C29 (1/2)

Six years later.

24-hour private detectives around Ye Yiwen and Su Mufeng.

Finally, an exciting news was found.

On the other side of the ocean, someone called Yiwen Ye. The content was: ”I'm fine.”

It's only three words.

The phone hung up.

And that voice inspired the private detectives who had been eating lunch boxes for years.

same day.

Xie Jingchuan's private plane to London.

He once saw in Song Youran's diary that she wanted to feed pigeons in the square with him.

There are a lot of meaningless things, but enough to kill time for two people.

It sounds stupid.

But after she left.

Xie Jingchuan has been alone several times.

There are always a lot of people. When it rains, just be a little quiet. Sitting on the bench, the pigeon of relatives will stop on your shoulder.

He remembered those ”encounters” recorded by song Youran.

After a week in London.

Finally, there is such a chance.

It's five o'clock on Friday afternoon.

When Xie Jingchuan went out, the maid reminded him, ”Sir, it's going to rain soon. Don't forget to take your umbrella.”

It always rains here.

On grey days, there are few mornings awakened by the sun.

He stood in the street, imagining how she would change in the past six years.

The tide of Keren came and went, and she was never seen.

More than once, Xie Jingchuan has been searching for her.

Sometimes, I met someone with the same name as song Youran.

Sometimes, what you find is two or three.

Xie Jingchuan stood there for a long time without moving. Pigeons circled in the square, and occasionally one or two landed on his shoulder.

It's getting dark.

The crowd dispersed.

The raindrops fell quickly.

”Mommy!”

The five or six-year-old boy was dressed in a gentleman's suit, with a small face full of flesh. ”You forgot to bring an umbrella again...”

”Baby.”

The woman gently smiles, ”who is going out to linger and leave behind?”

”Ah, ah It's four words and four words again. I feel dizzy when I listen to it... ”

The little boy tightly held the woman's slender hand, and most of his body was leaning on her body. He looked playful and funny.

Xie Jingchuan looks up.

Seeing the face that often lingers in his dream, just like the appearance of six years ago, his long hair was black and bright, and it was curled up in a big roll and spread over his shoulders. His style was all kinds of.

Time treated her so well.

She left him and returned to a bright and moving appearance. Her face was not half old, but more beautiful and moving.

”Song.”

The blonde man behind her catches up and hands her an umbrella that has been opened.