Travels

[Sunny March 11st

she left.

I thought there would be such a day, but when it really came, I didn't know how to face it.

She walked so resolutely, she didn't want to say a word to me, as if she didn't see me, since I was standing behind her all the time.Seeing her walk out of that door, my heart seemed to fly away with her.

The room is full of her shadow.

Not long ago, she was still telling me that we can leave Huaxing together, we can go anywhere, if I want to sing, I can keep singing, she doesn’t care if I can sing with me, as long as we can be together, we can do anything .She was very scared when she said these words. At that time, I didn't know what she was afraid of. I only realized it now. Is it because I have foreseen the end of today?That's why I have to ask me, which one is more important between singing and her?

I told her to stop singing, but I thought in my heart, this person is so stupid, there is nothing more important than her, she is such a good person, she is the sun that I have never had in my life, let me feel for the first time I realize that living is meaningful, that you can have joy and happiness, instead of working hard every day just for a bite of food and a bed.

I'm such a hypocritical and overconfident person. Only when I really made a choice did I realize that there is still something more important than her.

The stars are shining brightly, the future is bright... I hope I can really make it that far. When that day comes, will she come back to me again?

Mumu, can you wait for me? 】

This diary ends here. Xia Wanmu closes the notebook, gets up from the soft chair, walks to the window and lifts a corner of the curtain to look out——in the moonlit courtyard, there is a person quietly Standing, thinner and straighter than the holly tree beside it.

She lowered the curtain, suddenly a surge of anger welled up in her heart, she turned around and rushed downstairs.

In the living room on the first floor, several people each occupied a corner of the sofa, and the big TV hung on the wall was playing lively, and the melody was somewhat familiar.She took a closer look, and it turned out that it was the talent show variety show that she and Yu Qingge had appeared together before, and it was on the first episode where she sang and danced vigorously.

This scene is a bit embarrassing at first glance, especially when Lu Zhen is still laughing and knocking on melon seeds, pulling the assistant on the side to make comments, while Sheng Tianyin is sitting on the side, smiling but not smiling, he is really a quiet audience .

Seeing her coming down, Niangpao threw away the melon seeds in her hand, and rushed forward in a blah, crying: "You finally came out, I'm afraid you won't think about it, and you won't dare to go home. If you don't say anything, I can only spend the night here tonight!"

Xia Wanmu sideways avoided the sissy's wolf pounce, and exposed him calmly: "I think you are having a good time."

Lu Zhen blushed, and said about it from left to right: "We are watching a show, why don't you come and sit and play for a while, it's easy to be autistic if you stay alone!"

The screen on the TV changed, and a woman with a butterfly mask was singing. She glanced twice, forced herself to look away from it, looked at the plush carpet and asked in a low voice, "Why isn't she leaving?"

Lu Zhen's small eyes blinked, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The two people sitting on the sofa looked over in silence, and the three pairs of eyes stared at her together.

"Oh, it's not like you don't know that Teacher Yu is stubborn. She said she would not leave until she saw you. I can't persuade you. It's a cold day, and the white wind on the mountain will blow off her ears. You have been standing for more than an hour, can your small body bear it? You can persuade people to go back, don't wake up tomorrow morning and find a dead body at the door, how unlucky it is."

"If you can't speak, just keep your mouth shut." Xia Wanmu gave him a cold look, then turned and walked towards the door.

This year's winter was extremely cold. As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by a gust of wind, and her body shivered uncontrollably after adapting to the warm air.The person who stood motionless like a pillar heard some movement, immediately turned around, and seeing her, her long and narrow eyes seemed to be lit up instantly, and trotted over hurriedly.

"What's the matter?" Her heart was agitated, she couldn't tell whether it was because of the past or just because of seeing this person's pale face, she rushed to speak, fearing that she would give another chance to go out, and unconsciously became soft-hearted.

Yu Qingge got stuck two meters in front of her and stopped, not even daring to step up the steps, his guilty look made people even more angry.

"Hurry up if you have something to say, are you standing here to be Miss Sheng's door god?" She realized that her tone had become angry, and she was about to vent her dissatisfaction with this person, so she closed her mouth, turned her head and settled down. Looking at the white-painted pillars on the porch of the villa.

It's cold, why bother to make trouble.

"I..." Yu Qingge stood on the lawn and looked up at her, with a humble tone appropriate to the situation: "I have something for you."

She looked back, and Yu Qingge pointed to a cardboard box lying quietly against the wall on the left side of the gate.

When is it, do you still have the time to give gifts?Duan Hulu has become more and more foolish these years. It is really a dream to expect this pile of sugar-coated shells to impress her.

"I don't want it, I take it back and use it myself."

Yu Qingge maintained his standing posture, motionless, as if he couldn't bear to take his eyes off her for a moment: "It's the diary I wrote before."

It's strange to look down on people from a high position, and unconsciously, there is a sense of scrutiny. She is finally willing to look at the eyes full of sincerity, but finds that she can't see the slightest timidity and retreat from them.

This person is serious, without any perfunctory or prevarication - let her read her diary and read all her secrets.

Where in the world is there such a mental illness with clear thinking.

"I read your diary, aren't you angry?"

An extremely private thing like a diary, but all educated people know that it is sacred and inviolable, even those who peek at it will always feel a little guilty and guilty.It's just that now, not only does the person who has been spotted have no grievances at all, but he even wants to give the rest to her, which is really unreasonable.

"It's just you." Yu Qingge turned his eyes away, "I can't speak, so it's good that you are willing to watch."

Because I don't know how to express, so I want to express my heart in a sacrificial way like sending out a diary.

Xia Wanmu was a little speechless, and after a while he confirmed again: "Are you begging me to read your diary?"

The person standing there shook his head, lowered his eyebrows, looked very frustrated, his voice was so low that it was almost drowned in the wind: "It's a delusion to get your forgiveness."

Another gust of wind blew, and the holly leaves shook, and she couldn't help shaking too. Yu Qingge took two steps forward and stepped on the first step, as if wanting to hug her.

"Don't come here." She snorted softly, feeling really confused for a moment, the only thing she knew was that she couldn't let this person get closer.If she gets any closer, her heart will soften...

Yu Qingge immediately stopped walking, paused for a moment on the toes of the boots that had already stepped on the second step, and put them back obediently.

It really makes people feel a sense of affection when the tall slender man cringes, especially this man is very thin, with a graceful curve pinched out by the waist-tight coat, which makes people's eyes hot.Xia Wanmu was stunned for two seconds before realizing this unconscious "beauty trick", she quickly turned her head away and said in a rough voice, "Go back, if you stay here again, I won't watch it."

The boots retreated from the steps and stepped back onto the cobbled path, but the man was still there.A low voice sounded after a while, as if Yu Qingge wanted to explain to her.

"Yue Chuanlin sent me a message, telling me..."

She waved her hand, pretending to be impatient: "I don't want to hear it, you go back."

Yu Qingge didn't move, the wind was howling, she could bear it for a while, but she was worried about another person.

"There is a fireplace in the living room. If you don't go back, I will use your diary as firewood."

The threat was very effective. Seeing that the figure that could be broken by the wind finally left the courtyard and got into the car, she pretended not to see the rolled down glass window and someone's reluctant eyes amid the sound of the engine starting, and bent down to groan. move boxes.

It's dead heavy, and I don't know how many thick tomes are installed.She sighed, feeling her head was getting bigger.