"She has something to do and may have to arrive later." Xie Xun bent down, looked level with grandma, and said with a smile.

Grandma squinted her eyes, which could not see clearly, and sighed: "Just wait a little longer, we will wait."

"Yes, I will."

The old people in the town still remembered him, greeted him warmly, and asked why Meng Tangan was not here.

Xie Xun patiently said over and over again that she might have to come later.

The town is the same as it was three years ago, when they were very much in love. It was also the season of midsummer and August. They walked through every alley and caught the tail of the sunset.

Xie Xun vaguely felt the autumn wind. After all, it was almost the season for them to meet again. Will they meet again this time?

The sky in the distance was light gray. He was walking on the bluestone slabs in the rain without an umbrella. He was extremely familiar with the streets and alleys and walked back along the same footsteps.

There was an emptiness in his heart, as if there was something missing that he couldn't figure out or explain. It was like there were hands strangling his neck for three years and never letting him go. Those hands didn't want him to die, but only made him gasp.

Not breathable, long and suffocating.

——"Really? Let's go to Jiangnan?"

——"It happens to be the season for picking lotus pods, and the osmanthus wine from Jiangnan is also good."

——"I love you, love you so much!"

——"In Tang An's heart, Xu Beihou will always be my king."

I was so unhappy when I brought her to Jiangnan.

He suddenly missed her uncontrollably, missed her so much.

My heart hurts to the point of cramping.

Once the emotion of lovesickness emerges, it can no longer be restrained, and the momentum of a prairie fire rises like crazy!

Xie Xun's eyes were slightly red, but he was smiling. He kept walking, stepping over puddles, and the rain splashed everywhere, blurring his expression.

I really miss that time when they were listening to the rain together in the attic. The lingering breath of last night remained on her body. She leaned out to catch the rain, and he looked at her profile.

All of this, just thinking of her name, happened over and over again in my heart, from the coldness and alienation when they first met to the night when she drowned.

Xie Xun has always felt that he has seen through the tricks and will not be trapped by love, but until now, he is still guessing whether she has ever loved him.

Maybe he was in love, but it was too short-lived. After she left, his heart has been empty, just like thinking about the summer that can never go back on a snowy winter night.

Die in the past, when she loved him most.

"We agreed that we would come here when the Chang'an incident is settled...why did I get left alone again?"

Xie Xun looked at the azure sky in the distance, laughing at himself and choking.

He always wondered whether she would suddenly remember him at some point in the past three years, and whether she would miss the year they were together, even if it was just for a second, and his heart would tremble.

In fact, Xie Xun knows everything.

No.

The story is over, and he is the only one who can't get out.

Who will a person like her fall in love with in the future? And who will she spend her whole life with?

She wants to meet someone better than him, listen to her every thought, and spend her life with her year after year.

Then after the rain gradually stops, forget about him.

This rain falls in my heart and no one knows it.

The patter of rain knocked off the white petals and fell into the stagnant water. The children ran past and accidentally bumped into Xie Xun!

"Be careful." He helped the child up and warned.

"Brother, your hands are so cold." The little boy stared at him with black grape-like eyes and said in a milky voice, "Mom told me that if you wear too few clothes, you will get sick."

"You have to listen to your mother." Xie Xun squatted down, rubbed his head with picturesque eyebrows, "Go ahead."

The little boy ran away and turned back several times to look at the slender figure in the rain curtain.

In the town, the old man sat under the eaves and chatted, while the young girl held an oil-paper umbrella and blushed silently.

And he comes and goes alone.

Xie Xun was fascinated by the sound of nursery rhymes singing in the south of the Yangtze River. He hummed the ballad she sang to him that year in his throat, which made his ears full of affection.

The sound floated far away, and the white butterfly stopped on the wall and flapped its wings gently.

Just like that year, the butterfly was perched on the woman's white dress.

When the rain hit the flowers, he stretched out his hand and caught a broken petal.

Like this, flowers and plants are carefree, life and death follow people's wishes, and it is miserable and miserable that no one cares about it.

She trapped him for many years.

He settled down in the old attic again, planning to stay in the town for a while.

Everyone in the town knew that the nobleman living in the attic had someone in his heart and had been waiting for her to come home.

September came in a blink of an eye, and the tenth day of the lunar month was the day they met.

Xie Xun was wearing a black suit, his back was caught in the light and shadow, and he was walking lazily and aimlessly on the long street, passing through the crowd. The hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him. He was far away from the bustling city, looking at every smiling face.

"Today is the 1096th day since we were separated." He smiled, as if talking to someone, but also to himself, "Tangtang, the town has not changed much. It is still the same as before. Everyone misses you... Li

Ji's peach blossom cakes are still on sale. I have tried them and they taste the same as before, no change."

"You must try it if you have the chance. You liked the food very much at that time, but eating too much was not good, so I didn't let you eat more. By the way, there is also..."

I keep thinking about it, but there is no response.

Maybe God is also helping her leave him.

Very good.

The sunshine in September is a bit dazzling, shining brightly, as if the tiles are shining. The folk customs of the small town are simple, chattering in twos and threes, and the shouts of vendors.

"Osmanthus wine, osmanthus wine!"

When Xie Xun passed by the wine stall, he stopped, picked up the jar of osmanthus wine casually, and was stunned for two seconds.

"Sir, do you want to buy some wine?" Grandpa asked, shaking his straw fan, looking up at him and squinting, "You look familiar to me."

Xie Xun turned against the light, his eyebrows were deep, and he put the osmanthus wine back again: "Maybe I have seen it before."

The old man watched him go away and exclaimed: "The sweet-scented osmanthus wine is very good. Do you really want to have two jars?"

"No."

A clear voice came from a distance, as if that young man was throwing out the money in an unruly manner. He was also the most dazzling person walking in the crowd. He was arrogant in red and didn’t know how high the sky was!

He passed by the lakeside, and there were people boating. The boatman on the awning boat was leisurely wearing a straw hat and singing Jiangnan tunes. He paused for a moment and didn't take another look.

Want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

It’s not the same after all, boy’s travel!

…

When Xie Xun returned to the attic, it was already Haishi.

In the past three years, many things have been sent to the attic one after another. They are all Meng Tangan's favorite things. No one has ever taken them away. They have been put aside until now and become old things. Some of them are no longer needed, so they are replaced with new ones.

, shipped year after year.

The frosty white moonlight shines in from the half-open window, scattering mottled patterns all over the ground.
Chapter completed!