The rest of my life is no longer sad for you

Chapter 2 Wedges
On the first night in London, Shu Yan dreamed of the first long trip in her life. It was six years ago, she took a four-hour flight to Tokyo without telling her family, and found Ning Zechuan's home in Tokyo occupies more than half of the villa in the park. Beyond the house, you can see the white top of Mount Fuji.She stood in the corner outside the villa and waited for an unknown amount of time, numb from the cold. Just before she fainted, she saw the thick door of the villa opened, and a tall boy in a black traditional Japanese kimono passed by in a car. .

With just such a faint glance, Shu Yan felt that everything that was originally dim in front of her eyes suddenly lit up and took on color.On a sunny day in winter with the slight dew of morning light, the clouds on Mt. Fuji converge into a huge vortex, and the pale golden sun hangs on the edge of the vortex, and the golden light smudges round and round.

In a blink of an eye, countless pictures flashed before his eyes, and when the frame was fixed again, it was the early autumn when the hibiscus bloomed. Ning Zechuan held a book and read: "Thinking of you makes you old, and it is too late."

His side face was soft and beautiful, his vermilion thin lips were lightly parted, and his voice seemed to be singing across the ages. When he turned his head, time seemed to freeze here, bringing this short encounter to an end.

The foreign wind is quiet and cold, the old wind chimes on the window eaves are motionless, but sleeping Shu Yan trembles like a fallen leaf.

This life, this time is too little, but it probably can only be like this.

(End of this chapter)