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Six years later.

24-hour private detectives around Ye Yiwen and Su Mufeng.

Finally, an exciting news was found.

On the other side of the ocean, someone called Yiwen Ye. The content was: "I'm fine."

It's only three words.

The phone hung up.

And that voice inspired the private detectives who had been eating lunch boxes for years.

same day.

Xie Jingchuan's private plane to London.

He once saw in Song Youran's diary that she wanted to feed pigeons in the square with him.

There are a lot of meaningless things, but enough to kill time for two people.

It sounds stupid.

But after she left.

Xie Jingchuan has been alone several times.

There are always a lot of people. When it rains, just be a little quiet. Sitting on the bench, the pigeon of relatives will stop on your shoulder.

He remembered those "encounters" recorded by song Youran.

After a week in London.

Finally, there is such a chance.

It's five o'clock on Friday afternoon.

When Xie Jingchuan went out, the maid reminded him, "Sir, it's going to rain soon. Don't forget to take your umbrella."

It always rains here.

On grey days, there are few mornings awakened by the sun.

He stood in the street, imagining how she would change in the past six years.

The tide of Keren came and went, and she was never seen.

More than once, Xie Jingchuan has been searching for her.

Sometimes, I met someone with the same name as song Youran.

Sometimes, what you find is two or three.

Xie Jingchuan stood there for a long time without moving. Pigeons circled in the square, and occasionally one or two landed on his shoulder.

It's getting dark.

The crowd dispersed.

The raindrops fell quickly.

"Mommy!"

The five or six-year-old boy was dressed in a gentleman's suit, with a small face full of flesh. "You forgot to bring an umbrella again..."

"Baby."

The woman gently smiles, "who is going out to linger and leave behind?"

"Ah, ah It's four words and four words again. I feel dizzy when I listen to it... "

The little boy tightly held the woman's slender hand, and most of his body was leaning on her body. He looked playful and funny.

Xie Jingchuan looks up.

Seeing the face that often lingers in his dream, just like the appearance of six years ago, his long hair was black and bright, and it was curled up in a big roll and spread over his shoulders. His style was all kinds of.

Time treated her so well.

She left him and returned to a bright and moving appearance. Her face was not half old, but more beautiful and moving.

"Song."

The blonde man behind her catches up and hands her an umbrella that has been opened.

I don't know what was said.

Song Youran laughs and hugs him.

The man squatted down, the little guy hugged his neck and gave him a big stab on the cheek.

Xie Jingchuan is standing on the opposite side of the road.

All of a sudden, one year and one month, song Youran said that she was jealous and wanted to kill people.

"Mommy."

The little guy pulled song Youran's coat corner. "That uncle over there is so strange. He has been looking at you all the time..."

Song Youran reached out and scraped his nose and looked over with a smile.

Mou color suddenly stops.

The smile on the face also gradually disappeared.

A moment later.

She covered her face with an umbrella and walked to the other side as if she had seen nothing.

"Mommy, this is not my way home..."

"We won't go home yet."

Song Youran said, "go to buy you a brush first. Aren't you going to paint tomorrow?"

She didn't expect to meet that man here.

I left in a hurry.

The little guy couldn't keep up with her, panting, "Mommy, do you think I'm too fat? Anna's mother said that she was too fat. She had to run 20 minutes a day to watch the animation... "

Song Youran is dumbfounded.

Stop and look at the little guy.

The rain dripped from the sides of the umbrella.

The man in front of her pants was slightly wet, against the light, and the figure almost covered her whole person.

His voice was hoarse: "I heard that you loved me like a life."

So many people said he was crazy.

Only Xie Jingchuan knows.

Song Youran is alive.

Even if he can't find a trace of her existence.

Song Youran's umbrella hand stopped, the little guy looked at her, a pair of big black eyes full of curiosity.

She slowly tilted her umbrella back.

"Sir, give way."

Song Youran doesn't pretend that he doesn't know him.

There was no panic reaction after feigning death.

Even love and hate are gone.

It's like treating a stranger in her way.

Xie Jingchuan did not move.

Narrow path, next to the puddles.

He blocked her way.

The "chance encounter" effect was not achieved.

Instead, it's like an enemy on a narrow road.

The little guy's eyes were dribbling between them.

"Uncle, please give way," he said in a pure English accent

Xie Jingchuan looked at it, almost with his own mold to see the little boy, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The little guy frowned slightly, changed into Chinese, and said solemnly again: "uncle, please let me pass."