Zhuo Yang did not expect that Greenwich had such a quiet place. The garden at the foot of the mountain was so empty, but the road up the mountain was like a path. However, Sun Yumei called it the mountain, but Zhuo Yang believed that it was a first-level earth slope at best.
Greenwich, Greater London, was supposed to be a bustling tourist destination, perhaps because it was not a weekend, or perhaps because of today's misty winter rain, the town has few tourists and the streets seem quite deserted. For the British, the sunshine, Always a luxury.
Today and tomorrow are the only two days that Zhuo Yang can freely control during the entire winter break. The day after tomorrow, Madibao will re-concentrate and start preparing for the second half of the season, because the World Cup will be earlier than in previous years. These two days are also Zhuo Yang was most looking forward to during the winter break because he had already planned to come to London to find Sun Yumei and find this girl he knew sixteen years ago.
He is coming to tell Yumei that he loves her.
Leaving the blooming Laken Palace, saying goodbye to the reluctant Xiao Mi Dele, leaving Sharachi, who was alone, Zhuo Yang couldn't wait to come to London, with full of longing and desire for love Like a deer looking for spring, Zhuo Yangque flew over with a jump.
The old Royal Naval Academy is a vicissitudes of life and simplicity. A few stubborn thin vines stretch out from under its thick walls and white bricks. There are some weeds under the base of the stone wall. The weeds easily emerge from the gaps in the stone slabs. Perhaps It only takes one spring and they occupy the entire area. Winter goes and spring comes, and it repeats itself, just like human ambitions, always spreading continuously.
The originally painted milky white courtyard wall has fallen off and is mottled. On this cold rainy day, it looks even more desolate and desolate.
Rainbow's home is in Greenwich. Greenwich is famous because the Mesomoto Chu line passes through the small hillside here. Also because of the existence of this line, some people say that Greenwich is the starting point of time. .However, time is born from chaos. For Zhuo Yang, it has no beginning and no end, so where does it have a starting point?
Perhaps, it can be the starting point of love.
When Zhuo Yang came, he did not notify Yumei in advance. He wanted to surprise her. He liked her, and he believed that she must like him. Sure enough, Yumei suddenly heard Zhuo Yang tell her that she was in Greenwich, so He screamed and cheered and rushed over, like a skylark. Zhuo Yang held a large transparent umbrella in his hand, and he and she stood in the rain and stared at each other.
When he walked out of Heathrow Airport, Zhuo Yang bought this umbrella in a small market. At that time, he thought that the British department stores were really expensive, but when he found that the umbrella came from China, he felt that it was not so expensive.
Yumei's white face was stained with red clouds, and the blackness of crows was tied behind her head, her skin was as white as snow, and her willow eyebrows and apricot eyes. She raised her head slightly, and her pair of water-cut pupils were clear and soft, revealing refreshing Pure, Zhuo Yang couldn't help but feel moved when he saw it.
Zhuo Yang and Yumei climbed up the steps along the small hillside of the park. They always depended on love on rainy days. He and her walked in the rain. Zhuo Yang held her hand and gradually linked her fingers. The rain was soft, He and her walked very slowly.
Yumei recalled interesting childhood stories with him, and the trivial childhood memories that were always hidden in his memory. He said, she listened, she said, he listened.
Yumei told him that two years ago she recognized this "bad" deskmate from the newspaper at a glance, but when she met again, she found that Zhuo Yang had forgotten her completely. How disappointed was she at that time?
Walking into the little poplar forest filled with rain and mist, Zhuo Yang felt as if he had walked into a dream. The woods were quiet, so quiet that he could hear the rustling sounds under his feet, and even so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat.
On the top of the hill is the ancient observatory, and the scattered instruments are like recorders of time. At the foot of the hill is the valley court of the Charlton Club. On the other side of the mountain, a few kilometers away, the Ferris wheel on the Thames River stands tall.
They called it London Eye, but Zhuo Yang felt that it should be called the London Trap.
Stepping onto the top of the mountain, Yumei's words became less. She unscrewed the bottle cap of the drink in her hand from time to time, took a sip, and then took another sip. Sometimes people drink water, not because of thirst, Yumei needs one at this time
The movement calmed down even though she knew it was not possible.
As soon as they met, Yumei saw tenderness and heat in his eyes. She saw the words in Zhuo Yang's eyes. Although Yumei didn't know what it was, it made her nervous.
In that famous small square, Zhuo Yang and Yumei finally stopped, but the raindrops seemed thicker, and the top of the umbrella rolled like tears. He and she looked at each other in the rain again. This is the starting point of time and time.
Waiting.
He looked at Yumei's eyes and couldn't bear to look away. She looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes and couldn't bear to take them away.
"Yumei, I like you, I like you very much. I want to be with you, Yumei, I love you!" The words I had never said to Xiaoqing back then were so natural at this moment, as if everything was natural.
Yumei's eyes turned red, and her eyes began to become panic and guilty when she looked at him, and there was a hint of sadness. Suddenly, Yumei stood on tiptoe, hooked Zhuo Yang's neck with both hands, and kissed him hard.
In an instant, Zhuo Yang was surrounded by huge tenderness and happiness.
This kiss was passionate and intense, as if it was eternal, and Yumei seemed to kiss Zhuo Yang into the depths of her soul. Time has no starting point, and it is not the starting point of love. Just as Zhuo Yang was about to completely fall into this kiss
Just as he hugged the girl and tried to freeze this moment forever, suddenly, her kiss left him, leaving as quickly as when he came just now.
"Zhuo Yang..., I'm sorry!" Yumei's tears flowed down her fair cheeks, intertwined with the messy drizzle.
"What?"
"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't let you misunderstand. Sorry, Zhuo Yang, please forgive me." She cried and cried out.
"..." Zhuo Yang's mind went blank.
"I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, please don't blame me. I'm sorry, I... have... lover." Lover, the person I love, Lover, lover.
"What? What did you say, Yumei. I don't understand very much."
"I have a lover, I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, it's all my fault. I shouldn't let you misunderstand, I'm sorry."
"...Why, I've never heard you say it? You've never mentioned it to me."
Why is this happening? Zhuo Yang was hit by the sudden accident and was hit by the thunder. His thinking was completely disordered. He didn't understand what was born. He just felt that the sky was spinning at this moment. The umbrella was like a kite struggling in the freezing winter rain, wet with the rain.
He took his tips and scarf, wet her eyelashes and nose, and the rain gathered in the gaps between the square bricks under their feet.
At this time, Zhuo Yang realized that he and Sun Yumei happened to be on the Ziwu Benchu ​​line. He was here and Yumei was there. Zhuo Yang was in the eastern hemisphere and she was in the western hemisphere. This line separates them from the two worlds
end.
"I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang. I should have told you that my lover is... Ke Qian."
Chapter completed!