I go north, you go south

Saying that, Ling Bei didn't forget to free his hand to rub Nan Zishu's head.

But these were not enough to make Nan Zi feel at ease, on the contrary, it made her a little more worried.

She could feel that Ling Bei had been a little out of his mind since he arrived here. Based on Nan Zishu's understanding of Ling Bei, there must be something here that made him restless.

Nan Zishu's intuition told himself that all of this should be related to Ling Ganshan, who had passed away long ago.

But before Nan Zishu decided whether he should ask or not, Ling Bei drove the car up to the platform in the middle of the mountain, and then found a parking space to stop.

"The mountain road above is full of steps, so the car can only park here. It takes another walk to get there."

After Ling Bei stopped the car and turned off the engine, he first unfastened his seat belt, then turned slightly to help Nan Zishu untie it, and carefully combed her messy forehead hair.

"Let's go."

The sky was still gray, with a slight drizzle.

Nan Zishu, who closed the car door, felt the cool rain blowing on his face, so he didn't choose to take an umbrella.

Just a few steps away, Nan Zishu stopped and looked down at his canvas bag as if he remembered something.

Ling Bei, who was walking in front, immediately turned back to Nan Zishu: "What's wrong? What are you looking for?"

As if recalling something, Nan Zishu couldn't help frowning, and raised his hand to stroke the hair hanging on his forehead: "Where's my mobile phone? Why isn't it in the bag?"

"Oh!"

Hearing this, Ling Bei immediately returned to the car, and took out Nan Zishu's cell phone from the storage box on the left hand side of the co-pilot.

"Shu Shu, here it is."

Ling Bei trotted back to Nan Zishu and handed her the phone: "In the morning, I was afraid that the phone would disturb your rest, so I took it out on my own initiative.

"I originally thought of returning it to you when I got out of the hospital, but I left it in the car and forgot."

Nan Zishu's heart warmed, and he couldn't help showing his first sincere smile since yesterday afternoon.

"Thank you, Ling Bei."

As she spoke, she took a step forward and took the initiative to hug Ling Bei.

"Silly girl, why do you want to say thank you to me?" Ling Bei chuckled, and raised his arms to respond to her without hesitation.

Nan Zishu didn't intend to let go, she even tightened her arms a little, yearning for this hard-to-find warmth.

But at this moment, many things flashed through Nan Zishu's mind.

She thought that when she was with Ling Bei just now, she asked Liu Ying a question about "like".

At that time Liu Ying told Nan Zishu that everything Ling Bei did for her was actually a silent confession.

Nan Zishu quickly remembered the bizarre dream this morning.

Even if she doesn't understand the so-called psychology, she should understand the truth that "dreams are the reflection of a person's subconscious mind".

That old but carefully preserved document bag and the handwriting on it have always been a lump in Nan Zishu's heart.And the idea of ​​a "substitute" took root in Nan Zishu's mind unconsciously.

She gradually felt that only this reason could well explain Tong Lingbei's unreasonable preference for her.

"Who is 'she'?"; "Where is 'she' now, and will she come back?"; "Where and how much do I resemble 'her'?", these questions are in Nan Zishu's mind For a long time, she wanted to ask Ling Bei directly for countless times.

But Nan Zishu never had the courage.More often than not, she would feel that she shouldn't have known about it, just like peeping into Ling Bei's secret by accident, which made her feel a complicated guilty conscience.