A ray of white moonlight

Stolen time

"When the stars are sinking into the mountains, I only hope that you will look up and see the crescent moon I entrust..."

Tonight's radio station is playing the July Day song, "Cangjie".

On the way home, the usually long winding road leading to the villa became extremely short. There was no starlight at all, only a crescent moon hanging lonely above the night sky, and there were no lights in the house.

Originally, an automatic light-on device was set up, but she said: "When you usually go home, I am already at home. If I turn on the lights for you, you don't need modern technology to automatically turn on the lights, which can save a lot of electricity bills." Woolen cloth!"

It's a long sum, how long can it be?Nonsense, stingy.

Shen Ya opened the entrance door, lit the lamp in the living room, and saw that figure running towards him, with a smile as beautiful as the evening breeze: "You are back!"

He involuntarily spread his hands, but the moment the figure rushed towards him, he hugged the air, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

Shin Ya squeezed his empty palm, and turned off the light again.

It's been five days, five days, and there is no news at all. I have searched everywhere I can find, even the police station has been reported missing, and there is still no news. She seems to have evaporated from the world. Her mobile phone, passport, ID card, The bank card and even the account are at home, at least she is still in this city, but he can't see it anymore.

In the huge city A, looking for her is like looking for a needle in a haystack, she just doesn't want to see him.After all, I still don't want him.

It's just that she didn't bring any money or ID card. How did she live alone?She didn't contact anyone, not a single one, and refused to give him even a slight chance to find her. Did she really want to draw him out of her own world?

That's right, the time when he was able to have her seemed to be stolen. He should know that this day will always come, but he is still deceiving himself and telling himself that this time will be soft forever.

The windows of the kitchen on the first floor are still pasted with New Year’s window grilles, and the New Year will be in two days. The two window grilles on the top are not very nicely cut, and some corners are not neatly trimmed. Lu Yiyi Stupid girl, manual work has always been rough, just like her handwriting, and she also has procrastination.

Up to now, there is still a Christmas tree in the corner of the kitchen. It is already the Spring Festival, and I haven't taken it out yet.

Reminiscing, the lights in the kitchen came on again, along with the lights on the Christmas tree.

……

"Yiyi, I have a question for you." At the kitchen table, he saw that Lu Yiyi and He Ma were holding a window paper-cut book for [-] yuan and [-] yuan from a bookstore, and were studying which kind of flowers to cut. asked faintly.

"What's the problem?" Lu Yi didn't raise her head, and gestured with a red paper-cut and a craft knife, without any awareness of the roughness of her manual work.

Shen Ya flipped through the fund page on the tablet computer calmly, glanced at the Christmas tree in the corner, and said, "What date is it today?"

"It's January 1th, and the Chinese New Year will be in ten days." Lu Yiyi continued to wield the knife, but still muttered unconsciously, "So, Mama He and I discussed cutting the window grilles, and this is the New Year's Eve atmosphere... By the way, baby, you can write well, remember to write couplets in a few days."

"Yeah." Shen Ya nodded, looked up and continued to stare at the abrupt Christmas tree, and the Christmas lights on the second floor that can be seen from the kitchen window, all of which were made by Lu Yiyi during Christmas, but after a while Completely forget to pick up things after finishing.

However, she didn't realize it at all, and Shen Ya could not help pinching the center of her eyebrows, and asked again: "Then shall we still celebrate Christmas?"

(End of this chapter)