The Third Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Six Chapters Are Full of Apricot Blossoms in the Spring, and the Youth on the Street Is Full of Romance [Fan Jiu]

"Miss, don't you really think about replying a message? Then I'll send it recklessly, baby? Bai Bai? Eldest Miss? Little Ancestor..."

"..."

"Good night, my girl."

"Good night."

There are many, many pieces of news, some are greetings, some are telling Ranbai to pay attention to the body and the like, and some are blushing and heartbeat.

Even if there is no response,

But the boy didn't seem to be discouraged, and he persisted for so long, until that day...

even in the morning,

Jiang Yuyan is still using WeChat to say good morning to her as usual, with a clear and pleasant tone, which is very pleasant.

later?

Then there is no more.

Ranbai was really patient with that piece of news, listening to them one by one without leaving a single word behind.

The boy's voice echoed in the cold room, wrapping around the girl's ear.

in the heart,

never ending.

"Jiang Yuyan! Jiang Yuyan!!" A high and excited voice suddenly rang out. Compared with a year ago, the parrot that has been raised for a long time is much brighter and brighter, and it looks like it is really well cared for. , At this moment, he was just brought in by the servant when he heard that voice.

The originally depressed mood rose in an instant, and he flapped his wings and slammed out of the cage, and hurriedly looked around, trying to find the master in his memory.

Ranbai quietly watched the movements of the parrot and the surprised and overwhelmed servant.

The eyes are very pale.

Jiang Yuyan...

Have you ever thought,

you go,

Just a lifetime.

How many people remembered it? How many people's hidden wounds have been made? Buried in the deepest part of the world is a river of thoughts that no one cares about but that has accumulated over the years.

The black ear studs lying quietly in the box, the long-dead guitar in the musical instrument room, the spirits that have been treasured for many years are no longer cherished and taken care of, and the doors of countless limited edition racing cars of famous brands are no longer opened. Riding the track recklessly and invincibly crossed the finish line.

There is no more arrogant figure in the bar, no evil and proud mansion in the driveway, no news of him at every gathering of friends, everyone knows not to mention it, for fear of knocking down the forgetfulness that has been accumulated so hard, and hesitating again!

Everyone's tacit understanding, as if nothing had happened, that young man had not left, but was absent from a meeting, not his entire life.

In the prosperous world, there is no more him.

The light wind blew his face, but there was still no trace of warmth, teaching people how to miss him——

Jiang, Yu, Yan.

I didn't know why at first,

The sports car that Jiang Yuyan gave her at the beginning has been kept and kept in the garage, never touched.

Now, when I see it in white, because of regular cleaning, the silver-white sports car still looks spotless, with beautiful and smooth lines, and it is very aggressive.

Just like that young man.

This sports car was the latest and hottest limited edition model in the world a year ago, and it is not outdated even if it is placed now.

In the past, it was because of physical reasons that I could not open it, but now it is much better.

It's okay to open it once in a while.

This is the first time that Ranbai has touched this sports car. The moment she opened the door and sat in, she looked at the outside world from the driver's seat, but what came to her mind was the reckless appearance of Jiang Yuyan driving the sports car.

She really thinks of this person too easily.

There are shadows everywhere in life.

Even a little thing can be imagined.

The sports car drove all the way, longing for a familiar but unfamiliar road.

That's the race track.

It is also a very formal game for Dianbai to watch Jiang Yuyan's professional game.

then,

She thought it was a long time,

She thought it would always be like this,

It was just her own opinion.

the first time,

It was the last time.

This time, I came here with a sports car, and I changed my identity, and it was also a new uncontrollable emotion.

The girl clenched the steering wheel with a slight force with her fingertips, her knuckles turning cold white.

that boy,

It was supposed to be a wanton and unbridled existence on the world stage under the spotlight.

Not because of her, a flash in the pan, an end.

On the racing track with no end in sight, looking into the distance, I feel that the distance is very far away, and it is unreachable and unreachable.

And a silver-white sports car flashed like lightning, and the fast one could only capture the afterimage, like an arrow from the string, out of control.

The wind roared and whizzed by.

Vaguely showing the youthful demeanor of the year.

same.

The horizon is the orange of the setting sun, and the most beautiful stars shining.

The sun is setting, and dusk is approaching.

And that sports car seems to be able to step through the stars in the vast world, invincible, constantly far away, and then far away...

Time passes silently like water.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the seasons change.

It always went by so fast, as if there were no traces left.

In this unfamiliar city, every stranger who passes by has a secret, and is the existence buried in the deepest heart.

Ranbai always felt that Jiang Yuyan existed,

Because her blood surrounds Jiang Yuyan's heart.

This is an indelible fact.

She will live the life of one person and live the life of two people, as if there is always a shadow of a teenager by her side.

I'll buy doubles for water glasses, throw pillows, and start collecting sports cars, collecting spirits.

She is not a person who likes to talk, but she is very patient in this respect. Every time she is alone, she tells Jiang Yuyan everything of the day in detail, her voice is very soft, as if the horizon is on the horizon. cloud, as if telling a story.

It's her and his story.

Faced with an empty room, and an embarrassingly silent silence, there will be no sound and no response.

But Ranbai never gave up once.

During festivals, it will always be very lively, but dyeing white is often not involved with others.

Because Jiang Yuyan is not familiar with other people, there is no need to spend the festival together.

And Ranbai wants to accompany Jiang Yuyan.

I don't know when I started to develop a habit of dyeing white,

She always needs to put on earphones in the dead of night when everything is quiet, play Jiang Yuyan's words over and over again, listen to the voice of the young man close at hand, and listen to the sound of good night, so that she can sleep peacefully.

And every time she fell asleep, the last sentence she said was.

"Jiang Yuyan, good night."

Good night,

is a secret.

The first good night is to say good night to you.

And the second good night...

I love you.

She believed that he had always been there.

Never leave.

A spring rain has just passed, the sky is still dark, and the lead-grey sky is flowing with tears of remnant clouds.

This year is a very special existence for dyeing white.

Because she has been with Jiang Yuyan from beginning to end.