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Chapter 24: The End of Memories (3)
Read again the news that Du Ning sent today: My dear, I met a few more friends today, and they opened a hot pot restaurant together. It's a pity that you are not here, otherwise I could take you with me.

That heart-wrenching feeling came again. On that day, Du Ning said: After wandering around the world, she began to yearn for it. She could escape from here and go to a strange city without heavy studies, no hateful classmates, no... She Looking at the ceiling, there is no despair now.

She thought, to wander the world.

Song Zihe didn't see Wen Xin'ai again after attending the funeral of Wen Xin'ai's parents. He only knew that she was picked up by her uncle. At least she has a place to live now.

His mother has always been angry with him, blaming him for not taking the college entrance examination. He knows that the tuition fee for repeating a year is very high, so in the past few days he asked his aunt to introduce him to work as a waiter in a restaurant and deliver milk in the morning. My mother felt distressed and finally agreed to talk to him.

On the way home from working as a waiter for a day, or when delivering milk, or turning the alley with the bicycle bell, he would think of Wen Xin'ai, and the memory always stayed in her sitting in the police car and staring blankly at the front of the car. For a moment, is she doing well?Will her little uncle's family bully her?Sometimes he wants to send her a message, asking how she is?However, after typing a few words, he gave up, because this kind of concern made him feel that it seemed to have surpassed the concern of his friends, which made him a little at a loss.

Today, he received his salary. Although he only worked for half a month, the boss still gave him the salary when the salary was fixed. It may be because he spoke fluent English when a foreign guest came last time, so today He also specifically asked him if he would like to supplement his daughter's English in the third grade of junior high school.

He didn't agree, he just said to think about it, because it reminded him of Wen Xin'ai, the first time he helped her make up lessons, she was also in the third grade of junior high school, just like the clock hand turned around and came back to the starting point, everything started again, and he I hope that the experience of making up lessons is the only memory, and I don't want it to be replaced by the beginning of another period now.

He rode his bicycle and didn't go home directly, but turned to the place where his mother set up a stall. Now that the weather is hot, no one buys the fermented rice and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, so his mother simply started selling small wontons. My mother is a good crafter, and small wontons are still sold. Not bad.

When he turned into a familiar alley, he saw a thin figure standing on the other side of the alley looking around, he stopped, looked at that person's face, his heart beat wildly uncontrollably.

She has lost a lot of weight, her face is smaller, her eyes are too big, her pale skin is almost transparent, the setting sun shines on her body, giving people the illusion that it is a phantom under the light.

"What are you doing here?" He approached her, almost cautiously asking.

Wen Xin'ai was looking down at her toes exposed outside the sandals, and was startled when she heard Song Zihe's voice, and when she raised her head, she smiled softly at Song Zihe.

It felt like a lifetime away, she could still smile, even though that smile was no longer as sweet as before in his eyes, she still smiled at last.

"I don't know where you live, so I'm waiting for you here, maybe you will show up." Her voice was as slender as ever.

"You can send me a message."

But she lowered her head again and looked at her feet: "I still want to wait for you by myself."

He looked at her for a while, seeing her light hair pulled back, revealing a purple butterfly tattoo and a slender neck: "What are you looking for?"

"I want to go home to get something, and I don't want to be alone, can you accompany me?" Except that the house was bought by my father with his own ability before he was in charge, and it was not confiscated. Many furnishings and bank accounts in the house have been confiscated. Confiscated and frozen.

Song Zihe nodded: "Get in the car, I'll take you there."

There is no trace of blood in the room, but Wen Xin'ai always feels that she can still smell blood. She dare not breathe hard, dare not look at the balcony, and take every step carefully. She doesn't know, if Song Zihe is not here Will she run away by her side?

Fortunately, Song Zihe was by her side.

She took some things she usually wears and uses from her room and put them in her backpack. When she saw the family portrait in the living room that was taken by her parents on their 15th wedding anniversary a few years ago, she stopped. She remembered Dad said at the time that my beloved looked like a princess in a pink dress, and my mother and I were the king and queen, so my heart felt sour.

She looked at it for a while, then moved the stool over, and then stepped on the stool to take out the picture.

"I'll do it." Song Zihe behind him pulled her down, and then climbed up by himself.

He didn't know why Wen Xin'ai took down the photo, because this was still her home, even if she couldn't live now, after a while, when she calmed down, she would still come back here, there was no need to take down the photo.

He watched Wen Xinai take the photo out of the frame and roll it up, and suddenly he had a bad feeling.

When the two left Wen's house, it was already dark, and they walked slowly in the community, Song Zihe was a little ahead, Wen Xin'ai followed behind, several times Song Zihe turned his head to wait for her, but saw her looking at her. Looking in the direction of my own home, I couldn't see what it was.

He suddenly didn't like her looking at her step by step, as if she was about to go to some distant place and reluctant to part, without thinking, he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Xin'ai, and said, "Let's go."

Except for that time in the police car, this was the first time he held her hand. It was clearly Xia Ye, but it was unexpectedly cold. When the coldness was completely controlled by his palm, he froze, why, hold her hand Where is her hand?
It was like a natural movement, and he just grabbed it, and he realized that he had never done this before, even other girls didn't.

He coughed lightly. He didn't know if it was embarrassment or what, but he didn't want to let go. He just held it like this, letting the heat from his palm pass to the cold little hand. Then, Wen Xinai's hand moved suddenly, He thought she was trying to break free, but he didn't expect that she also grabbed him with her backhand.

He stopped and stared blankly at the girl in front of him. Even though she was thin and pale, she was still so beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes away. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes were shy, she bit her lips and dared not look at him, but she held her hand even harder. stopped his hand.

He forgot what he was going to say later, but he felt the coldness of his palm gradually warm up, and finally it was as hot as him.

"Ah, my bicycle is parked there." After a long time, he finally realized that his voice was slightly hoarse, so he coughed lightly again, and when he turned around, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Why do I feel like a fool?
Carried Wen Xinai out of the community and rode slowly on the road.

"Will you reread it?" Wen Xinai said first.

"Yes." So next year, he and Wen Xin'ai will be in the same grade.

"sorry."

He looked back at her, her hair was flying over her face, so she couldn't see the expression.

"It's all over, Wen Xinai, don't say I'm sorry." In fact, he was the one who wanted to say sorry, because he ignored her when she called for help, but he didn't want her to think about that night again, so he said it was over .

The bicycle was going uphill, Wen Xinai jumped off the bicycle, and ran slowly behind Song Zihe's car. Song Zihe didn't want her to chase him, so he got off the car too, and the two walked slowly side by side on the bridge. Wen Xinai turned her head to the side, wanting to take a peek at Song Zihe, but saw a scar on his collarbone, covered with a black scab, which was a bit shocking, it was bitten out by her that day, she only remembered that she was dead Biting, almost biting off his piece of meat, must be very painful, right?

While watching, she followed Song Zihe slowly, but since then, he has left her mark on him, even if she wanders the world alone, the mark of Wen Xin's love is still on Song Zihe's body.

She turned her eyes back and landed on the backpack in the front basket, yes, she was going to wander the world.

When going downhill, the bicycle rushed forward like flying, because there were not many people on the road, Song Zihe didn't press the brakes, the forward speed was accompanied by the whistling wind, and there was a kind of refreshing pleasure.

For a moment, Wen Xinai hugged Song Zihe's back, and said over and over again in a voice softer than the wind in his ears: "Song Zihe, goodbye, goodbye."

Song Zihe's ears could only hear the sound of the wind, only the beating of Wen Xin'ai's heart that was disturbed by Wen Xin'ai's sudden hug, and he couldn't hear anything else.

That goodbye can only be blown away helplessly by the wind and blown away.

When they arrived at Wen Xin'ai's little uncle's house, Song Zihe realized that Wen Xin'ai's place was only two roads away from his home.

"You go in, I'm leaving." Under the dim streetlight, Song Zihe saw Wen Xin'ai's face was a little pale, standing under the streetlight with her backpack in her arms, like a helpless little girl, just like seeing her for the first time. When she was there, she sent the money down and stood under the street lamp to peek at him from a distance.

The moonlight poured down like water, intertwined with the dim street lights, blurring the lines of Wen Xin'ai's whole body, as if it would be blown away by the wind, he suddenly felt a little bit reluctant, so he urged himself to say it again: " I'm leaving, Wen Xinai."

The man then turned around.

"Zihe." The person behind him called him without using his first or last name. He froze for a moment, and before his mind could react, his body turned around quickly.

Wen Xinai threw her backpack and ran up to him. It was so close that he just wanted to take a step back, but his soft body had already leaned against him. Before he could react, his soft lips pressed against his.

After a "buzz" in his head, there was a large white area, nothing, only the sensory organs were still working, and he felt that those two lips were as soft as the rice wine made by his mother, and the sweetness made him lose his mind , can't do any reaction, can only freeze there, hear any sound, can't think about anything.

Fortunately, it was only very short. Such sweet and soft lips left. He thought that such soft touch would last forever, but when he left suddenly, he realized that it was only a short touch, and it was over in the blink of an eye.

Wen Xin'ai didn't run away as shyly as usual, but stopped there. He saw her face from his confusion, why was it sad?

"Wen Xinai?" He finally managed to make a sound, and stretched out his hand unconsciously, trying to grab her.

"Goodbye, Song Zihe." She said very quickly, without letting him catch her, turned around to pick up her backpack, and flew into the small courtyard next to her.

Feeling lost, he froze there, feeling that everything just now was like a dream.

Goodbye, Song Zihe, he was still immersed in this dream, but he hadn't realized what that sentence meant.

Goodbye, really gone.

In the next few years, Song Zi never saw Wen Xinai again. He only received a remittance of more than 1 yuan a few days after Wen Xinai left. tuition fee.

The summer of that year came to an end with the departure of Wen Xinai, leaving endless regrets, which Song Zihe would forget in the next few years.

(End of this chapter)