forgotten island

Holding an umbrella, Zhang Chengyi searched for the vague figure near the fountain at a loss. Knowing that it might just be an illusion of day and night thinking, he still held on to that sporadic hope and was unwilling to let go.

What if.

The umbrella blocked too much sight, so Zhang Chengyi simply threw the umbrella aside. He watched the umbrella roll around with the wind, and the snow covering it all shook off, getting farther and farther away from him. Thinking of something, he looked back in a daze.

So God favored.

The line of sight shifted for a few seconds and shook for a few minutes. The figure that had disappeared appeared not far away again. Zhang Chengyi felt that his breathing tightened in vain, and he slowed down his breathing frequency nervously. On that person, he didn't dare to hesitate any more, and ran towards that person with big strides, he didn't dare to stay, and he didn't dare to slow down, for fear that a few seconds of pause would make him disappear again.

"Nan Qing." The voice was filled with forbearable excitement, and the outstretched fingertips were trembling slightly. It wasn't until he grabbed the man's arm that he realized that no matter how much he controlled himself, he couldn't control the instinct of his body.

Zhang Chengyi couldn't hold back his strength, the man was swayed by his grasp, and then he was forced to turn around.

Zhang Chengyi's pupils became more and more red with the movement of the man's turning around. The two "Nanqing" were choked in his throat before they could say anything. Looking at the strange face in front of him, he relaxed like an electric shock. opened hands.

The man looked at him puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Chengyi froze in place.

The man frowned: "What's the matter?"

The second time of questioning made Zhang Chengyi slow down his breathing, and instantly became anxious, his turbulent thoughts subsided, and he took a step back: "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

He turned around in disappointment, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, his whole body became a mass of dark shadows, and he began to search for his discarded umbrella without warning.

But in the huge square, there are no shadows of umbrellas.

Zhang Chengyi failed to find Nan Qing, and even lost the umbrella that could protect him from the wind and snow.

Zhang Chengyi returned to the hotel in heavy snow.His clothes were already drenched from the melting snow, and his hair was flattened by the snow. He looked like a homeless puppy.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and washed off the embarrassment and coldness all over his body. He wore comfortable pajamas and walked to the French windows. Let people see it clearly.

It was a bit difficult to fall asleep tonight. After finally falling asleep, Zhang Chengyi's already chaotic brain was constantly attacked by clusters of chaotic dreams. He thought that after knowing the city of Nanqing, he would be able to breathe, but he never thought that there would be a way to breathe It will be so small and so fast.

For the next few days, Zhang Chengyi would sit in that square for a while, subconsciously thinking that he could wait for the person he wanted, but after the heavy snow that day, that figure never appeared again.

Zhang Chengyi found nothing, but Zhang Jinlin got news. He called Zhang Chengyi excitedly and said he knew where the person in the photo had appeared.

Ten minutes after Zhang Jinlin hung up the phone, the door of the studio was opened. For the first time, Zhang Jinlin could see intense anticipation and eagerness on Zhang Chengyi's calm face.

"Where is he?" Zhang Chengyi asked straight to the point before sitting down.

Zhang Jinlin didn't say a word of nonsense, and put the phone in front of him: "This is an I station, which was discovered by a friend of mine who is the up owner."

Zhang Chengyi's eyes were imprinted with the light from the screen of the mobile phone, and there was a tiny figure shaking in his pupils. Those eyes without waves slowly emerged with heat. Zhang Chengyi could clearly feel his eyes slowly moving. piping hot.

"He occasionally goes to Qinghe Square or Shuanglian Garden to play the piano." Zhang Jinlin said.

Zhang Chengyi looked at the screen, and he didn't want to look away until his eyes were red. After a while, he raised his head, as if he remembered something, and asked suddenly: "What's the name of the square closest to here?"

Zhang Jinlin: "Qinghe."

Zhang Chengyi opened his mouth: "What?"

"Qinghe." Zhang Jinlin repeated again.

Qinghe?

Qinghe!

"When was this video... shot?"

Zhang Jinlin looked at Zhang Chengyi, who was in a somewhat abnormal mood, and said carefully: "Yesterday."

yesterday?

It turned out to be yesterday.

That is to say, the Nan Qing in the heavy snow last night was very likely to be real, and the blurry figure and unclear face were very likely to be really Nan Qing.

If everything is based on possibility, then yesterday's self was so close to him...

If he had walked faster at that time, he could have found him just yesterday.

Zhang Chengyi straightened up and looked at the screen absently.

The fate between myself and him is so shallow, so shallow that we can't meet each other even though we are only a few feet away.

.......

Nan Qing's cold has not been better since that day, and he hasn't played the piano for several days. He trimmed the bouquet, carefully packed it, and then stretched out his hand to pick up the water cup and took a sip of hot tea.

Nan Qing thoughtfully looked at the flowers she had wrapped up. She had a cold for a long time, and another very important reason was that she had not had a good rest since that day. She fell asleep too late and could not sleep for 6 Hours, this made his sick body weaker, almost becoming an endless loop.

As for why I couldn't fall asleep...just because of that sound.

That day after he finished playing the piano, he was about to leave when he heard someone calling his name. The distance was not far but it was very vague. He thought he had an auditory hallucination, so he didn't care. Piano box, I heard it again.

This time it was much clearer than the last time, and it was also much closer. It reached Nan Qing's ears through the noisy crowd, but this sound was too incredible for Nan Qing, and it was more like a hallucination than the last one.

Because this voice was extremely familiar to him, but also extremely repulsive.

It was his longing once, but it is unattainable at this time.

Nan Qing didn't think Zhang Chengyi could find him, he had already gone quietly enough.In addition, he didn't believe that Zhang Chengyi would leave everything in the company and come here from a long distance.

But even with such self-persuasion, Nan Qing still twisted his stiff neck subconsciously to find the source of the sound. Turning his head was a very simple action, but it became the most difficult action at the moment.

He looked at the source of the voice, and then looked around. The breath in his chest was gradually exhaled along with the crowd in his sight.

There was no Zhang Chengyi in the crowd.

Fortunately, not him.

Nan Qing let out a sigh of relief.

It should be an illusion.

How could Zhang Chengyi appear.

Nan Qing lifted his piano case and disappeared into the heavy snow.

After returning home, Nan Qing had a restless sleep, and then woke up the next day to find that she had a cold.

In the next few days, Nanqing was concerned about this matter, perhaps the voice was too real, which caused him not to have a good night's sleep for several days.

Nan Qing didn't understand why Zhang Chengyi didn't let him go when he had already left, but it was just a hallucination that made him so confused.