The sunset was crimson, the sea was calm, and the gulls flapped their wings as if sprinkled with gold powder, crossed the block, and stopped on the angel sculpture missing an arm.

The carved blue bricks under your feet are worn out, but you can vaguely see a glimmer of past glory. Before the era of great industry, this square was the center of the entire capital city.

"...look at this little triangular brick flower, it's 400 years old."

An hour ago, they left the aquarium and walked up the narrow road aimlessly but with their fingers tightly intertwined. When they came to this square, Xue Fang stopped and sat down for a while.

——He finally knew why Miao Xun asked him to change his shoes.

In fact, the area of ​​"Grey Street" is very large, and it is really impossible to finish shopping in one day.There is not such a dense transportation network as the "Golden Harbor". Most residents rely on unmanned small trains that cost 3 star coins each time.

People like Professor Xue who used to ride old-fashioned bicycles to class for two hours every day are really freaks.

Seeing the "cat" counting bricks on the ground, Xue Fang cleared his throat and began to act as a tour guide.

Miao Xun squatted on the ground without raising his head, listening absent-mindedly.Xue Fang pulled him up, sat next to him, and smiled when he saw the red eyes of the little wild cat.

"Why are you still sad?"

"It's because the sun is too dazzling!" Miao Xun explained bluntly.

Xue Fang glanced at the gentle Yu Hui, comforted him and said, "It's just a show, I'll bring you next time."

next time.

Hearing these two words, Miao Xun curled up his fingers unconsciously.

Fearing that he would continue to be sad because of the memory loss, Xue Fang continued to change the subject: "Speaking of which, at the beginning of construction, the stamens of each brick flower pointed in one direction at the same time—"

His eyes fell on the end of the square, and Miao Xun also looked over. There was a steeple church, which had been in disrepair for a long time. Although it was still in use, the once snow-white marble roof had been eroded into black and brown by acid rain.

"In that tower, there was a secret book hidden 276 years ago."

"How do you know everything?" Miao Xun turned around and asked.

Xue Fang casually replied: "Well, haha, after all, I used to have a nickname called 'Library'."

Miao Xun intuitively felt that he had more to say, but Xue Fang didn't mean to expand.

As for the past of the guide, Miao Xun only knew that he had been a guide and a teacher before, and came back to enter the White Tower. No matter how many things there were, it was not written in the spouse information.

The strange thing is that they don't know each other's past at all, but they can be very familiar with each other's emotions and bodies in a short period of time.

Perhaps, this is the benefit of a fit rate as high as 96%, which can quickly bind two strangers together with brain hormones and hormones.

"Listen—" Miao Xun suddenly stood on tiptoe, raised his neck, and pricked up his ears towards the distance.

"What did you hear?" The square was noisy with hawkers selling things, Xue Fang couldn't distinguish the sound at all.

"Over there, behind." Miao Xun looked back and smiled, and his depressed mood was swept away.

Xue Fang was led by him, as if he was entwined by an active wind.Drilling into the narrow back alley and coming to the back of the church, someone set up a small stall and sang alone here.

As soon as the song was over, Miao Xun clapped his hands "papapapa", touched Xue Fang's terminal from his pocket, and ran forward to tip the homeless singer.

What I said just now was that I heard someone singing.

The guide looked at the "cat" helplessly and indulgently, watching Miao Xun pick up the wandering singer's old-fashioned portable optical computer, turn his back, and discuss something with the singer in silence.

"Oh, this one, yes."

"Do you want to do this?"

"Here? Okay, okay."

Miao Xun typed the whole time, and only the singer nodded and answered.

After 1 minute, the male singer returned to the microphone.Miao Xun took out a violin from the box at the back, tightened the ponytail bow, adjusted the sound for a while, then put his chin on it, pressed it on his shoulder, and compared the singer with the hand holding the bow.

——At this point, Xue Fang still folded his hands on his chest, watching the "cat" play with great interest.

He had no idea what was going to happen next.

The moment the bow and the string collided, Xue Fang's body shook, and his heart sank irresistibly following the lingering and lazy tune.

The vagabond's voice, hoarse and ethereal, rang out from behind the church:

"Porel camino des itiomío (on my way to)

Uncarreteroalegrepasó (a coachman passing happily)

Consucancionesqueesmuysentida (he sang from his heart)..."

It's "Glida Minor" that you sewed into the coat you gave him.

He never forgets that you are kind to him bit by bit.

Behind the quiet cathedral, in the lonely evening, in the intertwined alleys, three people, two hearts, one trembling soul.

The bellows of the violin is resonating, the finger bones are slender, and they switch and jump on the four strings. The fingering is proficient, and I don't know how long I have practiced in private.

The smoky, as if in the twilight, the singing voice should come from his voice, but he can't speak, and he can't really sing the sheet music you gave him, so he plays the piano by himself and asks others to sing for him.

But what a broad word language is.

It doesn't need resonance.Even when he's standing there without saying a word, he's communicating how much he loves you.

The delicate and vivid figure, glowing with soft light, melted into the twilight at 29:[-] in the afternoon.

"Boom~dong~" the church bell echoed.

Some people passed by one after another in the alley, some looked sideways, some stopped and stopped, and more and more people watched and listened, Xue Fang was slowly squeezed to the back.

It may be a pity that he can't speak, but he is such a cute kitten, Xue Fang has been moved enough to be content.

Suddenly, the wanderer's blazing song stopped.The sound of the piano reached the peak of the minor key, resonating and echoing among the bricks and stones.

The onlookers looked at each other in blank dismay, because the song ended at the most exciting part, which was inexplicably broken.

They only saw a young man with light honey skin, with the afterglow on his back, playing the music peacefully, and found a man standing against the wall, who seemed to be infected by the sound of the piano, covered his face in a broken mood, and lowered his head sobbing sideways.

but don't know,

that vanished song,

It resounded in Xue Fang's mind.

"Elcarioquetetengo (My love for you)

Notelopuedonegar (is undeniable)

Yonolopuedoevitar (is inevitable)..."

The best part, the chorus of the confession, will be sung to no one but you.

The slightly rusty singing voice, the transition is not so smooth, the end of the sound will tremble, and the sound of breathing can't be controlled, trying to pronounce the words, so green and sad, but it is the most sincere and moving voice that Xue Fang has ever heard in this life .

He only sings in your head.

In the whole world, only you can hear his true voice.

Exclusively for you, exclusively for everyone present, and even if you can’t enjoy the bricks and tiles of churches and deep alleys, it only belongs to you.

After singing the chorus, the wanderer's singing continued again, but Xue Fang couldn't listen anymore.

The cat hummed softly in his mind, it was a sweet nasal voice, and he followed the stray singer until the last syllable.

Maybe it was the stable performance of the wandering singer, or maybe it was Miao Xun who played the violin wonderfully, which moved the passers-by, and there was warm applause from around.

Xue Fang had already carried his back, faced the wall, and secretly shed tears for a while.

Putting down the violin, Miao Xun, with a smug smile on his face, bowed to the passers-by together with the homeless.Then, he walked towards the crowd and saw his deep and colorful beauty at a close distance. The first reaction of the people was to take out their terminals and excitedly want to add his contact information.

Miao Xun blocked them with his elbow, pushed aside the crowd, stubbornly walked to the last wall, "teared" the man off the wall, and kissed Xue Fang on the cheek in full view of everyone.

Countless sighs of disappointment sounded around.

"It's very face-saving to take me out." Miao Xun wiped the tears under his eyes with his fingertips, and asked with his chin raised.

Xue Fang raised his head, it was the first time he was so proud of the crowd, and he stammered: "Yes, it is my spouse, envy."

Who can not envy, this unique heart and love.

Xue Fang wiped his eyes with a tissue as he walked, his voice became soft: "If you are so good today, you will make me happy."

Miao Xun hugged his arm, walked to the left for a while, and fell to the ground for a while, humming: "Whoever told you to make me cry, I will make you cry too."

Xue Fang burst into tears and laughed: "Next time, do this kind of good thing to me a few more times."

"No." Miao Xun pursed his lips and smiled. He took two steps back, turned around and fled suddenly, like a slimy cat, running away gently with his hands against the walls and windows.

Xue Fang held the dirty hand.

——Like the wind holding the crater, hot, stinging, young and hot, hard to catch, people follow the warmth and fall into the magma, willing to leave no bones.

"I'll take you to eat what I like to eat."

Xue Fang was stunned for a moment, and wanted to ask how you remembered, but when the words came to his lips, he said warmly: "It's all up to you."

The proud kitten has been in high spirits ever since he made him cry in public, leading him through the streets and alleys, stopping from time to time to take a deep breath.

The air is decomposed into countless small molecules with information in the sense of smell of the leader sentinel. He is looking for something sweet...delicious...hot...

"Here, no, it's over there!" He walked faster and faster, turned around a street corner, and saw four or five tables scattered in a small courtyard, Miao Xun turned his eyes and told him, "This is the place, I should come here often .”

Should—what a stinging word.

But Miao Xun seemed to have stepped out of the shadow of forgetting, and told him with a smile: "I have a memory of smell. Although I don't remember it, I can find it by smelling it."

The open-air environment of the food stall is so simple that there is no decoration, and even the house number can't be found. Just throwing away two tables and starting a business is wanton and free.

"It's you again." The grumpy proprietress came over with her arms crossed.

Xue Fang's nerves tensed up, afraid of what happened before, so he hurried to stand up.

The proprietress glanced at him, smiled all of a sudden, and said to Miao Xun: "Your boy has been eating and drinking with me for several years, and finally knows to bring someone here."

Sitting on a small bench, Miao Xun raised the terminal above his head and showed it to the proprietress: "Can I get a discount if I bring my family?"

"Come again, pay, pay what you pay! If you mention it again, get out. Are you looking down on my old lady? I promised you to eat for free for a lifetime, and you can't miss it once!" The proprietress put the water glass on the table with a "bang", Nasty.

Xue Fangan calmed down, and asked after deliberation: "Excuse me, why did you give him free?"

The proprietress wiped her hands with her apron, and took out a machete, "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that a group of gangsters bullied me, a widow, and he went to kill her in one night."

"? Which gangster?" Xue Fang suddenly thought of something, it couldn't be...

"It's that 'starlight', the name is very beautiful, and it's not doing anything."

"...Sure enough." Strictly speaking, those people are the Star Thief organization.Bullying women and children is just a daily pastime. Serious business is reselling arms, fighting smuggling, killing, and arson. Baita sent a team to carry it out several times but failed to eradicate it. A few years ago, it was suddenly reported that the case was closed, and it was actually done by one person, Miao Xun...

Miao Xun typed again: "But the family members said they must buy me a Coke."

The proprietress said helplessly: "Okay, okay, then just pay for a can of Coke."

"Let's listen again!" To the family members.

There is only one dish in the proprietress's family, which is stewed chicken on a small stove next to the pot.In summer, surrounded by a vacuum charcoal fire, Miao Xun took off his T-shirt, leaving only the white vest inside, sweat glistening on his muscles.

Xue Fang glanced at it, stretched out his hand calmly, and helped him lift up the strap of the vest.

The sky was completely dark, the street was dazzled by neon lights, and there was not enough light in the small shop, there was only dim light, but it was convenient for Miao Xun to grab Xue Fang's hand quietly, and wrote in his palm:

"You, good, like, worry, heart, daughter, son, be, see, light, old, father, dear."

Xue Fang withdrew his hand with a stern face, and protested strongly in a low voice: "It's not the old father, it's the wife."

The little wild cat chuckled mischievously, and suddenly sat down obediently, and looked at him sweetly with his chin: "Okay then~ my wife let it go."

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