Xiaoyuan opened the bathroom door and wanted to take a shower to wake up himself and let the nightmare end soon.

The large buns of white air were mixed with her anxiety. Standing in the slowly rising steam, it made people even more confused about whether it was a dream or a wake-up.

Through the waterline sprayed by the shower, Xiang Xiaoyuan seemed to see Zhao Jianling looking back at her and smiling. He stood in the mirror of the bathroom, humming a song softly, with amber eyes rippling, like clouds and smoke.

Xiaoyuan looked at it stupidly, standing in the mist, and suddenly she shouted "Lingling!" and then rushed to the mirror.

No, nothing.

There was only the sound of running water and knee pain.

Xiang Xiaoyuan sat on the ground in a daze, choked for a while, then stood up again and closed the shower, wrapped it in a bath towel, and walked out slowly.

I still remember that she was dancing with her hands in the corridor of this small double room; I still remember that she was wearing pajamas and forked her waist and adjusting the station with a remote control next to the TV cabinet, complaining about the lack of exciting programs; I still remember that on this small bed, she sat there, her beautiful long hair was drifting down, and the afterglow of the setting sun was sprinkled in through the glass like now, adding a golden luster to her long linen hair, and she sat behind her, braiding her with braids one by one.

"Can you just wear it longer and put it on your head?" Lingling asked.

"Okay!" Xiaoyuan replied, without stopping his hand.

"It's better to braid it into two, I have more hair."

"Okay!" Xiaoyuan smiled, still not stopping his hands.

"Actually, after braiding it, it will be curled like perming it tomorrow morning." Jian Ling touched the ends of his hair and whispered.

"Then I'll make a lot of them for you, just like a Xinjiang baby!" Xiaoyuan smiled and speeded up...

Everything was there in a trance, but it was gone...

Xiaoyuan sat on the bed where Jian Ling had slept with her hands and gently stroked the sheets.

The bed sheets are printed with pink cherry blossoms, which are vaguely fragrant with spring. This is the favorite pattern of Jian Ling.

Two rows of cherry trees are planted on both sides of the railway community street, which will bloom incredibly brilliantly every time.

The double-petaled light pink cherry blossoms are layered, and the branches are pressed up cannot stand up. From a distance, they cannot separate the flowers. They only see colorful clouds like sunset.

As long as the wind gently shakes the branches, the petals and rain will fall all over the sky, laying the streets on a thin red carpet.

Whenever this time, the girls would run to the tree one after another, waiting for the rain of flowers to surround themselves in that moment.

At this time, Zhao Jianling would be very quiet. She liked to use a snow-white silk scarf to collect the petals under the rain of flowers.

Everyone never knew what she used to collect these cherry blossom petals, and they laughed at her whether she was imitating Lin Meimei to go to the tomb to bury flowers.

Lingling always refused to answer. She raised her head and raised her hands, watching the most blooming petals falling into the scarf, with religious piety hidden in her eyes.

The petals fell gently into the scarf, on her smooth forehead and cheeks, and on her long hair that was curly and tangled like seaweed...

Xiang Xiaoyuan gently touched the edge of the petals with her fingertips. She touched it very slowly and lightly, as if every flower was real and it was really blooming here.

Just touch it gently and it will fall down.

Until her fingertips touched a curly strand of hair, she gently picked it up.

The hair is light and thin. If it weren't for the golden luster of the setting sun, it would hardly have been discovered.

It was very long, just in the early morning it was still hanging beside the sword spirit's cheek...

Holding this hair, Xiaoyuan suddenly remembered the song "Red Bean".

"Sometimes, sometimes, I believe that everything has an end, and when we get together and leave, there is no thing, and we will live forever..."

Xiaoyuan finally realized that yes, the sword spirit is really no longer here.

They came together, but they couldn't walk together...

A bell sounded, and Xiang Xiaoyuan slowly raised his head with tears in his whirling eyes. She wiped her tears and turned on her phone, but remained silent.

"Are you okay?"

Every day, this greeting sounds at this time, with a magnetic baritone, which sounds stable and has no sense of color, but Xiaoyuan doesn't know how to answer today.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" Cheng Hao raised his voice in the face of the long silence on the other end of the phone.

Xiaoyuan still didn't speak or even dared to breathe.

Chaos, chaos, I still feel like I am in a dream.

"Are you crying?" She gently exposed her. Although Xiaoyuan didn't know it, she raised her hand and found that tears were crawling all over her cheeks again.

Cheng Hao yelled anxiously: "What the hell is going on?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan tried his best to keep his voice calm:

"Sword Spirit... is the girl who came with me... is isolated..." She could no longer say this.

"You're waiting for me."

Xiaoyuan suddenly became panicked: "I'm fine, I..." Before she could finish speaking, the phone had already hung up.

Listening to the blind sound in the receiver, Xiaoyuan felt even more emotional.

***

The night draws into the last ray of light, turning the golden and red glow in the sky into stars, intertwining with the towering buildings in the distance, making people unable to tell which ones are lights and which ones are starlights.

Xiaoyuan curled up on the bed, looking into the distance through the window with his big eyes open. He never felt so cold or so scared, and dared not close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of the best pictures and Zhao Jianling's face.

She didn't even dare to pull up the curtains, as if she could only tell that she was alive if she saw the lights in the distance and the sounds of cars that occasionally rushed by.

Well, it's unnecessary to think so, but the sword spirit...

Thinking of the sword spirit, Xiaoyuan bit his lip hard and controlled himself hard, hoping not to continue thinking about it anymore.

The phone rang again, Xiaoyuan grabbed it and stuck it in his ear, and said softly: "Hey..."

"I'm here, right downstairs." Cheng Hao's voice sounded a little anxious and tired.

Xiang Xiaoyuan sat up and threw himself to the window.

It's him, it's him! He's right across the street!

A car was parked under the dim street lights, and Cheng Hao stood beside him, looking up at him.

Because he was far away and could not see his appearance clearly, nor did he feel so intimidating that he was so tall.

"Where are you?" Cheng Hao's voice revealed anxiety in his plain voice.

Xiaoyuan flashed the switch twice, and then stood in the window again.

Cheng Hao looked at the dense windows, and they all looked the same, until a room on the third floor flashed a few times, and he understood that it was a signal from Xiaoyuan.

Sure enough, right there, he saw the small figure.

Through the window, the small blurred figure also looked at him.

"I saw you." Cheng Hao said softly.

"So too." Xiaoyuan grabbed the phone, extremely calm.

"Are you scared?" Cheng Hao asked briefly as he heard her deliberately and plain voice.

Xiaoyuan was silent for a while before he could confirm his feelings, so he nodded gently: "Yes."

Cheng Hao did not continue asking.

"You go to bed, and I will leave when you fall asleep."

I can only look at it from a distance and vaguely.

Her expression was not visible, but he knew how fearful she was behind that "Yeah".

For the first time, he also understood what it means to be powerless and could only comfort the other party in this way.

Xiang Xiaoyuan turned off the light and wrapped it in the quilt. He felt like he woke up from his dizziness. He suddenly felt hungry, suddenly felt tired, and suddenly could cry loudly.

Suddenly I'm not so scared...

Not long after, Xiaoyuan walked to the window again, and she opened the curtains in a gap, and he was still there.

Standing there, straight as if she was a sculpture. The street lights stretched out his figure, making her look lonely but gave her a sense of security she had never felt before.

"I'm asleep, you go." Xiaoyuan sent him the message on his mobile phone.

"fool……"
Chapter completed!