When he walked in with noodles, neither of them spoke anymore. Jiang Zimo sat on the imperial concubine's couch, concentrating on eating noodles. Very white and soft dragon beard noodles, even with only soy sauce, sesame oil and rice vinegar.
Eating it hot can also warm people up from the stomach. The room is quiet, only the vague roar of the air conditioner can be heard.
She ate very slowly, chewing every bite carefully, but she knew that no matter how slow she was, she would always finish eating, just like no matter how beautiful a dream, there would always be an end.
She handed the bowl back, originally thinking that he would find a new excuse to stay, but she heard him say in a gentle voice: "I'm going out first, you have a good rest."
He looks like a very well-behaved Xiao Jiang.
Let her no longer find a reason to be fierce.
Bai Yanbing has been waiting in the living room. He heard the sound of music in the room before, and then the sound of water flowing. Then the sound of water stopped, the bathroom door was closed, and the music changed to a different style.
He watched the sun rise outside the window in the living room, and then gradually rose higher. He sat in that position from morning to noon.
Later, he knocked on the master bedroom door, but no one answered. The music continued, and finally, he broke into her room.
Where is anyone else in the messy living room? The floor-to-ceiling window to the balcony of the master bedroom was wide open, and the white window screen was blown by the wind and fell onto his face.
Without any hesitation, he immediately turned around and left.
She only took her bag, which should contain important items such as her passport, identity information, and bank cards.
Walking out of the block, he pulled away from a black Masatini parked on the roadside. When he finally looked back at the apartment where he once lived, he murmured something.
"Everything seems to be back to where it started...".
Accompanied by the quiet sound of water flowing from the wishing pool, Jiang Zimo stepped out of the taxi in a hazy light and shadow. She looked up and saw a brightly lit train whizzing past on the bridge in the distance.
This scene, this sound, this unique breath of late spring in Rome and this broad back were so familiar that for a second, she thought she was in a dream. She had knitted like this for countless nights in the past.
Following this dream, I walked slowly along the left bank of the wishing pool. When I woke up, I was back home.
In the past two years, she has been here four times in total. This city has not changed much. It is the same casual, noisy, and charming.
It’s just that the past is like smoke. The more I return to my hometown, the more I feel that the past is as far away as my previous life.
Until she got off the plane, she thought she would be sentimental, but she didn't expect that when she really came back, all that was left was just remembrance.
During the time when she just left Jiangcheng, she was so lost that she couldn't control herself. Sometimes she always felt that everything must be a dream, and always wondered how people who got along like that day and night could become strangers who could never see each other again.
Now, coming here again, looking at the bustling tourists and citizens on the streets, she finally figured out at this moment, the world is so big, and the fate has been lost and turned into memories, how can it be lost again?
The only reason was that she was too soft-hearted and kept saying that she could not forgive her. In fact, her mind was still stuck in her past feelings and refused to take a step forward. This gave Bai Yanbing a chance to get close to her again.
She came here this time to toss the silver coin one last time.