encounter island

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"Okay, now."

The voice of the speech is very weak and light, leaving no trace.Like the whisper of the wind.

Jiang Huaiyu had an occupational disease, and thought that this kind of voice was very suitable for late-night radio, and it was easy to evoke the secrets in people's hearts.He also felt that the girl's voice was too low, as if she was out of breath, wasting her good voice in vain.

Jiang Huaiyu's movements of turning the pages of the book paused, his eyes dimmed, and the black ocean was once again brewing a storm, good voice? Maybe it's better to abolish it, so as not to cause harm.

Then she held the book without moving a page, and turned to watch Cen Mo push the door out with a small delicate basin.Cen Mo didn't notice her, and just gave Wu Quan the Madeleine she had just prepared.Wu Quan was in charge of sending them there.

"I have a guest," Cen Mo asked, joy flickering in her eyes.

Wu Quan pursed his lips and signaled.

Cen Mo glanced over secretly, and happened to meet Jiang Huaiyu's eyes.

The eyes of the woman and the woman met, just like two pairs of headlights colliding on a winding and narrow mountain road. Their sensitive nature made them feel the danger of colliding, overturning and falling into the cliff. Jiang Huaiyu looked calm, she never Afraid of the abyss, Cen Mo took the lead to avert his eyes, his hands clenched into fists, and his heart beat loudly.

Jiang Huaiyu thought, this little liar pretending to be dumb.But she forgot that she herself was the biggest liar.

Cen Mo has been caught in a brainstorm, should I go and say hello to her? Does she remember me? Why is she looking at me? Is she expecting me to move forward? Will she be unhappy if I don't go? ? How embarrassing that I went and she didn't know me.

Wu Quan took everything into consideration, picked up the phone and said, "Hello? Husband? What the hell, am I going to work? Ah?" Wu Quan turned his head, pointed to the phone and pointed to Jiang Huaiyu's location.He patted Cen Mo on the shoulder and walked out of the bar.

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Cen Mo looked at Wu Quan and then at Jiang Huaiyu in a panic, and seeing her old god was there, she was flipping through the book.

Jiang Huaiyu was actually very happy in his heart, well, it's not a couple.

But she didn't know why she was happy, Jiang Huaiyu deliberately put on a casual attitude before Cen Mo came over.

Cen Mo made [-] mental preparations, simulating all possibilities of dialogue.Showing a "normal person" appearance, she walked over with the dinner plate, and when she put the things over, she looked really careful.

Cen Mo was about to turn around and leave, but she was caught by the corner of her clothes, and the words on the screen of the mobile phone she handed fell into her eyes.

"You can talk to me next time, you don't need to write."

Cen Mo blushed, nodded and fled into the bar.

As soon as the paper towel wiped his hands, it was completely soaked in sweat.

She has many ways to relieve her emotions, listening to music is one of them.Putting on the earphones, Cen Mo calmed down in her own world.

Jiang Huaiyu sprinkled sugar into the cappuccino, stirred a little more, and blended the milk and coffee.After taking a sip, she directly took the cake with her hands. Madeleine, who had just been taken out of the oven, was still a little hot.The shell-like surface shone with warm golden brilliance, sprinkled with matcha and white chocolate, biting down lightly, the fluffy cake mixed with warm steam rushed into the mouth, sweet and bitter entangled, Jiang Huaiyu couldn't help it Let out a sigh.

As she turned the page of the book in her hand, Pruitt wrote: "Suddenly, the past came before my eyes. The smell was the smell of the madeleine, at Combray, on a Sunday. In the morning, when I went to say hello to Aunt Leonie's room, she soaked the cakes for me in tea or linden tea...their shapes - including the shape of the scalloped cake, which was plump, Sexy, yet serious in ruffles, reverent..."

Food is so healing.

Jiang Huaiyu couldn't help but look at Cen Mo. She was wearing earphones in a side profile, with a small and cute nose tip. She looked at her hands again, wondering if there was magic on them?

Wu Quan came back at this time, took off Cen Mo's earphones, and used speakers instead.They were discussing lunch, but Jiang Huaiyu was shocked by the singing she heard.

It's her song, to be precise, the song she sang on the show.She used to be a radio anchor in her spare time, the anchor of the ice cream fm "Fish in Huainan".

The song was apparently taken from the show.

Jiang Huaiyu took a sip of the coffee absently, it was extremely bitter, and she wanted to add a few more packets of sugar.

Several songs in succession were all sung by her.

Jiang Huaiyu couldn't sit still anymore, got up and walked to the bar.

"Can I change to someone else's song?"

Both Wu Quan and Cen Mo were a little surprised, and Cen Mo's eyes even widened.Jiang Huaiyu realized his impoliteness, but still insisted.

"Can I change it?"

Cen Mo didn't know where her courage came from, maybe it was out of protecting her idol, she asked in a low voice, more like a retort: ​​"Isn't it nice?" Wu Quan looked at her best friend, she rarely had such moments.

Jiang Huaiyu's dark eyes were half covered by his eyelids, and he sighed.She just didn't want to hear her own voice anymore.

"I do not want to hear."

Cen Mo is so envious of this kind of person who expresses her thoughts confidently and boldly, she may never be able to do it in her whole life.

Cen Mo drooped her head, her short hair covered half of her face, Jiang Huaiyu couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but she could tell that she immediately changed to other music.

After Jiang Huaiyu turned and left, Cen Mo asked Wu Quan softly, like a shy hamster: "Does it sound good?"

She needs affirmation now, and she knows Wu Quan will.

Hearing the panic in her tone, Wu Quan gently ruffled her hair, and said sincerely, "It sounds good."

Cen Mo became joyful, "Yes, it looks like the sea. I like it so much."

Her voice was too soft and light, and her southern Hokkien accent made her modal particles sound like a bouncing bird.Jiang Huaiyu guessed that she thought it was time for a two-person conversation between her and Wu Quan, so Cen Mo let go a lot now: "I even wrote her a letter!"

Jiang Huaiyu thought of the past while eavesdropping.Many letters from strangers were stored in the small box brought back from Beishi.She never replied, but would respond indirectly on the show.

She had received several letters from a girl with social phobia, and she was so touched that she studied for a long time and made a related program.

----etc.

She thought of all of Cen Mo's performances, and guessed in her heart.

When leaving, Jiang Huaiyu drew a blank sheet of paper at the bar, took another pen, and wrote.

"Does the picture on the wall have a name?"

After Jiang Huaiyu finished writing, he pushed the pen and paper in front of Cen Mo.Cen Mo looked at Jiang Huaiyu timidly. Didn't she ask her to speak later? Now write again.Cen Mo felt a little angry, and thought that she had denied her idol just now, and she was even more furious, but she didn't dare to get angry, just hummed twice, and wrote the word "no" like a coward.

She draws things all by feeling.Because that's the only way she expresses herself other than baking.

Two words are enough, Jiang Huaiyu left.

Back home, Jiang Huaiyu confirmed his conjecture.I finally got the owner's name from the signature of the letter - Cen Mo.

Jiang Huaiyu repeated in her heart, Cen Mo, Cen Mo, the person who chose the name seemed to give her the word "silence".

Jiang Huaiyu reread the letter, thinking of the Cen Mo he had seen in the past two days, and feeling the delicious food she created in his mouth and stomach, Jiang Huaiyu couldn't help but sigh.

After learning about Cen Mo's past, Jiang Huaiyu felt that the dessert she ate was like the communion of Christ.The guests devoured the happiness stripped from Cen Mo to comfort themselves, but no one cared about Cen Mo's suffering.

All living beings are suffering, but Cen Mo can enjoy the suffering.She is more gentle and tough than anyone else.

After sitting with the stationery for a long time, Jiang Huaiyu finally moved. She clicked on Weibo and switched to an account that she hadn't used for a long time.

On the other side of the city, there was a scream out of thin air.Cen Mo kicked off the quilt and sat up, then immediately fell down and pulled the quilt to cover her face and began to roll from side to side.

In the world with only her, she completely liberated herself, let go of all defenses, and did whatever she wanted.