Wearing a mask, fall into pure love

Moon Mu Chen, bathed in the sun, is half asleep and half awake.

Half asleep and half awake, something rustling seemed to fall into her hand.

When she opened her arms and eyes, she saw the figure hidden in the green canopy.

Black trousers, white shirt, slender and straight figure, beautiful face, and a unique pair of ink smoke eyes under some messy black hair.

Is it an angel?

Vaguely, yuemuchen thought he was still dreaming.

"Why are you here?" She gave him a naive smile.

Chen Yutian's eyes moved and his body shook unconsciously. He quickly grabbed the branch with his hand and stabilized himself.

So I woke up.

Moon Mu Chen suddenly sat up from the boat.

"Why are you here?!" The same problem, the voice is eight degrees higher, and the tone is more flustered and angry.

It seems that she is finally awake

His heart filled with great loss, and then he jumped down from the branch with his hands, and fell on the grass beside the wooden boat.

Month Mu Chen was frightened by his skill and unconsciously stepped back.

The ship shook violently.

Chen Yutian quickly grabbed the edge of the boat and tried to stabilize the boat.

Moon Mu Chen fell in the boat because of inertia.

"How are you?" Chen Yutian reached out to pull her.

Month Mu Chen clapped his hand, stood up, grabbed the edge of the boat and stepped out.

Back on the ground, she immediately walked out of the lawn.

"Show me." Chen Yutian grabbed her hand and pulled her to his body.

"You let go of me!" Moon Mu Chen suddenly pushed him away.

Unexpectedly, she got rid of him easily this time.

She looked at him in a daze and was even more surprised to find that there was an obvious blush on his face.

However, at this time, she had no interest in exploring his abnormality, and just wanted to leave him as soon as possible.

"Please don't spoil my rare good mood." She said, looking into his eyes.

His tone was plain without any emotion, but he saw the determination and alienation in her eyes.

Then she turned and went on.

In the next half day, yuemuchen never found Chen Yutian's figure in her sight again. Until she took the bus back to the hotel and found him in the car, she realized that he had been following her all the time.

The good mood that finally recovered suddenly dissipated half, but she still felt a little lucky. Fortunately, her observation was poor. She didn't see him when she was in the park just now, so she enjoyed the happiness of being alone all afternoon.

It was evening when we returned to the hotel. The members of the troupe checked out because there was only one day to perform today.

Yuemuchen went straight into his room and didn't say a word to Chen Yutian.

The next morning, she checked out.

When checking out, she couldn't help asking the front desk about Chen Yutian, but was told that he checked out last night.

Unbelievable, she repeatedly confirmed with the front desk twice, even read the check-out record, and then believed that he had left.

Why did you let him go?

While shocked, there was more ecstasy.

Yuemuchen excitedly dragged her luggage to the central railway station and took the train to sans ANSI Windmill Village.

In less than half an hour, she stood on a bridge where five windmills could be seen.

It turns out that this is the location of Monet's famous painting windmill!

In the warm spring breeze, there is a green that can't be seen at a glance. Five windmills stand on the Bank of the river, folding their shadows in the sparkling water, and gradually coincide with the works of the talented painter in the impression.

Moon Mu Chen gazed at those windmills for a long time. At the moment, the leaves on the windmill didn't fan, just like the posture fixed in the pen and ink of time a hundred years ago, as if they were quietly waiting for something.

She got off the bridge and walked towards the whole green.

I came to the nearest windmill and asked an old man who was playing with children there. Only then did I know that the windmill was not open to the public.

Moon Muchen took some photos and looked up at the viewing platform on the windmill for a long time before she left bitterly.

She continued to walk inside the Windmill Village.

Just now I looked not far from the bridge, but I measured it with steps. The distance of these windmills was much farther than she thought.

Passing a small grocery store, she walked in and strolled around, bought a pair of palm sized ceramic Dutch clogs and a ceramic Dutch windmill, and went on.

I don't know whether it was because she was walking in the field or under these windmills. The wind seemed stronger than when she was standing at the head of the bridge. As she walked, she couldn't help covering her coat.

After two windmills in succession, they are not open to the outside world. Yuemuchen can't help feeling a little lost.

However, the lost mood was almost instantly cured by the beautiful scenery around.

The vertical and horizontal canals divide the whole green, and mandarin ducks can be seen swimming in them at any time. Even if they are very close to people, they are not afraid.

The sheep and horses isolated by the wooden fence will even take the initiative to approach the tourists and lean out their necks to beg for food and caress, which is nothing to fear.

Moon Mu Chen was amused by their lovely appearance and thought that only in this paradise can man and nature get along most harmoniously.

Walking, she did not care whether she had the chance to climb the windmill, but relaxed in this natural gift.

Just when she wanted to hum and jump happily, she suddenly saw the familiar figure on the long wooden chair on the roadside in front of her.

Chen Yutian sat there alone, staring at the vastness of the junction of heaven and earth, hearing the sound of footsteps, turned his head.

At the moment when their eyes intersected, there was no pretended surprise, no disgust or joy, only clarity and calm.

Yuemuchen doesn't know how Chen Yutian appeared here earlier. She doesn't want to know. She only knew that as long as he wanted to, he always had one way or another to do it, and even if she wanted to know, he wouldn't tell her.

She even began to doubt that all this happened not because of his actions, but because of coincidence.

The person who left last night didn't know her schedule, but he met again on the journey.

No coincidence? What is it?

Is it fate?

There is no escape, no escape, entanglement and difficult to explain.

Just like the eternal world, waiting for a story that will eventually happen.

Just like the windmill that has been guarding for a hundred years, waiting for the doomed meeting after a hundred years.

Waiting for her, waiting for him, waiting for the fate of all people with stories.

No wonder, there is a sense of familiarity that I haven't seen for a long time. There is a sadness about time that I can't explain clearly.

Didn't her and his story also begin with the windmill?

Suddenly, it was like a dream. The past reappeared in front of us again, dense eyes, but the heart was as clean as the blue water under the blue sky.

"What a coincidence." Moon Mu Chen smiled at him faintly.

Chen Yutian nodded, "what a coincidence."

She walked forward, passed him, took two steps, stopped and looked back.

The path where the bench is located is lush with reeds. Behind the background of a whole piece of yellow and green, there is a green windmill.

Month Mu Chen looked up and then looked at Chen Yutian.

Chen Yutian calmly coagulated her eyes, as if it had been so long ago.

Suddenly, she smiled.

"Hey, can you... Get on the windmill and call me again?"