Crossing Worlds Provocation

And the place he was looking for was a street with cheap snacks downstairs. The corners of the downstairs were barbecued all the year round, and the black smoke from the fire burned the walls black.

Dense electric wires are wound around telephone poles and pass under the air conditioner outside the building.

In addition to barbecue, small octopus balls, soup dumplings, grilled squid on iron plate, spicy duck and so on, there is a bustling crowd every day after school.

The reason why he chooses such a place is that it is close to the school and convenient for eating and drinking, and the most important thing is that it can "cover the eyes and ears."

He was originally a student, and it is not surprising to live here, and no one would even notice him.

He can do whatever he wants here and has his own privacy. Although the conditions are average, he is content.

During this period of time in Beijing, he was busy until late every day, but when it was late at night, he would sit on a chair, put down the drawings full of formulas, and looked out the window.

I don't know how long this look has been, and I don't know what he is thinking.

It snowed at night.

In the alleys of the snack street, a few light bulbs were hung sporadically in several shops, glowing yellow light in this quiet snowy night.

He could see snow falling from the chair in the room, and the heavy snow of goose feathers fluttered like a butterfly with wings spread.

He seemed to see God, and suddenly he was in a daze. It seemed that a figure appeared in the white snowy night. Her smile was gentle and quiet, and her figure was graceful. It would not be too much to describe all the beautiful words on her.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, a figure was lying on the wood-colored table, slightly opening his dim eyes and about to get up from the table, but the posture of sleeping on his stomach all night made his neck sore and stiff. .

He condensed his eyebrows while squeezing the back of his neck to move his neck, while getting up, put down the pen in his hand.

Yes, put down the pen in your hand.

I saw that the drawing he had pressed under him before was no longer a formula, but a beautiful woman.

Long hair fluttering, noble temperament, clear eyebrows, soft appearance, one frown and another make a heartbeat.

Wen Yu mounted the picture frame on the side of the person who had been drawn at night, but there is something unique about the picture on this frame, that is--

Woman's earrings

An earring was painted on one of the woman's ears. The beautiful and bright white gold earrings, even if they were painted, looked extremely realistic.

However, only one ear was drawn, and the other ear was empty.

But soon, he took out a small sealed bag from the drawer, and took out an ear stud from the inside, and the root of this ear was exactly the same as the stud on the drawing!

This earring was the one that Jack used to fall down in the car when she was getting along with Ruan Yiyi, and he picked it up and kept it secretly.

It's just that Jack no longer exists, and the rest is just him.

After a while, he took out the glue and stuck the ear stud on the painting.

In an instant it added a lot of color to her, and the people in the painting seemed to be more vivid.

Although he is an adult, Wen Yu, who is full of youthfulness, sat in a chair and looked at for a long time, gently stroking the master painter, and finally got up and went to bed with satisfaction.

It's just that he missed like a tide, and the moment he lay on the bed was like sinking into the sea.

The surging tide swallowed him again and again.

A few hours later, Beijing.

A plane from Hong Kong arrived at the Capital Airport early in the morning.

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