Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

Looking at her small garden, Wu Qingluo was filled with emotion. The wooden bench seemed to accompany her whole childhood. The days when she sat on the bench and looked at the stars could not be counted. She didn't know how many days had passed. She just found that it was not enough to count the number, and the light and shadow were fleeting, Maybe time can never be grasped by hand, just like the old time, always inadvertently in the gap between the fingers suddenly lost. Sometimes, holding too tightly, but also let the sand in the hands of the faster loss, there is always a kind of counterproductive feeling.

The nearby * * tree grew really luxuriant. It seemed that it grew much higher than when I was a child. To be honest, I noticed it when I was a child. Later, Wu Qingluo didn't pay much attention to it. Now, Wu Qingluo is sitting quietly in the courtyard. There is an evening wind blowing in her heart. She is cool and smart. At this moment, Wu Qingluo's heart is quiet, as if there is no trace of thoughts, but to return to the town, thinking about the beauty of the town, small bridge, flowing water, family, every household is like this, with the old red lanterns hanging with fading colors, as if there is a kind of old feeling, but also a sense of retro.

Just a few days, a few days back in the small town, and getting along with his parents, make Wu Qingluo feel as if his world has been isolated from the world, as if living in this paradise. The morning air is especially fresh, as if the haze in other cities is very different. This is the good of small cities, the good of small towns, everything is slow, It seems that even time is so subtle that it always makes people feel like they are about to stop. There is no need to go faster than others. There is no need to be in a hurry, so that everyone needs to go to the destination. It is a pity to ignore how many beautiful sceneries are ignored in this beautiful process. Even if they are, they can't enjoy themselves, It's a lost beauty. Wu Qingluo, who has been practicing for several days, always feels that the whole person is different. It seems that the things he cares about and the things he doesn't care about have been mixed together in recent days. It seems that he doesn't know what will happen. He just wants to spend these days quietly in this small town. Don't think about anything and recall the past, When I recall my childhood, when I was free, I strolled around the streets, and when I was on holidays, there were quite a lot of tourists in the small town, which seemed very novel. It was really rare that there could be such a quiet small town around a big city like Nanze. It's just that the entry of outsiders has always brought uneasy disturbance to the town.

The houses on the street have been demolished and rebuilt, and the decoration is not a retro route. They all have a little fresh feeling, as if they were designed to meet the tourists of literature and art. They also sell postcards on the street, 2 yuan each. The business is very prosperous.

Wu Qing's house is in the back alley, so it's not so busy. It seems to be much quieter. There are many rooms on the street, which have become popular hotels. Wu Qingluo doesn't like this feeling. It seems that the arrival of these people has disturbed the original peace of the town. Maybe many people come to seek peace, but they disturb the aborigines with their own noise.

Most of the time, people are concerned about business opportunities, but not the original ecology. In the end, many of the original ecology things will become commercial things, but the town where Wu Qingluo lives is good.

In recent years, Xitang and Lijiang, these famous ancient towns, have become commercial blocks. It seems that people go there to find a love affair. When a single woman goes there, she seems to be able to find a single young talent. In fact, it's not. It's just a kind of abnormal mentality. If she resigns for a long journey, it's just the south of the clouds, It really makes people feel that they have lost the fight.

It's never like this to seek peace and quiet. If you are surrounded by this crowd, hanging SLRs, carrying backpacks, and serving in assault suits, you can be a person of literature and art. This is totally pseudo literature and art. Literature and art and quiet are not the same thing. Do as the Romans do, and you should not bring the bar culture into an original ancient town.

Over the past few days, Wu Qingluo feels like a chicken soup in her heart. She feels that she has almost recovered, and it's time to go back to face it. However, she also takes this opportunity to go home with her parents for a few days. Although it's a few days, it's a great comfort for her father and mother. Her daughter can remember to go home and have a look, It has to be something to appreciate. It's a pity that Wu Qingluo didn't take Lin Minjia home with her. There is also their marriage. Before she left, Wu Qingluo's mother told her again and again.

"Honey, let's get married now. It can't be delayed any longer. The girl is old, but it's not good. Besides, you two have a baby after getting married. The old woman is not good for her children either. My mother doesn't urge you, but only for your sake. Boys don't matter, but you're a girl in our family, I can't wait. "

Wu Qingluo's mother's eyes are full of concern, always for his daughter has a trace of uneasiness, this may be the mentality of parents, raising a child 100 years old, worry about 99, perhaps all like this, for their children, parents are always rare to relax, it is not enough to worry about.

"I know, mom, don't worry about it. I know that your mind is with me."

Wu Qingluo drags his suitcase with one hand and knocks on his heart with the other, as if to reassure his mother, while his father doesn't say anything on one side, as if he is not willing to give up.

Looking at Wu Qingluo's back, walking across a long bridge in front of him, Wu Qingluo's father was also quietly weeping. He gently tucked up his sleeves and wiped a handful of tears. Standing in the wind silently, he seemed to be a statue.

Maybe father's love is always great, so great that it doesn't need to be expressed in words at all, what it needs is just a thick palm behind it, which will stretch out silently when it's hard. Such deep father's love is always introverted, what it needs is not the feeling of being bold and unrestrained, but to be able to rely on itself like a mountain.

Zheng Zeyu's body is almost recovered at last, and he doesn't want to delay some things because of his body. Therefore, Zheng Zeyu insisted on the rehearsal of the concert. The final concert in Nanze city was held as scheduled. Zheng Zeyu really doesn't want to bring trouble to the company. He knows that he can't attend the concert on time, It must be Mr. Cheng.

In the rehearsal room, Zheng Zeyu is the only one left. All the other partners have finished their work. Only Zheng Zeyu, who keeps improving, is still rehearsing his last move there.

"Brother Yu, have dinner."

Alice came in with her lunch box. It was like an alarm clock to the time. Because last time, Alice knew about Zheng Zeyu's cholecystitis. She didn't know about it at all. After all, she just started to cooperate and didn't have much time. It must be noticed in her future work, so she ate on time, It's something Emily needs to remind Zheng Zeyu to do. After all, the biggest thing is to have a good meal and take medicine. It's not easy for her body to recover. Of course, it's time to take medicine. Otherwise, it will relapse again. I really don't know if Zheng Zeyu will be able to do it again.

"Emily, you are a real personal alarm clock."

Zheng Zeyu also saw that Emily was nervous. He seemed to understand why Emily was nervous. He was scared by her sudden coma last time. He felt a little sorry.

"Well, after dinner, I have to take medicine. Brother Yu, I must take good care of you this time. You can't be my assistant, can you?" This Emily is never big or small in front of Zheng Zeyu, but Zheng Zeyu doesn't mind at all. It seems that when she looks at Emily's youth, she doesn't feel old at all. It seems that she is as big as Emily. Zheng Zeyu is very happy that Emily can bring laughter to her. All the time, Zheng Zeyu treats Emily as her own sister, as if she were her own.

I don't know why? When Zheng Zeyu saw Emily, he had a kind of cordial feeling. He really felt a little strange. Only fate can explain it.

Emily also likes Zheng Zeyu very much. Maybe it's because she is too young. Emily can't tell what kind of feeling it is. But all she can say is that she has a good feeling, a deep feeling. She also longs to be nice to Zheng Zeyu, as if there is a huge magnetic field on Zheng Zeyu's body, constantly attracting herself, Emily thinks, Maybe it's a kind of star effect. Zheng Zeyu is very popular. He is a big star.

Emily shakes her head, as if to throw her ridiculous idea out of her head. The relationship between herself and Zheng Zeyu only stays at the level of employer and employee. All this is just like this, there is no other relationship.

After a good meal, Zheng Zeyu has to have a rest for a while. After all, she can't do strenuous exercise immediately. She needs to take medicine for a while. After Emily gets rid of the meal, she brings boiling water and medicine.

In the rest room, Zheng Zeyu was recalling the dance moves of today's Professor, as if he wanted to write them down.

"Brother Yu, take the medicine."

Emily handed the medicine box and boiled water, then wanted to turn around and leave.

"Emily, what's the matter with you? I always think you're avoiding me recently."

Zheng Zeyu's feeling is right. Recently, Emily always wants to avoid being alone with Zheng Zeyu, as if she is really avoiding something.

"Why? Yuge, you think too much. "

Although Emily pleaded, she felt as if she had been exposed. There was a trembling feeling in her heart, but such a feeling could only be hidden in her heart and could not say anything.

"And what are you in a hurry to leave? It's noon, and there's nothing to do. Don't you have a rest? " Zheng Zeyu still insists on his own idea. He always thinks that something is wrong with Emily recently. He has a strange feeling, but he can't say it.

"I haven't finished your dress yet, so I want to see it."

Emily finally remembered that she should find an excuse. Fortunately, there was such a thing. Otherwise, when Zheng Zeyu asked, she really couldn't answer. It was embarrassing.

"Brother Yu, I'll come right away. Finish the medicine first."

With that, Emily really turned around and left. After walking out of the line dance room for a long time, Emily was relieved. She didn't know what was wrong with her. When she saw Zheng Zeyu recently, her heart thumped. It was terrible. She was afraid that she would have such a feeling. Although Emily always told herself that it was not love, it must not be love, but there were some things and feelings that she could not cheat herself.

"Well, you can do it first."

Zheng Zeyu understands that it seems that he doesn't know much about his children's thoughts. Maybe he thinks too much, doesn't he? When Zheng Zeyu looked up, it turned out that Emily had already left, and she didn't hear her words at all. Zheng Zeyu doesn't want to think about it any more. It's really important for his own concert.

Emily is always in a trance when she does things. Maybe it's because of Zheng Zeyu's words. In fact, Emily really doesn't know how to face Zheng Zeyu next. Maybe it's because the little sapling in her heart is growing, or... Anyway, she doesn't understand.

When Wu Qingluo returned to Nanze, he seemed to be calm. Maybe he didn't have to worry about a lot of things, just let it go. His parents were nervous about their marriage, but these things were not up to him alone. Marriage was a matter for two people. Since Lin Minjia bought the ring, he didn't give it to himself, So it shows that he is still hesitating, he is still hesitating, this relationship, has not come to the time to enter the wedding hall, so all this should go on naturally, Wu Qingluo does not want to urge, do not want to push, because forced, is never happy, and his ten-year journey, perhaps just a dream.

But Wu Qingluo still wants to confirm whether LAN has ever existed. It's only ten years. Wu Qingluo thinks that people who exist will not disappear out of thin air. How long can they last for ten years?