On a rainy Saturday, a woman sat quietly on the sofa in the hotel.

She is very young, about twenty-three or four years old, and her skin is white and transparent.

Her face is like a silver basin, her eyes are like apricots, her lips are red without dots, and her eyebrows are green without paint.

Her black hair was tied back, and she was wearing a white strapless suspender dress, silky and smooth.

She was gazing and thinking, the corners of her mouth drooping slightly, as if she was smiling.

She seemed to be longing for something, with a bit of bitterness and a very complicated mentality.

Her movements and postures are indescribably graceful, elegant, and naturally beautiful.

She is Deng Lijun, an elegant and delicate woman who lives a little bourgeois life.

She looked up at the weather outside the window and let out a faint sigh.

Even she didn't know when she started to become as sentimental as Lin Daiyu.

When she was in Hong Kong, the feeling of being lost had already started to appear, but she didn't care at the time.

But since leaving Hong Kong, it has become more intense, especially at night.

Why does love come so quickly, and why does longing follow you like a shadow?

Perhaps starting from the moment she met him in Hong Kong, the shadow of that man always loomed in her mind, lingering.

She had a dream last night. In the dream, he was playing music and she was singing along, like a couple of gods and goddesses.

She is no longer an ignorant girl in her teens, so why does she still have such childish fantasies?

They had only known each other for ten minutes, and had not spoken more than twenty sentences.

But why did he give her the feeling that she had known him for a long time?

Is it the previous life or the afterlife?

She doubted whether she really fell in love with a stranger, a man she didn't even understand.

This is probably the funniest thing in the world, but it happened.

Suddenly, a fragment flashed through her mind, her whole body trembled, and her face turned pale.

Barefooted, she hurried to the luggage room and found her accompanying box.

She looked through her collection of photo albums as if going crazy, and scattered them one by one on the ground.

This is a photo book that she keeps as a souvenir every time she goes out to perform. It is very valuable as a souvenir.

"No...how could it not be..." She knelt on the ground and muttered to herself in a daze.

Just when she was about to give up, she finally found her secret in a very hidden location.

She always thought she had thrown away this yellowed photo, but by some strange coincidence she kept it.

This feeling of being lost and found made her instantly surprised.

This is the only photo they have ever taken together, which is enough to prove that she is not emotionally disturbed and that they have crossed paths before.

In the photo, he is a police officer, wearing a dark green uniform with two sticks on his shoulders.

He is handsome, upright and a perfect evil killer.

Especially his neat teeth, his smile can charm many young women.

She is just a young girl in the photo, with a beautiful and refined face and cute baby bump.

A long white skirt accentuates her slender figure. The most rare thing is that there is a natural girlish charm between her eyebrows.

She held his arm intimately, leaned close to his side, and even made the cute scissor hands of a little girl.

This yellowed photo quietly recounts an unknown green past.

That year, he came to Hong Kong to perform on stage, and he was a blue hat policeman sent by the police to maintain order at the scene.

In the middle of the concert, someone shouted "There's a bomb!" and the fans immediately rushed to escape. The scene got out of control and a big commotion broke out. I was frightened and at a loss on the stage.

It was he who held her in his arms with one hand, and despite the random collision of the panicked crowd, he still safely protected her and retreated to a safe area without causing her any harm.

She would never forget the time when she hid in his arms and looked at his resolute and calm face. That face had a composure that did not match his age. He made people feel so safe.

She knew that at that moment, she fell in love with him.

Another time, I was scolded and cried in the lounge because I sang out of tune on stage and forgot the lyrics. Then I secretly hid in a back alley and cried alone.

He happened to be on patrol and passed by at the time. When he saw her crying like a little cat, he sat quietly next to her and told her a bunch of jokes that she had never heard before to comfort her and make her laugh. stop.

After he finished his shift, he took her to eat at a street food stall. Although it was simple, it was the most delicious.

From then on, whenever I was free, I would find various reasons to beg him to take me to play, or even call him directly at the embassy without fear.

He took him to Lai Yuen to play amusement rides, ride the Star Ferry, enjoy the wind on the top of the mountain, and swim in Repulse Bay...

The girl's passion was just beginning, and she seemed to have a taste of love.

That was also the happiest time for her in Hong Kong at that time.

It wasn't until later that he made it clear to himself that he had a girlfriend, so he couldn't go out with her every day.

But I still looked forward to it after finishing work every day, just sitting there and staring blankly, waiting for him to appear.

He is a young and passionate Jingcha, a slightly famous singer himself.

He has the same youthful face, and his status is not very different.

But later, someone discovered that she had close contacts with a Hong Kong police officer, and people around her were reminding or blaming her not to associate with him.

She didn't believe it at first, but after hearing more, she gradually accepted the fact.

At that time, Jingcha's reputation was like that of a gangster.

It's not for nothing that he's called "bad boy with bad cards".

I was secretly angry and didn't take the initiative to look for him, but then he never looked for me.

Why didn't he come to me then? He was such a cruel person. She couldn't help but clenched her fists and couldn't let go.

Once upon a time, she thought she had forgotten this memory. Was it erased by time?

No, she kept it in her heart on purpose.

Looking back now, the scene is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

She finally understood what she had missed. Yes, she had missed it.

The emotion that ended in vain made her feel a dull pain in her heart.

Seven years have passed.

The fate of the two finally intersects on the same horizon again.

She held the photo tightly in her arms and finally understood.

I remembered him at that time, his tone and demeanor when he spoke, and even his hairstyle had not changed at all.

He always seems to be familiar with her, but never gets too close.

She knew that when the two met again, he must have known about their past.

But he never mentioned this, just as if the two of them had never met.

An impulse arose in her heart, and she wished she could rush to him immediately and loudly question this heartless man.
Chapter completed!