……

Three minutes later.

At last, the huge venue was quiet again.

There was a man and a woman in the middle of the field, and no one else.

Jiangbeiyuan's clothes are wet.

He released her slightly, trying to look up her little face, but the latter clung to his clothes.

"You, you let me cry for a while, I have to slowly..."

“……”

Then slow down.

He finally smiled, relieved, and touched her soft back with his generous hands.

Time passed, unconsciously he and she married for more than half a year, during which a lot of things happened, but vaguely remember the scene of the first meeting after a long separation.

It was 521 that day.

The story of him and her ten years ago began in 521.

He specially chose to date her on such a day.

On that day, he pushed out all the operations, locked his white coat in the cabinet, put on a suit, made a shape of his hair, cut it short on both sides, and thinned it on the bottom. The bangs in front of his forehead were pinned on both sides by him. The 28 year old man was very young and upright.

The appointed place with her is the coffee shop. On the way to the coffee shop, he was frightened and worried.

When he arrived at the destination, he was 15 minutes ahead of schedule. He thought she didn't arrive, but he didn't want to like her who was late. This time, he rarely came early.

On that day, she wore a white dress, her hair was spread on her shoulders, her makeup was light, her face was white, her eyebrows were crooked, and she could see the tiny fluff on her face in the light of the sun.

Nothing has changed.

He meant her.

At that time, he stood behind her for a long time. He had never been so nervous. The tie in front of him was wrinkled and shapeless. When he was thinking about whether to go back and change it, she seemed to notice something and looked at him.

I can't hide.

He quietly calmed down and walked towards her, with a calm, high and cold posture.

"Mr. jiangbeiyuan, right."

she stood up and actively reached for him to shake hands with him. White, white, tender and tender palms spread out in front of him. Her eyes were full of fanaticism and appreciation, but she did not have the joy of meeting her old friend again.

"Hello, my name is Yannian. Words are words of words. Recitation is a kind of reading that never forgets!"

Never forget to read.

The corners of his mouth moved, and the bitterness deep in his smile disappeared in a moment.

Ten years.

The girl he never forgets, standing in front of him, is still clear and bright, but has forgotten him.

"Hello, I'm jiangbeiyuan."

He gathered his mind and shook hands with her in a new capacity.

The dry palms meet her.

That's the brand new beginning of Yannian and jiangbeiyuan.

……

Yannian finally raised his head in his arms, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes twice.

Jiangbeiyuan reluctantly pulled down her hand, voice reluctantly, "not to tell you not to rub your eyes with your hands, not clean."

"I'm sorry..."

Yannian inhales the nose hard, and the eyes are like two springs of tea crystal.

Jiangbei yuan looks down at her, "I'm sorry what?"

“……”

Instead of answering his question immediately, she held up his hand and opened his palm and looked at it.

Clean palmprint, no extra lines.

The lifeline is very long. There is a fork in the business line.

Love line is a single long to the end, no barrier, no branch.

Yannian looks at his palm and grins.

"My father used to teach me palmistry. I don't believe it. I believe it when I meet you."