.

"I won't leave you. But I will grow old..."

She tried her best to speak naturally, concealing all uncertain fragility and worries, her voice was as calm as chatting.

In the next second, Wen Yuran heard laughter.

"I'll be old too." Ning An smiled sweetly.

I saw that the little girl waved her hand, and a wrinkle appeared on her face, and when she waved her hand again, another wrinkle appeared on her face.With a wave of both hands, the wrinkles disappeared.

Like a juggler.

"You like what I look like, so I will look like me. When the time comes, we will grow old together, reincarnate together, and drink Mengpo soup together." The little girl's every word is filled with a smile.

Wen Yuran couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

"Okay." Wen Yuran said with a smile.

The heaviest burden in my heart fell to the ground, and Wen Yuran smiled sincerely.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sun has come out, and the whole sky has been scorched red.

Perhaps it was because the surroundings were too quiet, Wen Yuran recalled many memories.

There are good and bad, but the end result is good.

Wen Yuran tilted his head: "Ning An, I've always wanted to ask you something."

"What's the matter, just tell me if you ask me." Ning An blinked.

"Once, I was entangled by Ge Tianhai's soul, but the next day I didn't remember you coming, it was like drinking a pill." Wen Yuran pondered, "Can you erase my memory? "

Ning An paused for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

"We knew each other before, but I don't remember it at all. Did you erase my memory?"

This time, Ning An turned his head away and didn't answer.

Wen Yuran continued: "Don't be like this in the future, I want to keep the memories of getting along."

Ning An was quiet for a long time.

Finally, he agreed with a "Yeah."

Wen Yuran did not pursue her so-called lost memory.

Ning An didn't say anything either.

The sky is brighter.

Ning An looked at the sky light in the distance, and all the memories were intertwined in one place——

How can there be any lost memory?Ning An laughed inwardly.

In fact, Wen Yuran didn't remember, because it was irrelevant, so he forgot.

Forget it easily and cleanly.

It's human nature, after all, who would remember a beggar who he gave a handout to?

From five years ago to now.Ning An remembered every minute and every second of the time spent with Wen Yuran, every minute and every second was chewed and recalled repeatedly.She also remembered the painful madness of the tossing and turning.

There are very few good memories, so few that they have been chewed to pieces, leaving only a screen full of thoughts, lust, and jealousy.

Five years ago, only Tian Xiaoxin could be called "Wen Yuran" by her full name.

And I dared to call out my full name only if I could close the door and face the photo.

She yearned day and night and tried her best to realize the phrase "When you are as good as me, I will accept you."

As a result, the person who promised has long forgotten.

But it doesn't matter, everything is in the past, there are only a few memories of the past, and more and more memories in the future.

Ning An looked at the people around him, showing a sweet smile——

this time,

She really got what she wanted.

【THAN】

The author has something to say: [The author's advance receipt]

"Addicted to Narcissism" (seeking advance receipt)

Jian Le is a well-known problem student in the school, and rumors about this person have been circulating recently.

Rumor has it that Jian Le's grades have improved.

Rumor has it that Jian Le started to like looking in the mirror.

It is rumored that Jian Le often stares at the mirror fascinatedly for half an hour, and she is suspected of suffering from narcissism.

In the face of all kinds of rumors in the school, the problem student Jian Le expressed that she was innocent——

Inexplicably, another soul lived in her body, and this soul was obsessed with her beauty.

#I know I'm pretty, please put down the mirror, okay#

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