This was the New Year after they separated, and they had never seen each other again or contacted each other.

The night of New Year's Eve is destined to be lively, with the neon lights of the city flashing and colorful fireworks blooming. Even in this old community hidden behind the brightly lit high-rise buildings, there are clusters of rising fireworks, amidst the sound of a series of firecrackers.

, and the laughter of children chasing and playing.

The white lace gauze curtain and the dark blue velvet curtain were gently fluttering. Xia Mi was sitting in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with her knees in her arms, looking at the little bits of firelight floating in the hands of the children, her quiet eyes a little lost.

The house was completely empty. It was originally a place like a power distribution room. There was not even a bathroom. Behind her was a bed in the middle of the room, as well as an old-fashioned chest of drawers in the corner, and in the corner on the other side.

Inside is a gas stove and an old-fashioned double-door refrigerator.

There were no lights on in the room. This was a high-rise building, and the moonlight was bright. Fireworks flashed and bloomed one after another. The colorful colors reflected on Xia Mi's body, and the long shadows cast behind him were also erratic.

The phone with the screen turned off was in her hand, very close, and she would occasionally look at it, as if she was expecting something, and there seemed to be no reason.

Perhaps, it is because of expectations that my heart becomes warm.

The sound of firecrackers outside gradually became less and less, and the few scattered noises were caused by naughty children playing, which also meant that the night was already deep.

The sound of laughter and party programs came amidst the sporadic sound of firecrackers. Xia Mi raised his head and glanced at the rusty metal window frame. Maybe the window was not closed tightly, so there was a lot of noise and there was food.

She smelled the aroma of dumplings coming out of the pot.

Memories that I had suppressed just now flooded into my mind. It was also in such a lively mood. In the warm air of everyone, there was hot stone pot fish, smooth and chewy ramen, cool beer, and sitting.

The person on the opposite side.

But now, the opposite window reflected a figure so close at hand, downcast and thin.

Xia Mi clicked his tongue, as if taunting him. When he closed his eyes, his eyelashes drooped down, like a small fan shadow, and he closed the window.

After a while, she grabbed her cell phone and got up, carrying a shopping bag full of potato chips of various flavors beside the bed, put on her sweater hat and walked out. But before going out, she thought about it and opened the refrigerator to get a plate of yogurt.

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She closed the door with some force. When she went downstairs, the shopping bag made a sound as it rubbed against her legs, mixed with the sound of footsteps in the deserted corridor. The sensor light would not turn on until she had passed the steps.

Even the dim light is always one step behind her and never illuminates the front for her.

In the dim light, only the various small advertisements plastered on the walls reflected the dim light.

Standing in front of the old building where one person entered alone, Xia Mi took a breath. The slightly pungent smoke mixed with the aroma of rice made her chest feel sore suddenly, but it was back to normal in the blink of an eye.

The concrete floor in the community was a little bumpy, so she tightened her coat and walked forward quickly.

The night was dark, like a curtain covering her, like a shackles.

…

Far and near, countless fireworks exploded in the sky, with golden light, silver flowers, and tails of fire. They were so warm and grand that they were so beautiful.

Gu Chen was wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony. The bright light and shadows were floating and changing on the thin lenses, reflecting the pair of eyes that were dull in comparison.

Any strength requires a price to maintain, and he is not immune, and today is when he is at his weakest. The dragon blood in his body is as silent as the ice in the deep sea, but his spirit is as excited as if out of control, and the blood vessels on his neck are burning.

Bright red, as if enduring unspeakable forbearance.

There is only one bedside lamp left in the room that cannot support the darkness. The mobile phone placed on the bed will flash from time to time. It is a customer sending a New Year greeting text message. Occasionally, the same alert sound will sound. It is a sign that I can't bear the loneliness on New Year's Eve.

Lu Mingfei, this kid will always come to harass him when he is happy or unhappy, and he can only harass him.

Gu Chen raised his hand, and the paper airplane he had just folded stopped in his hand. He held it with another hand, sighed, and threw it casually.

Facing the light, the paper airplane swayed, looking for direction in the night wind, and finally touched the dead ivy on the wall and fell into the corner.

And among the shadows, there were already many paper airplanes piled there, some were bent, some were covered with dust, and some were soaked and rotted when the snow melted. The same thing was that none of them had ever been able to fly over this wall.

Flying outside, they just ride on the wind for a while and then fall quickly.

Gu Chen tilted his head and knocked lightly on the wooden window frame.

In the dim light behind him, he looked like a mosaic of silhouettes.

…

…

The time was when Gu Chen was just packing his luggage to go to the United States.

At dusk, a figure in a white dress appeared in front of the old villa.

Xia Mi raised his head slightly and stood at the gate of the iron fence, looking at the unclosed window on the second floor. The wind blew through the white gauze curtain, fluttering like a hand.

She actually didn't like wearing skirts because they looked too delicate, and she didn't want people to think so. But maybe it was because the tung flowers were blooming that day, and she saw someone on the long corridor of the campus.

I took another look at the girl named Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen was wearing a cotton skirt at that time.

It's not that good-looking either, Xia Mi thought.

As the sun sets and the road is far away, the walls of the old villa are evergreen. She lowers her head and twists her hair, seemingly hesitant.

An old man walking around saw it and said smoothly: "Don't wait, I heard that the young boss of this place is on a business trip."

"I know." Xia Mi pursed his lips and chuckled. He picked up a bunch of keys with his fingertips and clinked them with a crisp sound.

Seeing this, the uncle shook his head and left.

And his appearance seemed to be to let Xia Mi make a decision. She twisted the key and easily found the one that unlocked the door.

Unlike the rusty key in Gu Chen's hand, the one in her hand was still new. It looked like it had been placed in the drawer and had not been used a few times. The slender key was inserted into the keyhole, and it looked as big as rust.

The lock is actually very flexible, and the sound of the spring spring is particularly pleasant.

Xia Mi nodded with satisfaction.

The courtyard is the same as when she left it, even if you think about it, it's just that it's been years. The small trees are still small trees, and there are still a few weeds beside the stone road. It can be seen that even if the guy who lives here is still there, he is still there.

Can't take care of it.

When she walked into the house, it was clear that there was only the smell of ventilation, but she felt familiar. This was different from her rental house, which had a huge floor-to-ceiling window that could see the sunset, but was not popular at all. But obviously

, and only one person lives here.

Xia Mi bit the corner of his lower lip and climbed the steps upstairs.

Her room had been locked, and after entering, it was still the same as she had tidied it up last time. The dust cover sheet spread on the bed had no wrinkles, and even the dents in the air underneath were unchanged.

"He never came in?" This thought came to Xia Mi's heart, and he was actually a little unhappy.

Then she went straight to Gu Chen's room. After opening the door with the key, she curled her lips and even gave him his own room key. This guy...

The room was surprisingly clean, and even the sheets were washed and dried before being put down.

Xia Mi opened the cover and sat by the bed for a while. Only then did she realize that the lighting in this master bedroom was so good. It faced the sun but was not dazzling. The whole person bathed in the afterglow felt lazy.

She was silent for a moment, tentatively, hesitantly, stretched out her body relaxedly, and fell backwards. The bed was not very soft, with a faint smell of laundry detergent after being exposed to the sun, and it was very warm. She felt that lying on such a bed, I'm afraid

You'll fall asleep soon.

The ceiling has also been cleaned. It is not the dark yellow stained by the white greasy paint of the old building, but the new wallpaper, which is spotless.

Xia Mi's legs hanging by the bed were gently kicked every now and then, and her eyes were completely relaxed after feeling comfortable.

But it didn't last long, so she took a deep breath and sat up because she was afraid that she would fall asleep.

This is the last time he comes here, and the last time he interacts with that person. It's just a good thing that he's not around, so he can avoid unnecessary greetings, Xia Mi thought so.

But immediately she shook her head again, secretly thinking that it was a pity, because if he was here, she could still have a meal, preferably stone pot fish, which should be very spicy, so that she would eat it all by herself. And then it would be cool.

The beer must be bottled. Pour it slowly into the glass. When the foam rises quickly, slam the spoon hard into the bottom of the glass.

Just imagining it, Xia Mi couldn't help but lick his lips. No, it shouldn't be said to be imagining, because this happened before, with that person.

Her eyes darkened, she closed the door and went out.

She was originally going downstairs, but when passing by the study, she suddenly stopped. It could be said that she was a little sleepy after lying for a long time, it could be said that there was no place to visit during this exploration trip, or it could be said that she wanted to go there.

Stay a little longer.

So she walked into the study room.

It's still the same, only she has read the books on the bookshelf, and she obviously didn't read these specious masterpieces at that time, but just to find the traces left by the owner of the house. But what is crazy is that every book

The books are all new, but the guy didn’t even read them when he bought them!

What's annoying is that she read it carefully at first, fearing that the other person would notice something the next time he read it. Now that the scene was triggered, Xia Mi felt that she was really stupid.

Perhaps the only difference in the entire study is the desk in front of me, with a few new pencils in the pen holder.

"A sketch?" Xia Mi pulled out a piece of white sketch paper from under a pile of magazines on the table. What should be depicted on it is a scene somewhere - drizzle, houses blurred in the rain curtain, and no one.

long street.

Simple lines outline a bit of the hazy feeling of cold spring. Even people who don't know how to sketch will praise the painting well.

Just as Xia Mi looked at it, he suddenly felt elated. After looking at it carefully twice, the picture on the paper was clearly the street scene in front of this old villa.

"It's quite sentimental." She murmured to herself, put the painting back to its place, and when she lowered her head, she saw the drawer that was tightly closed.

The thought of hesitation just flashed past, and the drawer was opened.

Nothing special, just a brand new box of pencils and erasers, and a notebook.
To be continued...