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Tong Yu's thin eyelashes trembled.

He lowered his head to look at the lines on the quilt, and only said, "It's all gone."

It's all over.When she had dinner with Fu Ruibai after returning to China, she also told him a lot about what happened after he left.

For example, an unknown netizen jumped out to post later, saying that after carefully comparing Yan Jihua's photos with Tong Yu's paintings, he found many subtle but important differences.

In the long article, the newly built lighthouse on the island that appeared in Tong Yu's painting in 2017 was circled. In addition, local photos were released, showing the changes in vegetation in the Scottish Highlands caused by soil erosion in the past two years.

In the end, Song Rou also found the damn group photo and posted it on Weibo.The composition and angle of the photos are indeed almost the same as those of Yan Jihua's works.

And Yan Jihua's photo was taken in 2013, which is enough to prove that Tong Yu did not directly copy his photo.This is a malicious frame-up.

A few days later, the Aurora band announced their disbandment. Zuo and the photographer also publicly apologized for the incident on Weibo, and Mengxuan also faded out of the music scene after that.

Song Rou asked again: "Then what about us?"

Have we passed too?We're not together yet, we haven't kissed, we haven't made love.I haven't sat face to face at the dining table every night I spent together, staring deeply at each other in the slowly rising heat of milk and porridge.

And it was over before it even started.

At that time, he managed to piece together the truth of all this. He pieced together the evidence for him, and wanted to completely clear his innocence.

But Xiaoyu is gone.

Xiao Yu didn't even say goodbye to him and left, and everything they hadn't started together ended without a problem.

He stretched out his hand to rub the head, his coaxing voice was gentle and slightly choked.

"It's too late for me. I love you very much...very much."

That person should never be his choice after weighing the pros and cons. They were in vain because of his unilateral hesitation for so many years. People who met at the age of 16, fell in love at the age of 17, and should be together completely at the age of 18.

For a long time, Song Rou couldn't look back and think about these things, because if she insisted on pursuing it, every minute and every second of those years wasted was enough to overwhelm him with regret.

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He even read Tong Yu's diary.

After Tong Yu left, it was Wang Chengyi who took Fu Ruibai to tidy up the dormitory, and those things were also placed in Fu Ruibai's place at first.

Later, after Tong Yu's matter was clarified, Fu Ruibai gave the diary to Song Rou.

On the title page of the diary is a note she wrote:

This is not given to you to forgive you, that is what you should do.I pity you.

After that, Song Rou often dreamed that she was driving alone through the [-]-acre Sophora japonica forest, with endless green as far as the eye could see.

For a while, dark clouds covered the forest and there was a patter of soft rain, and thick fog lingered on the narrow road, making visibility very low.After a while, the clouds parted and the clear sky was revealed again, the water vapor rose densely, and the scorching sun dazzled the eyes.

He frowned and continued to drive forward, only to find that the Sophora japonica forest could not be opened no matter what.

He abandoned the car and went to the nearby locust tree forest, passed through patches of sunshine and mottled green shade from the leaves, and then arrived at a pond. The leather boots were already stained with dew, and the pond grew in shallow water. with yellow calamus and a few tufts of slender papyrus.

The roots of the pagoda trees on the bank are deep and leafy, and the pure white pagoda flowers form ears on the trees, which are so heavy that they bend the already soft branches, and a few particularly heavy flower ears hang down and sway above the water.

The pond is clear and bright, as clean as untouched waters.When the sun comes down, the water plants are entwined with sparkling light and shadows, like someone's bright eyes.

At that time, Song Rou didn't care about the heavy water vapor, she walked to the shore and wanted to fish it up for a closer look.The slender hands were inserted into the water, and the shattered light swam away like slippery fish.He only scooped up an empty handful of clear water, and the water trickled down through his fingers without leaving anything real.

Then Song Rou watched her tears fall into the pond in big drops.Tears in the eye sockets shattered the field of vision into pieces, the water surface reflected the rich irises, the white pagoda tree flowers, and the thin pagoda tree leaves facing the sun, twisted into circles of colorful pigments, as if involved in some Personal dynamic and hot oil painting strokes.

Song Rou opened her eyes and knelt in the calamus bushes in the shallow water, what she saw was the spinning starry sky and dreams.

That person's hair blown in the wind, fragile bloated skin, pale lips.The look of tears in those numb but bright eyes.

The man was walking precariously on the edge of the rabbit hole in a strangely colored hat.

He curled up on the ground and breathed desperately, suffering and pious, treating him like a god.

Then he cut his own skin with his eyes closed, and the blood flowed down, looking like he was willing to degenerate.

Song Rou was very clear even in her dream, that person is gone, and he will not come back.

In the dream, the water was so cold that Song Rou was still hugging her knees and weeping when she woke up.

It really hurts.

The diary with the soft leather cover was placed next to the pillow, and every night he fell asleep on the pillow but did not dare to open another page.Until every night, the dream was full of the strong scent of pagoda flowers. He was trapped in the endless pagoda tree forest, and his pale knees were immersed in the cold water day and night.