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Wu Miao dreamed of the sea in Cornwall again, with that person, enjoying the sky and sitting on the ground, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, around the campfire, wearing a woolen blanket, waiting for the sunrise.Later, at the age of 14, he fell asleep, leaning on the arms of the man, who was wrapped in a wool blanket by the man.

"Angelo, wakeup." The man gently woke him up: "It's coming."

He opened his eyes, and met the rosy red of the distant sea antenna in the midsummer morning mist, "Takeaphoto, please."

The man took out the camera that had been hanging around his neck from his arms, raised his hands, and looked into the distance.

"No, that wasn't what timeant." Wu Miao reached out and grabbed him, looking at him, "Iwannawithyou."

Iwanna with you.

Wu Miao sat up from the bed, looked out the window, early in the morning, cicadas started screaming, it must be very hot today, he thought.

"Wu Miao, are you up yet?" His father knocked on his door.

Wu Miao hurriedly got out of bed, walked over and opened the door.

"I heard from your mother that your classmates are coming today?" His father asked him.

"Yes, they came to get sleeping bags for camping." Wu Miao replied.

His father, who had always been stern, looked at him, wanting to tell him something, but his mother's voice came from the hall, "Zhang De, your car is here."

"Don't spend too much time with your classmates. You have your own things to get done too, you know?" his dad said, then gave him a sullen look, and left.

Standing by the door, Wu Miao was very depressed when he heard his mother instructing the hourly worker about the trivial housework, just like every morning when he woke up from home.

After he finished washing and tidying himself up, he walked into the living room and saw his mother coming out, also neatly dressed. His mother saw him and said to him: "I have to go to school again, maybe Come back at noon, when will your classmate come? I think try not to delay the time too late, your father will be back at four o'clock this afternoon. "

"I know." Wu Miao nodded, and then his mother left.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Cheng Youcheng was the first to arrive at Wu Miao's home. Cheng Youcheng saw that Wu Miao seemed a little anxious, and he had been checking the time since he stepped into the house.

"What will happen to you later?" Cheng Youcheng asked.

Wu Miao shook her head, but she frowned tightly, "I'm afraid they will come too late. My mother may come back later."

Cheng You became acquainted, so he called Xu Fei and asked Xu Fei and the others. One had just gotten on the subway, and the other hadn't left the house yet.Cheng Youcheng thought about it, so he said, "Come on, I'll take it for them, let them go to my house directly, there is no one in my house, it's very convenient."

Wu Miao felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry."

Cheng Youcheng followed Wu Miao into the room, Wu Miao's room was meticulously tidied up, it was very big, but there was nothing but a bed, a row of large wardrobes and a small sofa.

"My God." Cheng Youcheng couldn't help laughing, "I've seen Bian Xiaojun's bedroom before, he's similar to yours, but he's not as tidy as yours, really... nothing, not even a desk .”

Wu Miao shrugged, "I have a small study. Want to see it?" Then he opened the door of a room.

When Cheng Youcheng walked in, there was nothing wrong with it, even though the sparrow was small, it had all the internal organs.There is a desk facing the window, the left hand side is connected to the computer desk, and there is also a bookcase, but it is very small, and it is not full of books like Ou Xuyang's house, but it is scattered in two or three rows, especially scattered, Cheng Youcheng looked over, and found that the most popular ones were dictionaries, and there were two or three original English editions bound in retro style.

Cheng Youcheng became interested in those few books that had a sense of age at first glance. He walked over and took one down. It was copied on a rust-red hard cover, with gold-plated letters and lace, "PrideAndPrejudice"—" pride and Prejudice".

Looking at the other books, all of them were written by Jane Austen. Cheng Youcheng smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you like Jane Austen?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Wu Miao said, he was staring at a few books, as if he was thinking about others.

"Ha, but here, besides the Chinese-English dictionary, there are only a few novels of Tang Poetry and Song Ci. They are really clean." Cheng Youcheng couldn't put it down in his hand. He opened the cover and revealed on the title page A few lines of handwritten English characters are the kind of cursive characters that I have only seen on TV. They are exquisite and beautiful. They turn and draw arcs, and the bustling clusters are drawn at a glance.

"ToMyAngelo, It's..." Further down, Cheng Youcheng couldn't recognize clearly. He looked up at Wu Miao and asked, "Someone gave you this? Angelo, is your English name?"

Wu Miao took the book from Cheng Youcheng's hand, rubbed the few lines gently with the palm of his hand, and didn't speak, then he held the book in front of him, lowered his head close to the paper, sniffed it lightly, and sighed: I can smell it, but it will probably disappear after a while.”

"What?" Cheng Youcheng felt strange.

Wu Miao handed the book to him and said, "This book was originally placed in a sandalwood box, and the paper will smell of sandalwood. Try it."

Cheng Youcheng leaned over and carefully sniffed it. Indeed, the fragrance of calligraphy and ink mixed with strands of sandalwood, simple and solemn.He raised his eyes and saw a slight smile on Wu Miao's face, so he said, "It should still be kept in the sandalwood box, these books look like antiques, you are not afraid of being exposed to the air like this Is it damp? Anyway, it was given to you by someone else."

"No matter how wet the weather is, there is no such tide as in the UK." Wu Miao said, "And the sandalwood boxes are all lost in the UK. In fact, many things have been lost in the UK. The past has passed, and since they came here I had to adapt to the new environment.”

Cheng Youcheng was silent, he could see the sadness in Wu Miao's eyebrows, and he heard that Wu Miao's words were actually referring to himself.He suddenly understood why Wu Miao's room was so empty. It turned out that he didn't have too many things. It seemed that he really didn't bring anything back except these few books.

"Are these books given by someone very important?" Cheng Youcheng asked.

Wu Miao put the book back on the shelf, bit her lower lip tightly, closed her eyes and nodded.

Cheng Youcheng was silent for a while, then asked again: "Is it an elder? Or a friend."

Wu Miao pulled a chair for Cheng Youcheng, stood by the window and looked out the window, "Forget it, he is an elder and a friend, but he has another identity, he is my first love."

Cheng Youcheng was surprised that Wu Miao said it so quickly. He was also very surprised when he heard it. After thinking about it, considering what Ou Xuyang said before, he had to ask deliberately: "Is she older than you? She must be very old." Pretty, right?"

Wu Miao smiled softly when he heard this, and he looked back at Cheng Youcheng with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, as if he had seen through your pointed dishonesty, which made Cheng Youcheng feel that Hao However guilty.

"He's a man." Wu Miao said softly, "It should be said that he is handsome. A typical British gentleman, elegant and stable." He paused for a while, smiled again, and said, "Why? Is there anything else you want to say? "

Cheng Youcheng felt ashamed, he sighed and was relieved, "What can I say, don't you still understand? I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

"What's the matter? I'm not very frank." Wu Miao said, he walked over, sat on the table directly, and supported the table with his hands, "But it's good now, everyone doesn't have to continue to pretend."

Cheng Youcheng smiled sarcastically, he suddenly didn't dare to look Wu Miao in the eyes, probably because the other party was too honest.Wu Miao kept silent after saying that sentence, as if forcing him to speak first, which is too bad!Therefore, Cheng Youcheng had no choice but to go all out, looked up at Wu Miao and asked a useless nonsense: "Then he is British."

But Wu Miao was very peaceful, "A British man of good family background, a gentleman trained according to the routines of British high society. Now he is the principal violinist of the British Symphony Orchestra, performing all over the world with his violin on his back."

"Are you still in touch?" Cheng Youcheng asked.

"No. I just read it from the news on the Internet." Wu Miao replied.

"No contact yet? Why, is it because you went back to China?" Cheng Youcheng asked subconsciously, and suddenly realized something, and hurriedly apologized: "Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to snoop, I didn't want to cause you anything ..." He was also at a loss for words, anyway, it really wasn't right to say anything.

"It's okay. The reason we broke up is because of this, and of course there is family relationship." Wu Miao said calmly, "However, this is over for me."

Seeing Wu Miao's peaceful expression, Cheng Youcheng was a little impressed, and couldn't help being even more curious, "How much older is he than you? How did you know each other?"

"My father celebrated his 14th birthday when I was 50 years old. He was my father's friend. He was 30 years old that year." Wu Miao replied. He saw Cheng Youcheng raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth. What are you thinking, what? Don't you dare to say that you didn't know who you liked when you were 14 years old?"

Cheng Youcheng was silenced by these words, and finally he laughed, "Okay," he said, "It's just that the other party's 30 years old is too exaggerated."

"That day," Wu Miao smiled, "he was wearing a dark gray haute couture suit and brought his violin back to perform in Vienna. He played a song in front of all the guests, and then talked to my dad Mom talked eloquently, humorously and wittily, and finally he came to me, smiled and took out a beautiful gift box, which contained a piece of craft glass, which I recognized as the one I won in the school painting competition that year. He said he liked the painting very much and thought it would be very beautiful and special if it could be made into a handicraft, so he asked his friend, a craft glass artist, to order two copies. I left a copy, and the other copy must be given to me as the original author." Wu Miao recalled, his eyes seemed to be full of the scene of the year, and then he came back to his senses and said to Cheng Youcheng: "And you are very I adore him. I really like listening to him and being with him. He is still so caring, and he walks up to you in such a personable manner, treating you like an adult. If it were you, you would Just because he's 16 years older than you and rationally telling yourself that you shouldn't like him?"

Suddenly, Cheng Youcheng felt that Wu Miao was actually much more mature than any of them.Then, he thought that Wu Miao's relationship didn't last long, because he went back to China for freshman year of high school.

"It's a pity," Cheng Youcheng couldn't help but sigh, "Actually, you should have stayed in England."

When Wu Miao heard the words, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He shook his head, "Many things are beyond my control. Many things will not be tolerated. At that time, I couldn't keep it, and he couldn't grasp it. I."

Hearing this, Cheng Youcheng inevitably felt a little sad.

"However, what's the point of this." Wu Miao's voice suddenly raised, "There will always be a day when I can make my own choice, I can arrange myself very well, and I have been waiting for that opportunity, and I have been preparing for it .At this point, we are the same, don't you think?"

Cheng Youcheng was surprised, but soon he smiled and no longer shy away from it. He nodded, "That's right. It's the same."

Wu Miao raised one hand and clenched it into a fist, and stretched it out in front of Cheng Youcheng. Cheng Youcheng couldn't help laughing when he saw it: "You, a child educated in England, still play this American street habit?"

"Who said I can't play?" Wu Miao raised an eyebrow, "Our British-educated children all think this gesture is very foreign and very useful."

"Okay, okay." Cheng Youcheng also raised his fist and reached out to touch it, "I'm also following the foreign style."