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Chapter 243 Whose Memory Is Deep (1)
Zuo Cheng suddenly paused, she suddenly untied that mess, and then twisted it into another mess.

Good boy, my early Xia... Why did such a sentence pop up in my mind?It's like an instinct deep in memory.

Zuo Cheng looked at her, her eyes became clear, his shadow was reflected, and she called softly: "Zuo Cheng."

"Hmm." The man's voice was deep.

She smiled, holding the corner of her mouth numbly: "I remember."

He was silent for a while, then asked her, "What wish?"

Suddenly, he thought, maybe not everything can be promised.

"1209." She read it slowly.

Zuo Cheng's eyes sank for a moment, and after a fleeting moment, they returned to their depth, which was always unfathomable.

Pausing for a while, she gritted her teeth, and said more numbly, "That's Chu Xia's birthday, that's today."

For the first time in two years, she mentioned that name, faster than he expected, and more frightening than he expected.

This time, Zuo Cheng didn't groan, and replied quickly: "Why do you like to think wildly so much, it's just a coincidence."

coincide?Another coincidence, these two words can really be generalized.

"Zuo Cheng, I remember you told me something." After a pause, Xun Cheng's eyes looked carefully, as if she wanted to see the depths of his heart, she said, "There are too many coincidences, it's premeditated, I A little scared."

Even if it is premeditated, what exactly is it?In a few seconds, her mind turned a thousand times, and the more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.

Zuo Cheng took her into his arms and rubbed her frowning brows: "Don't be afraid, you must always remember that no matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

For a moment, Zuo Cheng thought, if only his woman was a little more stupid, wouldn't that be less frightening?But...he loved her intelligence very much.

Zuo Cheng's voice was bewitching, she calmed down, said for a while, "Zuo Cheng, let's go see Chu Xia."

He thought for a while and answered her: "OK."

She reached out and hugged him, closing her eyes.She thought, no matter what, at least she was in this man's arms at this moment, not anyone else.

After a long time, she breathed heavily, as if she was in a deep sleep, when suddenly a pair of cold eyes opened, and a frenzied black tide rolled up bit by bit.

My woman, how can I completely turn you into my own, without worrying that lies will become empty all the time?

He smiled wryly, his lips were astringent.

Zuo Cheng took her to fly away from Shanghai overnight. When they arrived at Ji's house, it was just dawn, and there was a misty drizzle over there. The gray sky, like someone's mood, was covered with some lingering haze.

The black Haojue stopped in front of Ji's house, and the people inside poked their heads out, their bright eyes were a little apprehensive.

"right here?"

"Yeah." Zuo Cheng turned to look at her, "You wait for me here first."

"Yeah." She nodded obediently, and looked inside through the car window.

Zuo Cheng pushed the door to get out of the car, seemed worried, and told through the window: "Be good, don't run around."

"Yeah." She continued to nod, looking at one place absent-mindedly.

Zuo Cheng shook his head, his eyes were deep, and he went in.

The person in the car looked outside, frowning little by little, she stretched out her hand, rubbed it again and again, her head hurt badly, she shook her head, without an umbrella, she pushed the car door and walked towards the door, her movements Mechanical like a conditioned reflex.

The further she walked in, the tighter she frowned, this place... It was as if she had dreamed about it when she was a child, and then completely forgot it when she woke up.

Going to the left, a camphor tree with long rings occupies half of the yard. In this season, there are only branches left of the camphor tree, and a few solitary leaves sway with the wind.

Suddenly there was a voice, coming from a distant place.

The girl's voice was tender and clear, like a bell blown by the wind.

"I want to be in this big camphor tree."

"it is good."

Unseen, the boy was jerky and gentle, speaking very slowly.

The girl said again: "When the flowers bloom in April and May next year, you can pick these flowers and make tea for me."

"it is good."

"I want to make a swing here. I'm holding Xiao Huang, and you push me on the swing."

The boy laughed out loud: "Okay, as long as you like it."

"Wang Wang Wang-"

That distant memory is a yellow puppy, barking fatly, with watery pupils.

whose voice is this?

The wind blows, the dead tree shakes, the woman under the tree presses her head, sweat oozes from her forehead, her ears buzz, buzzing non-stop, but those voices don't stop.

Caught off guard, the voices hidden in the old film flooded in.

"doing what?"

The girl's voice is very nice: "Ji's mother said that the words carved on the wooden chair will become clearer as time goes by. If I don't believe it, I will engrave it and have a look."

"What words were engraved?"

"Your name."

"let me see."

"No, when we grow up, let's watch together."

"it is good."

"..."

Over and over again, the voice was fragmented and indistinct, but it was too dazed to let go.

Messy voices came together, her mind was like running through a rut, numb with pain, she slammed into the lonely camphor tree heavily.

"What the hell are these?" She hugged her pale face with pain, and tears kept pattering.

memory?Is it a dream?Or hallucination?Obviously strange, but familiar.

Looking up, she was stunned, walked behind the tree, squatted down, stretched out her hand, and stroked it carefully.

Under the fingertips, there are two words, crooked, ugly fonts, like children's graffiti.

She muttered in a daze: "Qian, Cheng."

That boy, called Qian Cheng, but what about the girl?She couldn't see clearly.

Why would she know, under that tree, where the lettering was written.

There was a comeback in my head, and it was still a messy voice.

"Brother Qiancheng, brother Qiancheng."

"You slow down."

"Hurry up, you are always slow, Xiao Huang is faster than you."

"Wang Wang Wang-"

The human dog followed the little master farther and farther away, and then disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

She raised her eyes, looking for those shadows, but only the hazy rain and fog remained.

There was no swing under the tree anymore, she squatted down slowly, hugged her knees, and murmured in a daze: "Xia Chu, did you tell me?"

No one answered, the wind and rain curtain wet the hair on her forehead.

"Sorry, I don't remember."

In my memory, there was a girl who was smiling, showing two deep dimples, and said, "Sister, that's Qian Cheng, the person I like very much."

Memories are always used to forget, and then to miss. Her memories are scattered in the ends of the earth, like dandelion seeds, which cannot find their way back.

(End of this chapter)