Memories are near, love is far away V87

  Nie Zhiyan dreamed again, she dreamed of the large and dense paulownia trees in France, the falling leaves fluttering down, weaving a romantic and beautiful picture. She dreamed of that ugly little thief, holding a shiny dagger, stabbing her shoulder one knife after another, she tightly grasped her backpack and refused to let go, she even clearly knew that she was stabbed three times, blood splashing on her face, a stunning bright red, but she still managed to protect her backpack, protecting what she couldn't bear to part with.

  She dreamed of crowded streets, her father lying motionless on the ground, covered in blood. The bright red blood stained her eyes and pierced through her life. At that moment, she thought she was going to die too, together with her father.

  Finally, she dreamed of that young man. A scorching summer day, the sun was like a flame, his smile was dazzling like sunlight. On the sports field, on the white track line, he ran towards her, bent down, wrapped his arms around her legs, and carefully picked up the injured her.

  "Endure it for now, let's go to the school infirmary."

  Sweat trickled down his cheeks, and his body was filled with the unfamiliar scent of men, piercing between her nostrils, like a stubborn vine that refused to be shaken off, silently stirring the heart that had long been quiet.

  That was the first time she and Lu Yiheng were so close, she could feel his heart beating out of rhythm, along with her own.

  Later, he became her deskmate...

  Then, he stripped away her icy mask layer by layer.

  In the first year of university, in the six years of France, she always couldn't help but ask herself, Nīe Zhīyán, when did you start liking that boy, when did that sunny and handsome big boy become an indispensable figure in your eyes? When did you start unconsciously looking for that tall figure?

  She doesn't know, there has never been an answer.

  Feelings arose without knowing why, but went deeper and deeper...

  She dreamed that seven years later, his indifferent appearance, rejecting people from afar, and the shadow in her memory were worlds apart, but after all, he was still him.

  He said: "But what can I do? Niece Zhiyan, I love you so much."

  I love you so much——she was like a dream, he loved her, what a luxurious phrase, what a luxurious scene, what a luxurious him, dare not believe, he said is true, because of fear, sink, and then never recover.

  But it turned out everything was true, she was wrong.

  The sky was still a dull gray, she woke up from her dream, Lu Yiheng had never come back, the room was quiet and cold.

  She thought, there must be something wrong somewhere, otherwise, he wouldn't have disappeared without a reason. She walked into his study, the cold and quiet room, couldn't see his shadow, only the traces he left behind.

  Nie Zhiyan pulled open the drawer, looking for customer information. She had a glimmer of hope in her heart, perhaps she could find out some news about him from his clients, no matter how small it was.

  However, after searching for half a day, I couldn't find it, but saw a letter in the bottom drawer, an opened letter - written to my future self.

  Nie's eyebrows furrowed, she had no intention of looking at his **, but to put the letter back intact, she couldn't do it. She gritted her teeth and pulled out the letter from the envelope.

  White letter paper, white paper and black characters, only five sentences, his handwriting is clear and elegant, just like him at that time.