Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The wind no longer blows and the water no longer flows.

Only women lean against men's chests.

Everything seems to be eternal at this moment.

I don’t know how long it took, but the man let go of the woman, turned around and left without saying a word.

"Can you tell me who you are?"

Seeing the other party's leaving figure, Qiu Mucheng's eyebrows were full of doubts.

She didn't know why, but the strange man in front of her gave her an unparalleled sense of familiarity and intimacy.

It was as if the person she had looked back at five hundred times in her previous life passed by her in this life.

Especially when I fell into her arms just now, I felt extremely warm and comfortable inside.

It's like a fish melting into the water and enjoying the joy of the fish water.

Over the years, she had only experienced this feeling of fusion with that man.

But, that man is no longer here.

She watched with her own eyes as the coffin containing his body was buried.

But Qiu Mucheng didn't expect that now in Jiangbei, she would meet another man who made her feel like this.

However, he was wearing a mask, so Qiu Mucheng couldn't see his face at all.

However, he is very familiar and kind, just like the destined person.

Qiu Mucheng's heart suddenly jumped rapidly.

She became a little nervous and asked the name of the man in front of her.

But the other party ignored her.

Qiu Mucheng continued to ask: "Excuse me, do you know Mark?"

For a moment, the man's body trembled slightly.

There was still silence in response.

And the man quickened his pace and quickly moved away.

"Mom, it's dad..."

"Has dad come to see us?"

Xiao Xiaofan didn't know when he ran over. He raised his young face, looked at the direction the man left, and asked his mother.

Qiu Mucheng didn't know how to answer.

Why, the feeling that person gave her was so similar to the feeling Ye Fan gave her.

But she was definitely dead.

Then who could this person be?

Or is there really reincarnation in this world?

"Xiaofan, let's go home."

Unable to figure it out, Qiu Mucheng stopped thinking about it.

She looked into the distance again, and there was no trace of the man.

Afterwards, Qiu Mucheng held the little guy's hand and walked towards home with a hint of disappointment.

Since learning about the relationship between Qiu Mucheng and Ye Fan, Qiu Mucheng's current situation in Jiangbei is undoubtedly much better under the secret protection of the Zhang family.

Now Qiu Mucheng has successfully joined a local listed group and obtained a middle-level management position.

Not only did she get a good salary, the group also arranged for her a 200-square-meter single apartment in the high-end residential community of West Lake near the city.

For Qiu Mucheng, life has returned to peace again, and everything is moving in a good direction.

The only surprise may be the mysterious man who suddenly appeared today.

Mother and son have gone far away.

Until they were completely invisible, the man on the street corner withdrew his sight.

"Mucheng, I'm sorry, I can't give you the companionship you want after all."

"All I can do now is to shield you from the wind and rain."

"Goodbye, Mucheng."

Ye Fan whispered softly, as if saying goodbye to someone.

Afterwards, he turned around quietly.

The Tianhe River is lonely, and the cold river is a lonely shadow.

In the early spring of that year, Ye Fan went south to India alone.

After all, he still didn't recognize Qiu Mucheng.

He once thought that his status as "Ye Fan's wife" would bring glory and security to Qiu Mucheng.

But in the end, he found that what he brought to her woman was only suffering and endless suffering.

So, this time, he didn't want to involve this silly woman in his disputes.

Let her live peacefully and be an ordinary person in this world.

Maybe one day, she can grow into a towering tree on her own and stand alone.

However, even if it doesn't grow up, it doesn't matter.

He, Ye Fan, would give his woman and protection.

Like a flower planted in a greenhouse.

Just bloom, and someone will protect you from the wind and rain.

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India, New Delhi.

The streets are busy with traffic.

There are a lot of pedestrians coming and going.

At this time, the scorching summer is still the beginning of spring, and the cold spring is coming.

However, summer has started early in India.

The sun is shining high and the weather is extremely hot.

But even so, the flow of people on the streets is still noisy.

This seems to be a commercial street, with the sounds of vendors hawking in the streets and alleys.

In front of some shops, high-power speakers are used to play Indian unique national music.

In the past, Ye Fan had only heard this kind of music in movies and TV series.

It is always accompanied by a few girls dressed in colorful clothes, wearing long skirts and nose ornaments, swaying to the rhythm.

Ye Fan has never been to India, and all his impressions are from film and television works.

In his memory, India is a magical country.

The people here regard cattle as the most sacred animal.

So much so that even cow excrement is a rare treasure in the eyes of the Indian people.

Moreover, what is even more unbearable for Ye Fan is that in the past, when watching movies produced by Bollywood in India, there was always a rap dance interspersed.

So much so that Ye Fan felt that he was not watching an inspirational movie, but a children's drama.

Of course, these are all digressions.

Ye Fan's trip south this time was not for sightseeing and experiencing exotic customs.

It's been several days since Yueyao left, and I don't know what the silly girl's condition is now.

Ye Fan must find her as soon as possible.

At this time, inside a Chinese restaurant.

Ye Fan found a place by the window and drank tea while listening to the conversations and discussions of the diners around him.

But they are basically chatting nonsense and saying some nutritious things.

Ye Fan listened for a long time but didn't hear any useful news.

"Brother, from Yanxia?"
To be continued...