Did the Queen’s Vest Fall Out?

Bai Qi didn't even raise his head and looked directly at Ji Ye, as if he knew what he was worried about, and immediately said: "Lin Sen is my father's friend. When I was a child, all my computer skills were taught to me by Lin Sen. trustworthy."

Ji Ye breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Lin Sen looks at how well fed this dog food is! Feng Qingyun smiled calmly: "Young people's love, please don't irritate me, a lonely person."

As he spoke, his eyebrows darkened.

well……

In the final analysis, isn't the entanglement between Yunhuai and Xiaobai still because of their love when they were young?

It's a pity that Yun Huai never knows what the person he loves most is thinking? Just think of it as betrayal!

Unless the person can survive, no matter who speaks, Yun Huai will not believe it, right?

Seeing that his father's face was not very good, Lin Lu thought he was thinking of his mother, so he leaned over and said softly: "Dad, you still have me, Lu Lu will always be with dad."

Hearing this, the confusion in Lin Sen's eyes flashed.

He took a deep breath and smiled at Lin Lu: "Okay, Dad still has you."

He immediately looked at Bai Qi: "Bye, why don't you read the script first? If you are interested in it and are willing to take on the role of the heroine. In addition to helping you deal with Yun Huai, I will also... cooperate with Ji."

Ji Ye, who was suddenly assigned to the obvious situation:? ? ?

Bai Qi laughed: "You are really... generous."

She took the script and looked down at it.

Different from those dense dialogues, this script only uses the first person of the heroine Xiao Qingyu to write a simple story.

[When I was ten years old, I found an old photo in an antique store. The person in it looked very much like my middle-aged self. How strange?

Taking the photo, I traced it to the shooting location, and a person suddenly appeared there. Can you understand? After a burst of light, he appeared out of thin air? !

In his thirties, he is clearly in his prime, but his face is filled with vicissitudes of life.

He directly called me by my name, and I asked him who he was. He smiled and said, "I am your lover." I thought he was sick!

Just as I was about to leave, I heard him whisper to himself quietly: "Is this... the last time we see each other?" I felt indescribably sad.

I paused.

He rushed over without hesitation: "Let me hug you again."

I was almost strangled in his arms, but I wasn't afraid at all? He said: "You were so cute when you were little."

Then he said: "In the future, don't hold water!"

As if he still had a lot to say, and as if he was in a hurry, he finally cried out, his voice getting smaller and smaller:

"Forget about me."

Then, he disappeared. A carnation fell on the ground.

I thought this was a dream?

It wasn’t until I was twelve years old that I met him again!

He is a little younger than when we last met, without the vicissitudes of life and loneliness last time, but the familiarity and smile in his eyes still make me want to get closer to him.

Whatever I do, he does it with me.

How could there be such a strange person? I just finished reading two chapters of the book, and he disappeared again.

I had grown up a bit, and when I met him again, I was almost as tall as his shoulders. There were fewer wrinkles on his face, as if he had lived a more comfortable life over the years. He still had a warm smile.

Where I go, he goes.

He even knows all my preferences! When I listen to music, I will actively choose an unfamiliar song, which happens to be my favorite.

I don't know why he is so passionate about me, and the love in his eyes is undisguised.

When I realized that he was missing, the starry sky in the cold autumn was so cold that it almost swallowed me up.

After that, he appeared from time to time, and although he stayed longer each time, he would eventually disappear suddenly?

Most importantly, he is getting younger.

Can a person really grow in reverse? I didn't ask, feeling vaguely uneasy. But I began to look forward to every encounter.

He is getting more and more beautiful, more and more mysterious, and he spends more and more time with me.

I finally fell in love with him but didn't introduce him to my friends.

It's like a little secret in my heart, the thing I treasure most.

When I was with him, I seemed to forget the passage of time and always felt that the days were getting younger and younger. Until one day, when I looked in the mirror, I suddenly found that I was starting to grow wrinkles.

It turns out that time only leaves traces on my face, but I treat him favorably!

It was another two years, and he showed up this time, forgetting many things. I told him over and over again: I don't like apples, I like pears; my favorite song since I was a child is "Marriage" by Obais; If you don’t like red roses, give me carnations.

It's strange, as I'm getting older, I like this kind of flower. He listened obediently.

While making him dinner, he kept laughing while holding his cell phone. I stepped forward and took a look. It was an interesting short video.

[People were coming and going in a hurry on the street, except for one girl walking backwards. After playing the video backwards, it turned out that the girl was walking forward alone, and everyone went back. 】

Like time, most of it is moving forward, but some are moving backwards. My heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment!

He smiled heartlessly. finally, I understand!

I'm moving forward, he's moving backwards, and we can't be together after all.

Time... is such a painful thing.

I cherish short-term happiness more and more.

He is indeed becoming more and more unfamiliar to me.

I accompany him here and there. His title gradually changed from baby to aunt.

I don't mind it at all, but I resist the future.

I haven't seen him for another year...

Let's go to the place where we first met, and the place has been given a new name based on the scenic spot. Hold water.

The wheel of time seems to be set and nothing can be changed.

The vast grasslands, the blue lakes, everything is too beautiful to behold.

A young boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, carrying a camera on his back, clicked at me.

I called out his name, and he showed an eight-tooth smile, with surprise gleaming in his eyes: "Hey, do you know me?"

I clenched my hands and shook my head with tears in my eyes: "I don't know."

This time he stayed for a full month.

I stayed with him all the time.

He did not refuse, but said happily: "As soon as I saw you in Shengshui, I felt that your eyes were full of stories."

I didn't tell him, it was him in the story...

He is full of curiosity about everything in the world, and I tell him everything.

Finally, he happily told me that he was leaving and that he would thank me very much next time he saw me. He smiled happily, but I finally cried.

Is this... the last time?

I suddenly understood the reason for his vicissitudes when I first met him. Know why a carnation is left behind...

I know why he doesn’t want me to fill the water...

I couldn't help but hugged him tightly: "When you go back, burn the photos." He looked at me in surprise and disappeared into my arms.

Goodbye, my love. 】

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