The sky is dim, and a little bit of sunlight scatters in the blue sky of the sea. The mountains in the distance are shrouded in shallow white mist, hazy and illusory.

Duan Zhuo sat on the bench in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the sun rise outside, and the light drove away the white fog little by little.

He stayed up all night.

Zhuang Jiarong's words kept coming to my mind.

Memories are mixed.

Zhimian's face flashed through his mind, and all kinds of memories flashed with her.

Seven years ago, Zhimian decided to go home with him, and he asked her: "Child, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhimian."

"Zhisan?"

"The knowledge of the cicada, the sleep of the sleep..."

After she finished speaking, she added in a low voice: "You can call me Xiaojiu."

Later, there was a kind and cute and cute lady in his home.

She always likes to stay with him, always likes to follow him to various places. When she looks at him, dimples on the corner of her lips appear, and she seems to be able to see only one of him in her eyes.

She is always clear, clean and gentle. Before she knew it, she became the softest place in his heart.

He rejected all other girls' confessions and pursuits.

Only she could not resist getting close to him.

I like it, perhaps it was at that time when I accidentally took root and blossomed in my heart.

When he was rational, he suppressed the emotions that emerged wildly, afraid that he would scare her, afraid that he would unilaterally move his feelings, afraid that he would just be confused.

Until she told him she liked him too.

I still remember that on the night of Zhimian's 20th birthday, he took her to the highest mountain in Lincheng.

At night at the highest point of the mountain, they overlooked the prosperity of Lincheng. The little girl suddenly called him softly, looking at him, her eyes curled into crescent moons, "Duan Zhuo, I like you so much."

His heart was filled with an instant, as if there was an uncontrollable emotion bursting out in his heart.

He took her into his arms, his lips dripping from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and finally reached his red lips.

The deep kiss was warm, the breath was entangled, and she was soft in his arms little by little.

Finally, when he stopped, between his foreheads, Duan Zhuo saw the bright stars in her eyes.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his heart—

She is his.

She will always be his.

What he thought of at that time was forever.

It turned out that he put her in forever inadvertently.

After the breakup, he gave himself a year, trying to forget her, trying to forget everything before them, and in the end, he found that he could not do it at all.

It's like silence in my heart, no one can replace me in this life.

He finally realized-

In this life, he will meet all kinds of people, but no one is her.

No one can replace her-

One morning, Zhimian organized a review of graduation thesis literature in the apartment.

It was almost noon when Liang Zhiyi's phone came in.

"Jiujiu, I just woke up and saw the message you sent..." She muttered, "You finally figured it out, are you planning to buy a car?"

Zhimian thought about it carefully last night and finally decided to buy a car and change her travel method, so she sent her thoughts to Liang Zhiyi in the morning.

"Then have you decided to buy what car?" Liang Zhiyi asked.

"I want to buy a second-hand one, do you think it's OK?" Zhimian doesn't care so much about the car brand. In fact, she just wants a transportation tool. She wants to buy a used car first and then consider changing the car when she has money in the future.

"Yes, there are also used cars that have only been driving for a while, just pick a good one," Liang Zhi thought, "Hey, ask Xuan Xia about this. He knows a lot about the car. Please ask him where to buy it and don't be cheated."

Xuan Xia was in Lincheng this semester and then called him to ask for his opinion.

The other end heard her request and said in a relaxed tone: "How simple is this matter. Just tell me the price you accept and then roughly what you like."

After Zhimian finished speaking, Xuan Xia finally smiled and said, "If you ask for it so simply, there is a ni in our house, and you should like it."

Xuan Xia said that the car belongs to his sister. Last year, his sister had just been able to drive the car, but she didn't dare to drive the sports car at home. In the end, she picked a ni. Now she basically doesn't drive it, and it just happened to be a waste to put it at home.

"If you say more, you might as well take a look. You can come to my house to see the car today."

Xuan Xia asked her to come to the house to check it out, so Zhimian passed by in the afternoon and saw the red ni in their garage.

The car is well maintained and Zhimian is very satisfied with all aspects.

Xuan Xia was very generous, "You can take it back and try it out for a few days, and if you like it, you will buy it."

"Ah, wouldn't it be bad..."

"You are polite to me? And I will sell it to you, it will definitely be cheaper than you to buy it outside. This driving recorder is broken and I haven't used it to repair it. I will take it down first and I will help you repair it."

"Okay, thank you."

Xuan Xia accompanied her around for a while and finally let her drive away with peace of mind.

After returning to the apartment, she suddenly received a call from Duan Zhuo.

The man seemed to be in an empty place, with a low voice mixed with the wind, "When will you come to the club recently?"

Zhimian was stunned, "I've been busy these days. I guess it's going to be next week. Can I go there next week?"

The man didn't say anything, Zhimian thought he was unhappy, but after all, how did he become the time for him to cooperate with her?

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you are inconvenient..."

"I'm fine," he said.

She was stunned and said, "Okay, then I'll contact you next week."-

Two days on the weekend, Zhimian practiced driving well and picked up the skills he had learned for a long time.

At the same time, she worked hard for a week and finally finished the literature review of her paper. Now she can finally put the animation advertising on the agenda.

Duan Zhuo is probably very busy, so Zhimian thought it would be better to solve this matter earlier, so as to save you from having too many dreams.

On Sunday night, she contacted Duan Zhuo. She had class tomorrow morning and asked him if he had time tomorrow afternoon. The other party said he had time.

The two agreed on three o'clock in the afternoon.

The next morning, Zhimian finished class and returned to the dormitory, first sorted out the ideas in his mind.

She slept for a nap, woke up, cleaned up, and then got off the dormitory building.

She drove to school this morning, and in the afternoon she planned to drive to Renshi.

It usually takes nearly an hour to get there by the subway, but now it doesn’t take that long to drive.

The radio station in the car was playing music. She adapted to it for a few days, and when she drove, she lost the previous nervousness and gradually started to hum a song.

There was less traffic on the street. When I was about to drive to the club, Zhimian saw a green light counting down the intersection ahead. She calculated the time and stepped on the accelerator.

However, a Porsche Cayenne, which was originally driving on her right, suddenly turned on the turn signal and changed lanes and drove directly in front of her.

When Zhimian reacted, he braked suddenly, but it was too late. The next moment, there was a sound of bang and friction in his ears, and the two cars were scratched.

Zhimian suddenly leaned forward, but fortunately his seat belt grabbed her.

Two cars parked in the road.

Zhimian's hand holding the steering wheel immediately sweated. Her heart fell and she pounded. She was stunned for two seconds. She immediately untied her seat belt, got out of the car, and went to check the situation of the car.

The left rear of Cayenne rubbed against the right front of her car, and a small piece of her car was indented, while the left rear light of the other car was broken, and there was a noticeable scratch next to it.

The Cayenne driver's seat door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with a large and thick body, wearing a floral shirt and shiny Mediterranean hairstyle came down from the driver's seat.

He walked to the back of the car, took off his sunglasses and looked at the situation of the car, frowned, and sweared, pointing at Zhimian: "How the hell are you driving?"

Zhimian was stunned immediately, "Is it okay if you suddenly changed your path?"

"What did I change my path suddenly? Are you blind? I didn't see me turning on the turn signal?" The Mediterranean man said rudely.

Zhimian said: "You turned on the turn signal and changed lanes directly, because you didn't see my car."

"Why didn't I see it? If you hadn't stepped on the accelerator, you would have hit my car?"

Zhimian's energy also surged up, "Who changes the lane as soon as he turned on the turn signal? This is obviously your problem!"

Zhimian is petite and still a girl. She looks so cute when she was young. The Mediterranean man is not afraid at all, but aggressive:

"Stop talking nonsense! You are responsible for this matter. Call your insurance company and ask him to come and pay the money! Do you recognize my car? Just your broken car hit my car and want to shirk responsibility. Do you know how much more expensive my car is than your car..."
To be continued...