Chapter 3150

The cold rain knocked on the window.

Thoughts turn into rain, like weaving a net.

This day came very fast,

Ranbai stayed up all night and got up early at midnight.

Twenty four o'clock is the end of the day and also the beginning of the day. She opened the White Tulle curtains with her bare hands and could see the city plunged into the silence of the night.

I don't know when the rain has stopped. A new moon quietly emerges, dotted with dim light.

The gentle moonlight fell through the glass windows of every family in a strange city who didn't pull the curtains, breaking the quiet light and shadow on the ground.

Set off the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the girl, the light in the pupils goes out.

Dyed white looked outside indifferently for a while, and then looked down at the picture displayed on the laptop.

She thought about many places where Jiang Yuyan might come back, and installed a surveillance camera to focus all the pictures on the computer. There is no dead corner, which is the most convenient for monitoring.

You won't miss any picture.

long night,

Ran Bai half leaned against the rocking chair by the window, his knees bent slightly, and his notebook was placed on it. The room was dark without turning on the light. Only the water like moonlight spilled in through the translucent window, outlining her cold profile. Half of her expression disappeared in the dark, The peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be more profound than ordinary people, reflected the scenes of monitoring, and their eyes were calm.

When dawn broke, the sun rose slowly and the curtain fell on the long night.

Dyed white always maintained that posture without any change.

She always looked at the monitoring screen displayed on the computer screen in front of her, glanced at everyone who hurried by, but never found the slender and straight figure in the past.

In a day,

Dyeing white is full of patience.

Every minute of time seems to pass quietly, but it can't be ignored. The sound of the clock seems to reverberate in my ears.

The sun, moon and stars, everything changes.

Between natural cycles, things are right and people are wrong.

Dyed white from midnight to dawn, from dawn to dusk, and finally ushered in a long night again.

But never waited for the man to come back.

The girl took a long time to move. She moved her stiff body slightly. Maybe she didn't move for a day, so now she even trembled at her fingertips.

Dye Bai clenched her hand very hard. Her knuckles stretched out a terrible pallor, but she didn't say anything.

Time: 23.59 minutes.

Ranbai looks at the monitoring picture divided into countless fragments. It is almost empty. What he walks through occasionally is nothing but a completely strange existence in the city.

Dyed white stared at the screen. The peach blossom eyes seemed to melt layers of darkness and suppress the deep emotions. Strange expectations and indifference were intertwined. The emotions could not be seen through. It seemed that they were mixed with too many factors.

"Dang, Dang, Dang -"

The midnight bell officially sounded, a total of twelve. Each sound has a clear and heavy strength. One sound struck in the heart, hitting a silent, deep and difficult to heal blood mouth.

In a trance,

His heartbeat seemed to follow the bell and become slow and heavy. He kept falling until he fell into the abyss.

Ranbai knows how long she has been waiting for this day, and how long she has been eager and expected.

Even if she didn't want to admit it,

But her hopes and obsessions to live in this world,

It's all supported by this thing.

Because Jiang Yuyan.

Although she had deliberately tried and tried to ignore and forget that person, she was still in vain. She would always break into all her consciousness at a casual moment.

then,

be utterly routed.

No one will ever know how much ranbai cares about expecting this day, and no one will know that when ranbai finally waits for this day, it will set off a turbulent mood hidden under ranbai's always cold and indifferent appearance and calm performance.

It's called joy.

No one will know.

Because it's over.

She finally waited until this day,

But he didn't wait for Jiang Yuyan.

Once everything seemed to be just a dream,

Wake up,

There's nothing left.

The boy really disappeared in her world forever.

The prosperity is exhausted, but it will be empty in the end.

In exchange for solitude for the rest of my life.

Why don't dreams last longer

It's good to sink all the time.

Never wake up.

Such a dead silent night is like silent sorrow and crying.

Dyed white eyes are faintly broken, much like a mirror that can no longer be recovered after being broken by hand. Each fragmented fragment reflects the sharpest awn under the refraction of light.

The transplanted heart seemed to break out completely at this point in time after being well for a year.

The heart hurts.

There was a thin and bloody stabbing pain, as if countless needles were stuck in my heart.

It's nothing more than a broken heart and a piercing heart.

Is it this heart or her that hurts?

Beating heart,

One after another.

"Bang, bang, Bang..."

Gradually become very slow and heavy, even breathing is difficult.

It's like being frozen in the deep sea, abandoned by the whole world, falling into the abyss in exchange for nothing.

Ranbai finally stopped avoiding and dodging, facing the most real emotion that had been suppressed for a long time and hidden in her heart.

"Jiang Yuyan..."

Ran Bai said.

"Come back."

Her voice is not calm, even broken, and becomes extremely unstable on a syllable.

"I miss you."

I want to die.

Really dying.

——"If you miss me, maybe we'll meet again in a year. The world is so big and magic is very magical. Maybe I'll be called back by you."

Now?

I miss you.

really

But when I finally admit it,

The world is so big,

Where are you.

Magic, magic,

For once.

Take the boy,

Call back.

The ice and snow in early spring have not melted completely, the temperature is still cold and low, and it is cool sooner or later.

In the hospital,

The smell of disinfectant is filled between the wings of the nose, and the sound of drops is small and weak.

Dyeing white is waking up in such an environment.

She opened her eyes, just a small side eye movement.

But in an instant, the young people who always stood by noticed it.

It's about four o'clock in the morning. It's just dark before dawn. It's not bright yet. It's also dark and gray outside, as if it had been painted with some dark color.

Young Qingjun's beautiful side face is half hidden in the dark shadow. It has a hazy cold beauty, as if it were a clean and precious ink painting.

He hung his eyes. His eyelashes were long and he didn't close his eyes. He probably didn't sleep all the time. He sat on the chair next to the hospital bed and looked through the disease information in his hands with slender white fingers.