Only the moon will know

, the record player stands against the wall, and the mural mentioned by Lan Yanbin is behind the record player.

Zhou Qingchun had been in contact with various materials for making mosaic artworks for a short time, and knew that crystal and shells were used for the paving materials of murals.The murals are based on classical nostalgia, visually very gentle and elegant.

Lan Yanbin also looked at the mural with Zhou Qingchun, and he said with infinite admiration: "Xinyan is really talented in this area, she is destined to walk on this path. She only used a short time for this mural. Time will do it for me, from design and material selection to construction is all done by her.”

"So she has been to you?"

"Of course." Lan Yanbin looked at Zhou Qingchun curiously: "How long have you not been in touch with her?"

Zhou Qingchun sighed softly, feeling that he couldn't say anything.

If Zeng Xinyan had been to Lan Yanbin's place before, when would it be?

When did Zeng Xinyan appear in the elevator she went in and out every day? When exactly?

Zhou Qingchun couldn't help but feel a little confused and sad. It is said that the two people who are destined to miss each other will miss the chance to meet again and again.

Zhou Qingchun plucked up the courage to ask Lan Yanbin: "Is she still in China?"

"Probably gone. The last time I saw her was at the mosaic exhibition."

Zhou Qingchun was taken aback, "Mosaic Exhibition?"

"Not long ago she held a five-day mosaic exhibition, didn't you know?"

Zhou Qingchun shook his head in shame.

"No wonder I didn't see you at the exhibition."

"Xin Yan, how is she?"

Lan Yanbin replied without thinking: "She is very nice, she is more cheerful than before, and she is more beautiful, but she insists on being single. Wait, I will write you her contact number."

As Lan Yanbin said, he turned and went into a bedroom.

Zhou Qingchun's heart beat suddenly.

She never dreamed that under the current situation, she would meet a Lan Yanbin who kept in touch with Zeng Xinyan, and then get her recent situation from him, and what was even more unexpected was that she would soon get her contact number from him.

"I told Xinyan that if she comes back next time, she must contact me and other classmates. Without her, our class reunion would never be possible."

"When will she come back?" Zhou Qingchun couldn't help asking.

"I don't know about this, her whereabouts are elusive."

Lan Yanbin wrote a phone number on the back of his business card. Zhou Qingchun took it from his hand and looked down.

"My male classmates are all realistic and lustful. This is because Xinyan is the best in our class. Without her, everyone would not be interested in class reunions."

Zhou Qingchun didn't pay much attention to what Lan Yanbin said, she just looked at the old number on the back of the business card, and asked, "Where is this phone number?"

"In Paris. She will stay there for a long time. But she should not be here at this moment. I heard that she has gone to South Africa. Actually, it is really not easy to contact her. Try it."

"South Africa?" Zhou Qingchun murmured.

"By the way, it doesn't matter if you missed her mosaic exhibition, I have a live record."

"What scene record?"

Lan Yanbin smiled: "I mean, I took a photo! My wife is a fan of mosaic art, and she didn't make it on the day of the exhibition, so I took a photo, and I'll show it to you now."

Holding the business card, Zhou Qingchun sat down, looked up at Zeng Xinyan's elegant mural, his thoughts had already flown away unconsciously...

Lan Yanbin was sent to her by God.She was infinitely grateful to him in her heart, she was obviously very excited, and she tried her best to hide herself as usual.

Zhou Qingchun lowered his head, couldn't help closing his eyes, and took a deep breath. Such a mood was both painful and exciting.

Nowadays, few people will take the photos they took to a photo studio to develop them out, but the photos Lan Yanbin took at the Zeng Xinyan Mosaic Exhibition are all physical photos, and they have been neatly embedded in the photo album.

Judging from those photos, Zeng Xinyan's mosaic exhibition was very successful.

Zeng Xinyan has accumulated a lot of works these days, and she saw the mosaic black cat and the blue Aegean Sea that she is most familiar with.

Zeng Xinyan named each work, and the mosaic black cat was named "Pain and Letting Go", and what attracted her most was a work named "Looking for and Waiting". The tree branches, the lonely terrace and the bright and cold moon are the subjects of the composition.

"This is Xinyan's most satisfying work, and it is also the latest work in the exhibition." Lan Yanbin said.

"I...can I take a photo?" Zhou Qingchun boldly asked, not afraid of Lan Yanbin's surprise.

"The re-shooting of the photos is very distorted. I will give you this set of photos. I can still develop them." Lan Yanbin said generously.

What Zhou Qingchun wanted was just a photo, but the enthusiastic Lan Yanbin gave them all to her. Although she was flattered, she really didn't want to be polite. She said, "Thank you then."

Zhou Qingchun reluctantly turned to the last photo in the album, which was a group photo, and Zeng Xinyan appeared in the only group photo.

"This is a group photo of our classmates and Xinyan. You see, everyone is very supportive."

Zhou Qingchun skipped over all the people in the photo, and only focused on Zeng Xinyan.

Zeng Xinyan stood in the center of the camera, surrounded by her classmates enthusiastically, looking very friendly and affectionate.

Her hair is longer than before, her eyes are darker and brighter than before, and her smile is brighter than before. Zhou Qingchun was moved in his heart and said, "Xinyan looks really good."

"She's fine." Lan Yanbin nodded sincerely.

Zeng Xinyan's phone number is already in her hand, is it true that she can hear her voice just by making a phone call?What should she say to her?

After waiting for so long and looking forward to it so bitterly, Zhou Qingchun didn't have the courage to dial the phone immediately. She was no longer sure whether Zeng Xinyan, who was living well now, missed herself as much as she missed her.

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I stayed up late to read it, and now I have a headache. Xia Xia’s article is my favorite among the Les articles. In this article, Qingchun’s confession to Zeng Xinyan made me cry Xiaxia. How did you write such a heart-wrenching text? It made me stay up all night too much, but I hope you can continue to write, I'm dizzy;

——The fate is still not broken——

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29. Looking for and waiting

In September, Paris has already put on its autumn clothes. The lush sycamore treetops are like dyed blond hair. The scenery along the Seine River is still the same. Those buildings that look like they are hiding in the jungle from the other side are still as magnificent as yesterday. Even the blue sky above the head is the same as it was back then.

This was the autumn of 2008, five years had passed since Zhou Qingchun came to Paris for the first time.Compared with that year, her mood is obviously different.

Although the phone number Lan Yanbin gave her was successfully connected, no one answered it.

Although Zhou Qingchun seemed to have expected some changes, when they were actually confirmed, he still felt disappointed——

She returned to the small shop that Zeng Xinyan used to have, and was disappointed to find that it had been replaced by a shop specializing in leather goods.

The little black cat on the signboard is gone, and the paintings on the door are gone.

Zhou Qingchun stopped at a distance from the entrance of the leather goods store in frustration, and when he was hesitating whether to go in, a voice came out from nowhere and greeted her.

She raised her eyes, and saw a white woman grinning towards her, with curly brown curly hair, cloudy and lifeless big empty eyes, and an overly pointed nose that made her look like a real person.Obviously, she was the one who replaced Zeng Xinyan in running the store.

Zhou Qingchun didn't say a word, just turned and left quietly.

On such a cool and lonely autumn day with intermittent drizzle, she wrapped herself under a beige windbreaker, put her hands in her pockets, lowered her head, and looked lonely and aimlessly at the Champs Elysees. The avenue has been going down, this avenue is long and has no end, and although the prominent landmark Arc de Triomphe is looming, it seems to be out of reach.

Zhou Qingchun finally took the mosaic mirror to Jingzhuang to change the lenses, and now the mirror is hanging on one of the walls of the bedroom as if it were new.

Time flies by.When she gets up every day, she is used to saying good morning to herself in front of the mirror and announcing the beginning of the day;

Every day before going to bed, I say good night to myself in front of the mirror and announce the end of the day.

In many half-dream and half-awake nights, she always saw herself transformed into a light and boneless ghost in the dimness, and walked into the mosaic "Looking and Waiting" painting by Zeng Xinyan without hindrance, she flew freely Shuttle between those dead trees, and waited helplessly on the empty terrace, until under the cold moonlight, I was tortured by longing and couldn't breathe... People are in the painting, but the painting is in the dream. A dream she had frequently.

The painting "Looking and Waiting" gave Zhou Qingchun an unbreakable belief——

Zeng Xinyan said that in a certain corner of the world, she must be feeling her yearning.With this belief, she did not give up waiting for her return date.

Zeng Xinyan once looked for her but failed to find her. This is a fact. It is not a matter of course that she wants to return to her, let alone choose to love her. This is also an objective fact that Zhou Qingchun understands.

Now she only hopes to see her again in her lifetime, even if she can't be with her