Every World is Collapsing [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

11.7 - The first wave of story reversal!

The weather today is not very good, probably because the sun rarely takes a break, and the entire sky looks extremely low. That patch of sky always makes people feel as if the next inadvertent trance will hit people directly on the head. .

After paying the price and getting off the bus, the summer morning breeze was blowing around us. Combined with the cold stone monuments in the cemetery, the silence inevitably gave people a creepy feeling.

Fortunately, in this extremely dark weather, the street lamps beside the bluestone steps not far away were lit, and the beams of warm yellow light added a touch of warmth to this silent and scary environment.

Stepping onto the slightly damp bluestone steps, Chu Jingran, holding a bunch of blue lilacs in his arms, walked slowly forward according to his memory, and finally stopped in front of a tombstone.

There is a photo of a man hanging on the tombstone. He has handsome eyebrows and a windy temperament. Although the photo is only less than the size of a palm, you can tell at a glance that he must have been a gentle person back then.

It was indeed true. The man in Ying Chufei's memory had always been so gentle.

Even if you are facing a stranger when you first meet him.

Putting down the blue lilac he was holding in his arms, Chu Jingran knelt down on one knee, raised his slightly trembling fingers, and gently touched the face of the man in the photo with his fingertips.

The gentle scrub is like remembering the warmth on the other person's fingertips when they first met.

Time was beating by the second, and the handsome young man in front of the tomb looked at the photo with a pair of tears-soaked, red eyes, with an affectionate look, and his slightly trembling lips seemed to be whispering. What are you talking about?

And if you get closer, you will hear his words floating in the air.

Why don't you mean what you say? Why...

The car parked quietly in front of the cemetery. The assistant on the passenger seat did not waste any time and got out of the car first. He opened the umbrella and opened the back seat door at the same time.

It has started to rain now. Although the thin raindrops are not big, they are densely connected. In the hazy mist and rain, it seems to be a world of illusion.

Along the bluestone steps, Duan Yaosi walked silently, and the only sound that echoed in the entire cemetery was the sound of small footsteps.

In such a quiet atmosphere, Duan Yaosi suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking across the corner more than 20 meters away.

Unlike when I first saw my first love playing on the stage not long ago, the melody of real emotions could not be captured in the ups and downs of the piano. The young man walked like a lost soul, and the curvature of his eyelashes covered with rain and mist was as if he had been injured in the rain. But the colorful butterfly still tried to flap its wings and wanted to take off again.

Bundles of warm and dim colors passed above his head, reflecting delicate mottled patterns on the damp bluestone ground. They overlapped each other and were hazy in the rain and mist. At a glance, it looked like an unreal scene walking out of the continuous water town in the south of the Yangtze River. phantom.

Although he had never seen the real look in that person's eyes, Duan Yaosi somehow felt that he could understand all the emotions in those eyes.

confused.

Because of Duan Yaosi's sudden stop, everyone around him stopped and stood quietly beside the man.

Duan Yaosi just looked at the young man not far away quietly, walking away step by step in the thin curtain of rain until the figure completely disappeared.