The blackout curtains were pulled tightly, blocking all the noise and hustle and quiet around them.

Hochin did not turn on the light.

In the dim light, his eyes swept every inch of the room.

He stuffed almost all Ning Jiashu's luggage into her box, but her things remained everywhere.

From the dishes drained from the cabinet shelves to the post-it notes on the refrigerator door, from the towel toothbrushes placed side by side in the bathroom to the shower gel shampoo, the newly selected checked tablecloth, and the pillow on the sofa... all tell the traces of her life here.

The air was so quiet that Huo Qin could no longer sit still. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and stood up to find the cardboard box.

This is, and that is, this cup of Jiashu has drunk water, and the bed cover is also what she wants to choose... After walking for an hour or two, he wiped the dust in every corner, packed everything, found tape paper to seal it one by one, and finally sat down on the sofa and gasped.

Until the sweat between his forehead was dry again, he heard the little sparrows screaming from the balcony, chirping—

Everything that had just been sealed was resurrected in an instant, and this sound suddenly triggered the node in his memory.

Huo Qin immediately thought that it was raining that day. After buying vegetables from the supermarket, Jiashu squatted at the door of the unit building to feed it celery. His expression looked back, like a primary school student who was caught without a red scarf.

The feathers of the young birds are sparse and they jump around on the balcony, only jumping around and not flying.

Jiashu called it Huihui. Although he was always arrogant and unwilling to touch it, he was afraid that it would freeze to death in winter, so he asked Ning's mother to knit several colorful sweaters for it.

Memory has always been a fine network chain, and one node can trigger countless moments when it extends.

Hochin remembered the incident of raising pigeons with Jiashu in the Western Australian dormitory that year. The pigeon was suffocated by the mung beans she fed. He called her to notify the bad news. Jiashu started crying after listening.

He didn't dare to say that the pigeon was fed to death by her. After so many years, he realized that Jiashu cried that day because the test was too stressful when the exam was approaching.

She is so cute and casual.

After recalling, Hoqin realized that he was amused and his smile slowly returned to calm in the dim room.

He can put away all dead objects, but not living objects.

Hochin stood up from the carpet slowly, patted the dust that did not exist on his body, pulled the tape of the carton seal again, and put the things back.

He doesn't want to be a weak person to escape the past, so let it go.

One day, those happy memories will become the smoke and dust of the past. When you think of the time when you can smile with a heart but no longer feel like a knife, you may be able to let go.

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Ning Jiashu completed the grounding procedures as quickly as possible, and neatly placed her uniform into the company's locker room, the bottom of her storage cabinet.

The key rotates counterclockwise and is locked.

"Sister Jiashu, when will you cancel the leave now?"

I just went downstairs from the Human Resources Department and happened to meet Jiang Lu who was checking and reviewing, so I hurriedly trotted up to ask her.

"I don't know either, I can only depend on the situation."

"Then you have flew abroad. Aren't you only able to have a long-distance relationship with Captain Huo?"

Ning Jiashu lowered his head and changed the topic, "Come on, work hard, and strive to put three levers this year."

"Hey, that's too far away. So many people are waiting to advance to the quota. Besides, you, the master, have just given up the challenge, so I dare not even think about it." Jiang Lu waved his hands repeatedly.

When she helped her take the things to the parking lot, Jiang Lu smiled, "I won't ask you what your private matter is. Although Los Angeles is prosperous, our Shanghai is also an international metropolis, and it is very humane. Senior sister, don't be defeated by the US imperial sugar-coated shells, and come back early!"

Ning Jiashu started the engine, put down the car window, put the flying sunglasses on it, and agreed to him in one go.

"good."

Everything is over.

The corners of her lips smiled, and the light of water seeped down from the corners of her eyes.

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After the sunset, Shanghai is a city that never sleeps. The Bund is bright and dazzling, and the buildings and towers are brilliant.

The colorful light and shadow are reflected in the waves of the river. The rivers and the sky at night form a line, with swiming ferries in groups of three or three.

Ning Jiashu stands on the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the Peninsula Hotel, looking down from the highest point to the vast world and the fireworks of the world.

Behind him were seven or eight waiters who specialized in serving the presidential suite packed their luggage back to Los Angeles for Ji Peifeng, and there were also special people packing his Triangle Steinway grand piano to prevent any bumps during the air transport process.

This young man lived on the top floor for several months. The waiters were familiar with his living habits and temper. Ji Peifeng almost didn't need command. After his eyes swept over, they could do everything properly.

He poured a cup of steaming black tea, pushed it from the bar to her, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him and looked down.

"It's very beautiful. When I returned home, I decided to rent this suite because I saw this river view."

Ning Jiashu nodded.

"It is an eternal nature for humans to embrace beauty, but no one can privately own it by love."

Ji Peifeng helped Jiashu to tidy up the collar of her windbreaker, but she avoided it without any trace. Ji Peifeng paused for a moment, was not angry, and handed the hot tea to her palm.

"Do you know, Kasumi, actually, Mount Fuji was originally part of the Tokugawa shogunate, and later donated it to the Asama Shrine by Tokugawa Ieyasu in 106. It is a private land. Today, the Japanese also need to pay rent to the shrine. You see, as long as you like, I can help you privately own many beautiful scenery things."

"I live in a socialist country, and the state's public property cannot be violated by your evil capitalists at will."

Ji Peifeng laughed, "But we can go back to Los Angeles soon."

"I have a house by the Marbury Sea. The golden beach and coastline are beautiful. Every day, I wake up with the sound of waves, and there are birds stopping on the balcony. Didn't you say you like to live by the sea? You will definitely like it there too."

The wording he used was "Back to".

Los Angeles is Ji Peifeng's home, where he grew up, his identity, and his hometown, but not hers.

Her home is in Shanghai, and she cannot fly there with the joy of returning home like him.

Memories flashed through my mind, and Ning Jiashu suddenly thought of that night, she fell asleep with a fever in Hoqin's arms, as if she was chatting and talking a lot of sleep.

What he said in his sleep, but he had forgotten everything when he woke up. So what did Hoqin comfort her?

Her mind was broken, and she vaguely remembered a few words, and her voice seemed to float in her ears again-

He said: "I will hear your voice after I die, and my soul in the tomb is still rejoicing."

Yes, that was the line from "Roman Holiday". In the three days of hugging and kissing each other in the hotel room in downtown Los Angeles, Hochin had the only movie he had watched.

“…Good books, good books?”

Ji Peifeng called her, "What are you thinking?"

"Oh," Ning Jiashu hurriedly came back to his senses, "Where did you just talk about?"

Ji Peifeng was so upset, "I said, I wanted to say goodbye to my aunt myself and apologize to her. If she misses you, she can come to see you at any time."

"No, my brother is still very young and is not suitable for long-distance flights. Besides, my job is to fly all over the world. My mother has become accustomed to not seeing me for several months."

Moreover, Ning's mother probably didn't want to see Ji Peifeng.

In her impression, Jiashu is already a person who is about to get married. She was suddenly killed by Cheng Yaojin and Ji Peifeng. Not only is the beautiful son-in-law who is so beautiful, she has to separate from her daughter who has finally decided on her sex. She was almost angry that night that Ning Jiashu talked to her for a long time.

When she pulled her suitcase out, she still chased her to the door and finally asked her: "Jiashu, have you thought about it? Have you really decided to give up Hochin? After you get on the plane, you may never meet such a person again in your life."

Ning Jiashu calmly accelerated his pace downstairs, never looking back from beginning to end.

Ning's mother has never been a strong person, and in the end she had no choice but to accept Ning Jiashu's choice. Who made her daughter owe her?

She walked all night with God.

This is probably the day when Ji Peifeng talks the most in more than a year, but when he says ten sentences, the good book often only listens to one or two sentences, and his answers are very perfunctory.

But Ji Peifeng still felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

His dry emotions finally surged back to his chest. Whether he was happy or lost, he could at least feel that he was truly alive, so he didn't care.

"Thank you for accompanying me back to Los Angeles."

"I'm so happy, good book."

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The flight ticket is booked to take off from Pudong at 9:30 pm, with an eleven hour flight. It will arrive in Los Angeles at about 5:00 pm.

Sleeping there once, the jet lag is not very difficult

The airlines that are among the top three in the United States and often fly to Asia are famous for their on-time and on-time flights.

Before boarding the plane, Ji Peifeng entered the cabin door first, Ning Jiashu stood at the entrance, and finally looked back at Pudong in the night, but saw someone running hurriedly on the bridge.

Her heart tightened, and she saw her face clearly as the person got closer and closer.

It's harmonious.

She couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or grateful. Seeing him getting closer and closer, she asked, "Are you on duty? Why did you run over?"

He Chang grabbed her wrist in front of the runway, "Jiashu, really, don't leave."

"You have a girlfriend, why are you still like this?" Ning Jiashu was so scared that he shook it away and took two steps back.

"No, no, I don't mean that." He Chang waved his hands and explained clumsyly, "I went to see Hochin last night!"

Ning Jiashu bit his lower lip tightly, raised his hand to stop him from making a sound, and also held back the syllables that were about to overflow his mouth.

She was extremely conflicted, and she wanted to hear Hochin from others, but she was afraid that someone would mention him.

"What's wrong with him?"
To be continued...