Years are warm

It was sunny when we got there.

It was a warm and sunny day, and there were people sketching by the river. When they saw them approaching, they smiled shyly and said hello in French.

Xie Zhiyao returned a gentle smile, while taking out his phone to find an angle, took a photo and sent it to Xu Huai'an.

He didn't reply there, he must be busy.She was not in a hurry, and slowly followed behind Gu Xinci.

They didn't go directly to any place. Gu Xinci took her to the school, took her around, and told her about various layout designs while walking, interspersed with some past events.She seldom talked so much, even when she taught her a small stove in Qingyun back then, Xie Zhiyao listened very carefully.

Meeting someone he knew halfway, Gu Xinci stopped and exchanged greetings with him, the blond man suddenly turned his head to look at Xie Zhiyao, paused and said something to Gu Xinci.

He is asking who she is, why is it a bit like...

Xie Zhiyao pursed his lips and smiled, not intending to interrupt.

Gu Xinci briefly explained a few sentences, and the man waved to her heartily to say hello, and then chatted for a few more sentences before taking his leave.

"His name is Wen Sen. We used to be together when we were in school. We are acquaintances." Gu Xinci turned his head and glanced at her, "Let's get to know him if we have a chance. His art exhibition is very good. Let's go and take you to the studio." have a look."

The studio she was talking about was the one where she and Xie Tingning were together. Compared with the few paintings hanging in Qingyun, there are more and more messy things here. There are also some unfinished pages that were left intact by the owner. preserved.

Xie Zhiyao walked closer and looked at it silently for a while, before speaking softly.

"Her brushstrokes... feel very warm."

This is probably the reason for looking into the heart from the pen.

They stayed here for about a week. Apart from coming back to have a look, Gu Xinci also had her own things to do. Similarly, she would not restrain Xie Zhiyao from doing anything.

The day before leaving, Gu Xinci took her out again.

The destination is a small cemetery in the suburbs.

No one was there at this time, and the cemetery was empty and quiet.

"To be honest, I still hate your grandpa." Gu Xinci put the flowers in front of the tombstone, and said abruptly, "I will never forgive you."

Xie Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled. Her relationship with her parents in the past two years has also been very stiff, and she is more indifferent and indifferent to the old man.

"Indeed, unforgivable." Those who did... the people who were in it were impossible to forgive.

"Actually, there is nothing here." Gu Xinci lowered his eyes, and gently wiped the black and white photos on it, "I can't take anything out, but... compared to there, I think I should find a home for Aning here. Place."

It's also a thought for her.

Xie Zhiyao stood behind her with his hands behind his back, and asked her: "Ms. Gu... You have not let her go for so many years, maybe she will be worried if she knows."

Gu Xinci just smiled and said, "Probably the same as when you met Xiao An."

Once upon a time, I heard a saying that you should not meet too amazing people when you are young, otherwise you will see only mere things for the rest of your life.At that time, it was just a joke, but later, after so many years, when she thought of Xie Tingning and this sentence, she really got a taste of it.

Seeing the moonlight, since then the long wind and thousands of miles have been deserted.

"I'll go down and wait for you first. If you have anything to say, just say it." She pulled her thoughts back, unwilling to say any more, simply dropped these words and went on, "Although... here Nothing but what she can hear, and where her soul will linger where she loves so much."

Xie Zhiyao didn't stop her, maybe because she really wanted to say something, or maybe she could more or less understand what Gu Xinci should be thinking at this moment.

The afternoon wind blew up the skirt, and the finely cut vegetation on the roadside swayed.

Xie Zhiyao pulled a strand of long hair that fell behind her ears, and she slowly squatted down, and gently placed the pure white bouquet in front of the tombstone.

The woman in the photo is still the same as she was many years ago, with gentle brows and eyes, like a spring breeze, but after decades of rushing, fewer and fewer people remember her.

"...Auntie." Xie Zhiyao called softly, and her fingertips lightly brushed the cold stone slab, wiping away the thin layer of dust that fell on it.

"I saw your previous paintings. They are very beautiful. At least I am... I am not as good as you now."

"Teacher Gu said that you had a good time here at the beginning, and I think so. It's very beautiful here, and the sky is also very good. She...I don't know how to comfort her, maybe you will know..."

"At first, when they said that I resembled you, I didn't mind it, but now that I think about it...it doesn't seem to be a bad thing."

"Ah, by the way, I have someone I like, who is also a girl like you and Teacher Gu. She is also very good. If possible, I will bring her to see you in the future..."

She spoke a bit incoherently, rambling like this, in fact, she didn't even know what to say, it was a bit like gossip.

Probably knowing this, Xie Zhiyao murmured to himself for a long time, his voice gradually lowered, until it was barely audible in the end.She lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and there was a little water in her eyes.

"I didn't see you...I'm sorry."

How good would it be if Xie Tingning was still there?

But there is no what-if in this world. It is meaningless to indulge in the past and false assumptions. People always have to look forward.

In June, Xie Zhiyao flew to London, not for anything else, but because his studies here were about to end, and Xu Huaian had to go back to China.

Xie Zhiyao looked at the clothes on her with mixed feelings for a moment.

She missed the clear June day of that year, missed the bitterness and sadness of those years, but fortunately she never missed her future life.

Xu Huai'an bent down to pick up the academic hat and walked to her, as if he had a rare playfulness, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and she raised her wrist and put the hat on her head casually.

It's a little crooked, and it's kind of funny to look at.

Xie Zhiyao couldn't hold back and raised his hand to straighten the hat, reached out and hugged her neck and took a deep breath.

The summer sun just splashed on them like this, passing through the luxuriant branches and leaves of the treetops, faintly, as if falling on the ground.

"Why are you crying?" Xu Huai'an rubbed her head, bent her eyes and smiled.

"I didn't cry." Xie Zhiyao's throat moved, and he muttered sullenly, "It's just..." Just a little bit reluctant.

Xu Huai'an's eyes softened, she lowered her eyes, turned her face sideways and rubbed the girl's long hair, the soft ends of her hair lightly brushed the brows, a little itchy.

"I will finish the Bi She as soon as possible, and try to go back as soon as possible." Xie Zhiyao blinked, his eyes seemed to be covered with fine water, "although...although it may not be so fast, but I will try my best to go faster of."

The studio is very busy, and she has separated from her parents. In fact, she hasn't gained a foothold so quickly. From another perspective, Xu Huai'an is the same.But she seems to be able to work a little harder, not a lot, just a little bit, so that after a long time, she can find that they seem to be able to walk a little faster than others, and a little faster.

"Don't be so anxious." Xu Huai'an flicked her forehead with her fingers, "My body is important, and I won't run away." She paused, the corners of her lips curled up a little, prolonging her voice deliberately, "Let's talk again ..."

"I can come to see you, and I can afford the air ticket."

This makes sense... Xie Zhiyao couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to pinch her face.

"What do you say?"

Xu Huaian let her "□□" her own face, smiling and not saying a word.

For them, separation is for reunion, so the years apart are not difficult anymore.

Xu Huaian bought a house in the new district of Shenning, and the decoration was done according to Xie Zhiyao's favorite style. There was a room on the second floor that she didn't move much, saying that it was reserved for Xie Zhiyao to work on his studio.It is always free to go out and live alone, but there is a seven-hour time difference, and many times the time of two people cannot go together.Sometimes Xie Zhiyao was painting in the studio in the afternoon and hung up on the phone. Looking back at the phone screen, Xu Huaian had already fallen asleep leaning on the pillow.

Sometimes she would put down the paintbrush and watch her for a while before hanging up the phone, and sometimes she couldn't bear to stop when she was inspired, and she didn't hang up until the phone ran out of battery.

Time always flies by inadvertently.

During the new year's New Year's Eve, several people in the studio stopped working to discuss getting together with other people they knew. Xie Zhiyao sat in the corner and watched for a while, and asked the senior sister in the studio if he could borrow a tape Here comes the guitar, by the way, help me record a video or something.

"Yo, yes, but who is this for?" The senior from the studio pointed her phone at her, agreed readily, but did not forget to joke, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Xie Zhiyao plucked the strings of the acoustic guitar twice, and smiled gently at the camera of the mobile phone. The light from the ceiling lamp fell on her eyes, like twinkling stars.

"It's a girlfriend."

As her knuckles plucked the strings, she gently opened her lips and hummed softly.

Don't ask why we have met

I have been here and waiting for you

It's not at first sight when falling in love

But this love will stay eternal

………………[1]

At the end of the song, the hands of the clock point to zero, and the fireworks in full bloom illuminate the night sky, as if the cheers of the crowd gathered by the Rhine can still be heard.

She put down the guitar, and whispered to the camera just before the senior sister finished recording: "Xiao An, happy new year."

"I miss you."

When Xu Huai'an saw this video, it was after six o'clock in China. She took a towel to wipe off the water droplets on her face, and hurried back to the room to find the headphone cable.

The woman's humming sound fell into her ears along the electronic wire, her lips were slightly pursed, and a soft light shone in her eyes.It was just dawn outside, and it was still a bit gray, but there was still thin sunlight trying to push through the thick clouds and fell.She glanced at it twice, got up and went to the balcony to take a photo.

A voiceover is attached to the photo.

"It sounds great, but next time I want to listen to the live version. The snow in Shenning has stopped, and the weather should be pretty good today. I miss you too, Yao..."

"I'll wait for you to go home."

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[1] The song is "True Love Actually" by Wanxiang Fanyin, you can listen to it if you are interested.

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