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It rained last night, and a strong wind blew up in the second half of the night. Many branches that were blown off by the wind were slanted on the ground, and the leaves were sticking to the rain and sticking to the ground.

Sanitation workers in eye-catching orange-yellow clothes showed up on the street early to clean up the mess of the night as soon as possible before the next burst of rain came.

The sky was really gloomy.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a day like this."

Arlene heard the passers-by looking at the sky, sighing to the companion walking beside her.

"Yeah, it looks like the sky is about to fall." The lady next to her wrapped the neckline of her windbreaker in agreement.

The men's flat leather shoes collided on the ground to make a muffled sound, and the women's high-heeled shoes collided again to produce a higher-pitched rhythm. The two voices rose and fell, and they echoed together to form a harmonious minor tune.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Arlene couldn't help but look up at the sky.

I don't know when the next rain will be.

Zhou Zhou has always been a punctual person. When he was late that day, Arlene always felt in her heart that she had something to do with Tang Muyang.

Although Zhou Zhou prevaricates the excuse of slipping and falling.

Arlene stood under the eye-catching red roadside sign, at the intersection of intersections, people were coming and going, and different vehicles flashed in front of her, among which the white vehicles were the most.

"Arlene."

Finally, the sound of footsteps behind him stopped abruptly with this gentle call.

Arlene turned around, and Tang Muyang stood straight behind her. Although she was wearing an ordinary uniform, it always looked so different when it hung on her body.

She is so beautiful.

Tang Muyang raised her arms, put them behind her head, and tore off the ponytail tied behind her head. The long hair hung behind her head for a moment, like a black waterfall.

She shook her hair and sorted it out simply: "Nie Chuan just let me out just now, so I came a little late. Arlene has been waiting for a long time, right?"

"No." Arlene lowered her eyes, avoiding her eyes.

Will be attracted by her eyes, and the whole person will be convinced of her smile.

Until the sudden dizziness after drinking that glass of red wine.

Those eyes are her courage to face the pain, and also the source of her falling into darkness.

From that night on, everything seemed to be a train that got out of control, running uncontrollably and madly towards the wilderness that was far away from the correct track.

"Now Arlene, have you found Ji Shui?" Tang Muyang asked as he walked.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she added: "It's your mother."

I don't think it's a good idea to call her by her first name.

"I've seen it." Arlene still lowered her head, looking at the ever-changing bricks and tiles under her feet.

"Where's Jiangman? Has Arlene seen Jiangman too?"

Tang Muyang looked at Arlene's side face with a smile: "It turns out that so many things happened during my absence."

After a few years of separation, her smile, her voice, nothing has changed.

Arlene frowned involuntarily.

Tang Muyang was always quietly by Arlene's side. Arlene didn't speak, and she didn't speak, with a faint smile on her face, sitting quietly beside her sofa, watching her messing about in her notebook. picture.

People come and go in late spring, everyone seems to like Tang Muyang, but they don't seem to like Arlene.

This young child looks really strange.

In the beginning, the guests who came to Wanchun always liked to tease her, but unexpectedly, this kind of behavior always made Arlene angry. She beat the guests angrily, and sometimes threw things.

Always making trouble.

Gradually, those guests didn't bother to pay attention to such a strange child.

When Arlene was forgotten in the corner, apart from Nie Chuan and Ashin, only Tang Muyang would come to her.

Tang Muyang seemed to like everything she did.

"Aline writes beautifully."

"Aline's hands are also pretty."

"Aline is so beautiful when she plays the guitar."

"Aline looks good when she smiles, and she looks good when she's not smiling."

A sentence of sincere praise, piled up in thousands, built a high mountain, and Arlene sat on the top of the mountain, wearing a crown bestowed by Tang Muyang on her head.

But whenever Arlene walked out of late spring, left Tang Muyang's side, walked out of the gate, and walked into the outside world.

From the house called home to the school where everyone around has the same face, she doesn't like anything.

"Father Zhang Ailin, look, can you come to the school in person, this child, Ailin, fought with the boys in the class again today."

The teacher stood in front of the window, looking at several pots of flowers and plants placed on the balcony.

Arlene and another boy, both dressed in rags, with colorful school uniforms and several bloodstains on their faces, stood far away from each other, staring at each other with disgust in their eyes, neither of them would give in to the other .

"That's right, it was Zhang Ailin who made the first move."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Ailin screamed frantically: "It's not me! It's not me! It's him!"

The boy next to him showed a smug smile and looked at Zhang Ailin arrogantly.

The teacher turned around, frowned, held up the phone in one hand, and made a silent gesture to Zhang Ailin with the other, expressing great dissatisfaction with her behavior.

"You heard it wrong, there is no voice. That boy has always been very good, he has always had good grades in the class, he is also very polite, and he has a good personality. For some reason, Zhang Ailin wants to fight with him." The teacher said on the phone Zhang Yeqiu said slowly.

Even the children in the class knew that the teacher received a lot of presents from the boy's parents. No matter what kind of things happened, the teacher always stood behind the boy without any surprises.

What's more, Zhang Ailin, whom no one likes.

Arlene suddenly lifted the thermos cup on the teacher's desk and threw it in the direction of the teacher.

It hit the teacher first, and then broke to the ground.

"Zhang Ailin! What are you doing! Zhang Ailin's father! I beg you to come to school now!"

While yelling at Zhang Ailin, the teacher yelled at Zhang Yeqiu on the phone.

I have never seen such an excessive child!

With tears in her eyes again, Arlene picked up whatever she could and threw it in the direction of the teacher frantically.

"Zhang Ailin!"

"Zhang Ailin!"

"Zhang Ailin's father! Please come to school immediately!"

While dodging, the teacher yelled at Zhang Ailin, and at the same time had to take care of the parents on the other end of the phone.

Until all the books on the table fell to the ground, the teacher hung up the phone angrily, and stretched out his hands to grab Zhang Ailin's shoulders, but she dodged it nimbly, and rushed out of the office in a hurry.

The other teachers in the office all lowered their heads, pretending to be completely inaudible and completely invisible, but it left even more embarrassment for the teacher.

Feeling grievances in her heart, Arlene ran home in a hurry, she just wanted to hide in her room, lock the door, and not see or care about anyone.

When the key twitches in the keyhole, it's not just the door of your home that opens.

The smell of the woman's perfume was as disgusting as the sound of her voice coming from the room.

Another scent, another sound.

Arlene slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

The only place she could think of was Wanchun, and Tang Muyang's place.

Seeing Arlene walking in with tears, Tang Muyang quickly put down the plate in his hand and squeezed out from the crowd, ignoring the shouts of dissatisfaction from the people behind him, led Arlene to a corner where no one was around, and patted her gently shoulder, and asked:

"What's wrong? Does Arlene's face hurt?"

Such gentle words.

Such gentle palms.

"He, he called me a bastard...!" The sobs were full of grievances.

"So he should be hit, it's his fault."

Arlene was a little surprised: "You, you don't blame me...?"

"Even that teacher should be beaten, it's their fault, everything is their fault. If that teacher scolds you again, just tell me, and I'll beat her too." Tang Muyang said firmly.

Totally agree.

Stand completely with Arlene.

"I don't know where else I can go other than the places I've been with you," Tang Muyang said.

The two walked down one street after another together, with Tang Muyang walking in front, and Arlene following her steps, walking behind.

"You went to Zhou Zhou, right?" Arlene said suddenly.

Tang Muyang blurted out without hesitation: "Yes, I almost killed her."

"Are you crazy?!" Arlene grabbed Tang Muyang's shoulders, held her back, and stood face to face with her.

Tang Muyang looked at Arlene's hand holding her shoulder tightly: "If it wasn't for this, Arlene, would you reach out to touch me?"

Arlene released the force on her palm, took a step back, kept a distance from Tang Muyang, looked at her coldly, and said, "Don't hurt her."

This is a warning.

Tang Muyang was also unwilling to bow to the cover-up in Arlene's words, just as she was unwilling to get into Zhou Zhou's words. She smiled: "Otherwise, what will you do to me?"

Arlene was silent.

"I told you. If you do something that hurts others, you should hit it back. It's right." Tang Muyang took two steps forward, with sadness in his eyes.

She raised her arms to show the height of the two of them: "Look, Arlene is already taller than me."

She paused in the sentence, and then said, "I'm no longer needed."

Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky.

It's going to rain.

Arlene caught a glimpse of Tang Muyang's empty hand, hesitated for a long time, and put the umbrella in her hand: "I promised you today only because of Zhou Zhou, I already know, please don't do anything to Zhou Zhou in the future." .

It's going to rain, let's go back, I will never go to Wanchun again, and we will never see each other again. "

Tang Muyang listened to her words with tears in his eyes, his hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly.

Such an Arlene, such a kind and warm Arlene, all because of herself, ruined such a good Arlene.

Nie Chuan drove her out, arranged for her to live in another city, and carefully inquired about Arlene from Nie Chuan.

Arlene's life is a mess.

Every day and every minute in the past few years, she has always missed Arlene, endured the torture of guilt, and repented every day.

But when she saw Arlene, she knew in her heart that she still wanted to possess the person in front of her, and if she had another chance to do it again, she would definitely do it again.

Forget it.

Willing to use my body as a boat to completely cross her to the other side of the river.

Tiny raindrops fell, and no one knew how heavy the rain would be.

"Walk with me for the last part of the journey, just the last bit, is that okay, Arlene?"

Arlene struggled violently in her heart. For some reason, her stomach retched instinctively, not because she was facing Tang Muyang, but because she was facing this unlucky fate.

Why every time I thought I was about to struggle out of the darkness, I always saw even darker darkness.

What pained her was how easily she forgot what they had done to her.

When they stood in front of her, looking at their faces, all the beautiful pictures in the past were repainted and vividly displayed in front of her eyes.

Never hate it.

"Okay. When I get to the end of the road, I'll go." The string of reason was stretched straight.

Arlene deliberately avoided the umbrella held up by Tang Muyang, preferring to get wet in the rain and get her shoulders wet.

She was afraid that the inadvertent gesture would be taken as a signal of forgiveness by her.

There was a rhythmic knocking sound from the green belt beside the road. Tang Muyang heard the prestige and looked over. A figure in a blue-gray coarse cloth waved a pickaxe and hammered the ground under his feet.

"Uncle?!" Tang Muyang stepped forward involuntarily and shouted.

The man turned around and looked at her with a confused face: "Girl, who are you?"

I saw that strange face.

Forget that even my uncle has passed away.

Tang Muyang came back to his senses: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake."

The old man waved his hands again and again: "It's all right."

"It's raining, why do we need to plant trees?"

The old man wiped the sweat from his head, together with the mixed rainwater: "It's been raining these days, there's nothing I can do about it, the higher-ups have tasks to do. It doesn't matter, I still have two trees, and I'll finish planting them. I want to rain It's too old, girl, go back first."

Tang Muyang caught a glimpse of the two small trees at the old man's feet, turned around and smiled at Arlene: "Let's go here."

Arlene understood what Tang Muyang meant.

She is going to plant him.

"I'll come too."

Tang Muyang smiled, not surprised by Arlene's answer.Arlene has always been that way.

She picked a small sapling, which was not very strong, and left the other strong one for Arlene.

Arlene put away the umbrella and hugged the tree.She was very happy to see it.

"It can be planted here." The old man turned around twice, stamped his feet, and explored the ground under his feet.

While listening, Tang Muyang has already started to roll up his cuffs, ready to start fucking.

"Skirts are inconvenient." Arlene reminded.

"It's okay. It's the last time." Tang Muyang waved the shovel.

Arlene chose a place. She was going to plant next to Arlene, but was stopped by the old man: "The density is too great."

So she chose a place close to Arlene's sapling and planted her sapling.

She is really planting seriously.Digging holes, planting trees, burying soil, and planting them all are all handled by her alone.Don't allow others to interfere.The lace of the skirt on her shoulders was torn, and it was torn apart and hung down on her chest. The inadvertent accident seemed like a deliberate decoration.

The rain in the sky stopped quietly.

Drenched in sweat, the two of them took two steps back, appreciating the masterpiece they had put in their hard work.

The two trees stood upright, not far from each other, growing separately.

"Choose a name." Tang Muyang said.

Arlene didn't speak.

Tang Muyang pointed to two trees with both hands, and said, "This one is called Xiaolin, and this one is called Xiaoning."

Tang Muning, her original name.

Arlene was startled when she heard this word.

After all, she still hated the name "Tang Muyang".

Tang Muyang looked at the distance between the two trees, compared them with his fingers, cut his thumb and index finger into a section, and approached Arlene: "The difference between them is just this long."

Arlene found it funny, and stretched out her hand to draw the distance she measured, and compared it to the middle of the two small trees.

Compared with the actual distance, the distance she measured was too close.

It's kind of cute to be naive.

"I hope Xiao Lin and Xiao Ning can grow well in the future.

The human Xiaolin and Xiaoning cannot grow together, but I hope the tree Xiaolin and Xiaoning can grow up together and become the two strongest trees.The roots are entangled together, and the branches are connected into a dense piece.Supporting each other, we are not afraid of strong wind and heavy rain. "

it is good.

Arlene murmured silently in her heart.

"This is what Nie Chuan told me. It's called a parallel world. One thing, in a different world, will have a different ending."

Arlene listened quietly to her narration.

"Sounds so romantic. We will grow old together in another time and space.

There, you will love me very much, you will give me whatever is delicious, and you will share with me what is fun.

We spend spring, summer, autumn and winter together, and experience the wind and the sun together.

You will hold my hand when crossing the street.

you'll hold me to sleep,

Maybe sometimes you snore.

you'll look into my eyes,

kiss my forehead,

say to me:

I love you.

Like I told you.

Love me as my life. "

"Please tell me, will you love me in the parallel world?"

Tang Muyang turned around.She was full of sadness.

After only staying for a moment, she lowered her head, as if muttering to herself: "Forget it. You don't love me in this time and space."

Tang Muyang was finally willing to state this fact clearly.

Maybe she knew all along.

It's just that in her world full of fairy tales, where even a piece of dust is a flower, there is no darkness, and she doesn't believe in darkness.Just blindly glowing and heating.Fairytale temperature.

She shouldn't live in this vulgar and foul air.

Here, the hairy insects longing for light will look at the light where she is, ready to move.Waiting for an opportunity to nibble at her in the dark.

She was contaminated, haunted, lodged, rooted by the stench.

Become the light that brings darkness.

"Let's go." She smiled.

At the end of the road is connected to a bridge, along the bridge to the east, you can see the late spring.

The water below the bridge is uneven.

Tang Muning's tears suddenly rolled down like broken beads.

Her body leaned against Arlene, and then shrank back as if she had taken care of something.

"Can I hug you again? Go away after hugging you, without turning back."

"it is good."

Arlene agreed.

She crawled into Arlene's arms like a kitten, and wept on her shoulder in aggrieved manner.

But it was cold all over.

No taste of its own either.

The smell on the hair was that of Nie Chuan.

"I love you so much," she whispered in Arlene's ear.

Arlene remained silent, no matter how many words she said, she was just at a loss.

She hoped that the poor man in front of her could live a good life.

Live in this world openly and honestly.

Tang Muning pushed Arlene away and straightened the clothes on Arlene's shoulders. Where she lay down, it was like tearing off her marks for Arlene.

"Let's go," she said.

"Be safe." Arlene didn't know what to say to her.Everything seemed so insignificant.

She laughed through her tears: "You have to remember, my name is Tang Muning. Not Tang Muyang."

He waved to Arlene.

Arlene took a step back, two steps, getting further and further away.

Tang Muning stood where he was, with a smile on his face, watching me leave.

A turn around.

Arlene knew she had to move on.

But I was a little uneasy.

at last.

A plop.

The sound of heavy objects falling into the water.

Arlene turned around in a hurry.

Tang Muning's coat fell to the ground.She was nowhere to be seen.

There were two or three people discussing around, and they pointed to the water.

That looming red.Swing a circle of vortexes.

Arlene jumped down desperately, the biting coolness filled her arms, it wasn't cold, it was pain.

She swam to the sinking red with all her strength.

There is only one thought.

to save her.

Get her ashore.

The sparkling water blurred Arlene's vision, and the red ball got farther and farther away from her.

She suffocated her energy and dived even harder, the bubbles rising from the water rubbed against her ears and exploded.

Finally grabbed a corner of the dress.

She pulled against the waves.

Getting closer.

It was almost time to see Tang Muning's face clearly.

Arlene ignited endless hopes, just like chasing Ji Shui, Zhang Yeqiu, Jiangman, and Tang Muning thousands of times.

As long as there is a little bit of hope, the whole body will melt a little bit, and only know to move forward.

The light that pierces the darkness.

Dawn is coming.

Arlene tightly grasped Tang Muning's arm, and dragged her upwards from the water with all her strength.

Exhausted and struggling.

No matter what, as long as you struggle, there is hope.

can touch the shore.

can go ashore.

can survive.

The moment she landed on the shore, Arlene resisted the pain in her chest and hurriedly went to check on Tang Muyang first.

She choked on the water and coughed hard.

Great.

Great.

Emotions exploded in an instant.

All the pain accumulated over the past ten years exploded at this moment.

Tears fell from Arlene's eyes one after another, flowing wantonly across her face like streams dotted with stars.

Finally got rid of that pain.

That helpless paleness.