if time doesn't run aground

West City.

Beijing seems to have changed a lot. In Luoxia's memory, it is no longer a city full of people and lively alleys.

Probably on a whim, the first thing Luo Xia did when he returned to China was to visit the Central Conservatory of Music.

The leaves are rolled up by the wind and under the shadow of the light, they are inlaid with a circle of gold.Walking along the street under the camphor, it seems like you have stepped through the traces of time.

A warm and bright classroom.

Perhaps, he who she once loved lazily exposed himself to the sun and listened to lectures.The pen in his hand kept waving, as serious as the teenager sitting behind him in high school.

A playground where red and green meet.

Perhaps, he who she loved once was sweating in this place, with a white towel hanging around his neck.The strong chest is full of the aroma of lavender washing powder, as warm as the teenager sitting behind him in high school.

Quiet and friendly dormitory.

Maybe, the one she loved once slept in the short building in front of her.The night was full, and the dense eyelids trembled slightly, I didn't know what I dreamed of, just like the teenager sitting behind me in high school, who was ignorant.

Loud and noisy canteen.

Maybe, the one she loved once squeezed through the crowd looking for his favorite food.Day after day, until the recipe can be memorized backwards, just like the teenager sitting behind me in high school who is gluttonous.

Is it possible that when I walk step by step through the place where you used to live, I can meet you again, Wang Yuan.

Stepping out of the university campus in crimson high heels, Luo Xia helped his drowsy head and waved to the oncoming taxi.

The car stopped in front of him, and the tires rubbed against the asphalt road making a squeaky sound.Luo Xia frowned and opened the car door, but heard a voice behind her, a voice that made her miss and dread.

"You really came here."

Luo Xia's movements froze like an electric shock.She didn't dare to turn her head, she was afraid that the person she saw when she turned her head was not him.

"Master, I'm sorry, you can go first." He greeted the car apologetically.

The car sped away, leaving behind black smoke all the way, like an expression of complaint.Luo Xia's outstretched hands retracted into the cuffs, and he lowered his head blankly, still looking at his toes.

Tiptoes in high heels.

"Talk." He put it in his pocket, as if he had expected her to come.

"I'm sorry." Luo Xia's knuckles turned white from being clenched.

"Heh, didn't you realize that everything was reversed after knowing the truth? It's your turn to apologize to me?"

Luo Xia raised her head, tears blurred her vision, and made the boy's pretty face smeared with sadness.

"Wang Yuan..."

"Ok?"

Wang Yuan, five years.

Life is a circle, going round and round will eventually return to the original point.

Her tears fell, and he sat opposite her, at a loss.

Just like five years ago when he hugged and cried her, he was at a loss.

If you were given a chance to turn back time, would this still happen?

Unfortunately, there is no such opportunity.

The cafe was dimly lit as usual, and they sat in a corner so they wouldn't be seen.

After serving a lot of snacks here and there, Luo Xia muttered, "Why do you want me?"

"I need a reason. A reason to leave the country without saying a word." Wang Yuan stirred the coffee in his hand with a teaspoon, without creamer and cube sugar, and drank the bitter coffee.

Luo Xia watched Wang Yuan take a sip of the thick black liquid, his brows were tightly wrinkled and did not relax.

People will change eventually, just like Wang Yuan, who hates bitterness, now drinks a cup of strong coffee to keep himself awake.

"Actually, after I got off the plane, I found out from my father that the entrance examination to the Central Conservatory of Music was ordered by the company. So I shouldn't blame you. As for going to the United States, I was tricked by my father."

She turned her head away, smiled self-deprecatingly, and spit out a stream of white gas in the air, "This should be the stupid way Dad asked us to break up."

"Luo Xia, that's not what I blame you for! It's why you never contacted me after you arrived in the United States! And you clearly knew that your father lied to you, why didn't you go back to China!" Wang Yuan was emotional, as if he was about to explode rise from the table.

"Why do you go back to China? Seeing you go to the Central Conservatory of Music and I still have nothing to do? Don't be stupid, Wang Yuan, we are not possible."

"If you don't go abroad, maybe it's still possible." Wang Yuan stroked the coffee cup with his slender fingers, and his childish face was rather cold and handsome.

"Come on." He took out an invitation card from his bag, and the red color was inserted into Luo Xia's eyes, depriving her of her remaining sanity.

The anger accumulated in her chest seemed to explode at that moment, "Am I your dog? Why do you think I have to go to your wedding!"

"...Wang Junkai's." Wang Yuan hesitated for a long time before answering slowly, his frozen expression concealed his true feelings, like a huge mystery waiting to be revealed.

Luo Xia's hand holding the hem of his clothes gradually weakened, and his body spread out on the seat as if completely relaxed.

Why she was so angry, she didn't know.

She stuffed the invitation on the table into the bottom of the satchel, froze and didn't speak.

The minute hand and the second hand tick by tick, and it is so long that it will never find the end of the stop.

"Tell me, you still love me." Wang Yuan raised his head that had been lowered all the time, looked straight at Luo Xia calmly, and the firmness in his tone was completely different from five years ago.

"It's impossible for us."

"You can fool me, but you can't fool yourself."

Time may not prove many things, but it can certainly see through many things.

For example, youth, love.