I Love My Sweet Neighbor

When yun zhuran touched the cold skin, tears welled up all of a sudden. Early really left, really left. How should Yun Zhuran live the rest of his life, and why.

All these questions flashed through Yun Zhuran's mind.

Early was very obedient, as if he was still smiling, as if he had just fallen asleep.

Yun Zhuran was not a fragile woman, but because of this, Yan Yiyang felt uncomfortable for yun zhuran.

The visiting time of the family members was limited, so Yun Zhuran and Yan Yiyang came out very quickly. The moment Yun Zhuran came out, he could not hold on any longer.

"Yun Zhuran." Yan Yiyang quickly caught Yun Zhuran's body.

After Mu Qingtian had packed everything, he looked outside. It was sunset. Now, he didn't know where Yun Zhuran was, and he didn't know if Yun Zhuran and Early were doing well.

Mu Qingtian never expected things to turn out like this, as if from the beginning, things had not gone in the direction that mu Qingtian had planned.

After that, will everything go back to where he changed back?

Mu Qingtian did not know that there was really nothing she could do about this. Now, Mu Qingtian had to accept fate. Perhaps her wandering life would last for months, years, or even a lifetime. It would not mean the end until she found Yun Zhuran.

Mu Qingtian did not know what to do, but this matter, he must do it. Originally, Mu Qingtian could rely on his relationship and financial resources to find Yun Zhuran's current position, but after thinking about it, he gave up this way. In fact, Mu Qingtian also wanted to see what kind of answer the heavens would give him.

"Professor, I'm going out." Mu Qingtian said goodbye to the professor and left.

Autumn in england is especially cold. Mu Qingtian tightened his clothes, the roadside was full of tall french parasol trees. It was a good place for lovers to date, and there were indeed many young people sitting on benches by the road at this time, as if they were just in their own world, not concerned about the things around them, not caring about the eyes of others.

Compared to these rich countries, the relationship between Mu Qingtian and Yun Zhuran seemed to have always been disciplined and devoid of passion.

Every time he compared other people's feelings, Mu Qingtian felt that he really did not do well for Yun Zhuran. Many things, he did not do, many things he did not do well.

It was autumn, and the leaves of the sycamore tree had turned yellow, but it was not late autumn yet, and the leaves on the tree did not fall. The whole street turned golden. It was a beautiful picture. Mu Qingtian stood in this picture and felt really lonely. He saw a beautiful scene, but the person you wanted to share had already left.

Mu Qingtian walked slowly. The weather in london was always gloomy. When Mu Qingtian went to school, he didn't like this place very much. He also said that if he had the chance, he would never want to come to this place again, but he came back in the end.

Although Mu Qingtian did not know how long he would stay in this place, he felt that the place he was standing now might be where Yun Zhuran had gone before, or where he would come after, so that Mu Qingtian felt very happy.

"I'm back." The professor saw that Mu Qingtian had bought a lot of things. He didn't read them carefully and continued to read his book. Yan Xingzhi didn't look up at all.

Originally, Professor Old wanted Mu Qingtian to live here, but he just felt that it was more convenient for Mu Qingtian to live here. He didn't want to invade his life. Although he was an old man, he was a university professor after all, and he was also influenced by foreign culture, so he didn't want to participate too much in Mu Qingtian's personal matters.

Let the young people solve their own problems.

Mu Qingtian went upstairs and bought his own wine as a celebration of his departure from his former self, and as a indulgence.

Mu Qingtian was surprised that the professor would ask him about this, but nothing like this happened. Fortunately, they didn't say anything, so Mu Qingtian was somewhat comforted.

It's been a long time since I had a drink. Originally, Mu Qingtian planned to quit drinking, plan for her life, plan for her future, do what she should and shouldn't do, and should be in the plan. But today, Mu Qingtian admitted that she had received a little excitement outside.

It was the first day he left and the first day of his new life.

Looking at the young people on the street, Mu Qingtian's longing for Yun Zhuran became even stronger. It was the person he had always loved.

Perhaps at this time, Yun Zhuran and Early were not far away from them, and they hoped that they were all good.

Mu Qingtian poured himself a glass of wine and gulped it down.

During the last period of his stay in the country, Mu Qingtian locked himself in his room all day long and brought back all the books in the old house, which Yun Zhuran had always liked to read. In fact, Mu Qingtian was not very interested in these things and did not like them very much, but this was also the way he finally got to know Yun Zhuran.

The book had yun zhuran's inscription and many places thanked him for his new one.

"Good love doesn't exist."

"Dead love will never come back to life."

"Let them die."

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These were all written by Yun Zhuran in the book. At that time, Mu Qingtian had just felt something was wrong with Yun Zhuran. It turned out that something was wrong for a long time, but he didn't know anything about it. Mu Qingtian didn't expect that he would know something like this.

Yun Zhuran gave himself the feeling that everything could be endured, that she was a very gentle woman, and that she had a vibrant aura on her body, but never thought that Yun Zhuran would never tell himself about these dark things, only that she was hiding in her heart, that she was so unqualified.

Mu Qingtian read the book.

Yun Zhuran always liked to read novels. Mu Qingtian always knew about this, but Mu Qingtian didn't know that Yun Zhuran had been reading such abnormal love stories.

Only then did Mu Qingtian realize how much pressure she had put on Yun Zhuran.

Mu Qingtian could not bear to see it any longer. How did Yun Zhuran write these words and how did Yun Zhuran spend the time when he lost his memory?