The fragments in the memory are plucked out bit by bit, like a torture called Lingchi. She saved all the poems left by Ji Yaoguang, and selected nine of them and gave them to Lu Yusheng. When she was practicing writing, she wrote "Twelve lanyards and leaning again, the deep alliance is like a paper and a line." This kind of so-called poetry, isn't they the ending of today?

"Listen to this "Xijiang Moon"." Entrusted by Chang Yu, Lu Yusheng quickly began to move, and gave her the recorded sound to listen to, watching her suddenly fall into a lonely and caring face, and then silently lowered The head does not know how to speak. This song "Xijiang Moon" was written when the man left. She had known that she had collected her poems, so she quietly put it in the box.

——Don’t be idle, how about singing and drinking? At that time, Yanshi laughed and cast the pot and won the affectionate attention. I hope you are not old, and someone treats each other as before. By chance, I turned over the book of my old friend and looked back on the road.

Except for her who left, who else can bring that kind of throbbing feeling at the beginning? Both of them are arrogant and stubborn people. They turned around resolutely and seemed to verify her previous conjectures. All the love was lost in the endless quarrels and cold wars. It is no longer possible to write such words. Did you miss it? Taking a deep breath, Chang Yu's voice was full of nasal sounds: "Yes, I'm not in a hurry here. The bookstore is still in preparation, and it will take at least half a year to complete."

For more than half a year, it was enough to make this age of entertainment to death gradually forget her as a person. It was only by chance that when she saw a similar role, she was moved that Chang Yu was no longer there. Seeing the completion of the bookstore from scratch, all layouts are designed in accordance with Chang Yu's wishes. On one side are antique thread-bound ancient books, which seem to be piled in the dark historical river, and on the other side are warm sunshine like broken gold Spilled and drove away all the haze. This bookstore was not prepared for profit at the beginning, but more like a landscape design, providing a place to stop for visitors.

"You listen to this music carefully, it's like the voice of Tianhou Lu, and this melody..."

"I also think that if you don't ask, I haven't heard the song here."

"Why don't you go to the sister at the front desk and ask?"

There have never been a lot of whispers like this, and art has always been interlinked. Many senior fans who come here to read books can accurately identify the tone that belongs to their idol from the millions of tones. The news is that the album is called "Starlight", but the front desk is silent on the lyrics, music, and producer. Many albums of the same name have been turned up on the Internet, but none of them are the same as it. Someone recorded the music and uploaded it to the Internet, but because it was not complete, only a few people left traces in their memories.

It's like a meteor falling from the horizon.

Chang Yu spent a long time in the room on the second floor of the bookstore. The excellent sound insulation kept her in a silent embrace, and occasionally a few machine cutting noises were heard. Placed on the Bogu shelf on the west side of the door, there are more and more wooden gadgets, which inevitably arouses some people's questions.

If Changyu was cold and alienated at the beginning, and he was looking for a balance between not close and not far in his life, then now it can be described as indifference and gloom. I don’t know how long it has not been in the sun. , As if to be completely isolated from the world. This state is not just Lu Yusheng, even Qiao Xi is deeply worried. She once contacted Ji Yaoguang secretly, but there was no news, as if she had evaporated from the world. To let Chang Yu come out of the indifferent world became the common pursuit of Lu Yusheng and Qiao Xi. It's just that all kinds of admonitions are useless, it's not as good as the gentle hands of time, at least it seems to have smoothed the scars on the face.

When Chang Yu took the initiative to invite, Lu Yusheng was still a little surprised. When he saw the pale face in the white sweater standing in the sun, his heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that Ji Yaoguang's departure also brought all of Chang Yu's spirits into harmony. Is all the pride taken away? As she approached Chang Yu, her gaze slipped to her left hand inadvertently, and the faint scar seemed to be healed, and was severed by another wound.

Perceiving Lu Yusheng's sight, Chang Yu slipped his hand into his pocket, and faintly replied, "I left it when I was making something, it's okay." After a pause, she chuckled again, "Not to say Did you find another gourmet shop? Don’t you take me to see it?"

Even if she found the taste of strong smile, she still walked out of the house, maybe she has already decided to change her mood? One year is enough time for her to forget many things. Lu Yusheng withdrew his gaze and swallowed a sigh back into his stomach. There is not even a plaque on the facade of a small restaurant, and it is deserted and unattended. When Lu Yusheng led Chang Yu to step in, the lady boss greeted him with surprise.

"Don't look at the number of people here, things are many times better than other stores, and the lady boss is also very diligent in researching new dishes." Lu Yu chuckled lightly, pointed to the thin woman who came forward, and said, " She is the boss’s wife and her name is An Muyu."

"Hello." Chang Yu nodded slightly.

"Eh? Yes, it's often--" The blushing vine was on her cheeks, just like the morning glow at the first day of rising. Because of tension and excitement, An Muyu's tongue began to knot, and it took a long time to smooth the sentence." Is it Teacher Chang Yuchang?" The voice fell, and without waiting for a response, she lowered her head, and her hands slumped to her side, grabbing the corner of her clothes a little uneasily.

"It's me." Chang Yu's voice was dull, like a glass of tasteless boiled water, but it was enough to make An Muyu who had seen the goddess overjoyed, ran back to a small room, and when he came out, With more paper and pen, she glanced at Chang Yu a little shyly, and asked anxiously, "You, can you sign me?"

"You can use your craft first and then ask for an autograph." Lu Yusheng laughed, reaching out and pushing the notebook back, "First go to the flower bar you brewed yourself."

When ordering the food, Chang Yu didn't say a word either, looking at the wine jar on the table, her thoughts didn't know where to drift away. At some point, I don't know what kind of crazy Ji Yaoguang was going to make. He got the ancient recipe and started making wine. After several attempts, he succeeded, but the one who was not good at drinking was completely drunk. She didn't know where she got a recipe for "sweet-scented osmanthus thick wine". She tried to do it twice and three times, but the plan was stranded because of various things.

"Boss Ann’s craftsmanship is good. Her parents are in this industry, and she also goes to school." Lu Yu paused, then smiled lightly, "She is your die-hard fan, and she does everything you play. I've seen it. She said that when she heard the news of your withdrawal from the entertainment industry, her eyes were red and swollen from crying."

Chang Yu spoke indifferently: "Why pour unnecessary feelings on a stranger."

"I was a stranger at the beginning, so isn't it someone you know now?" Lu Yu snorted softly, "I have walked so many places, and there are few restaurants that let me go back and forth. This is one of them."

"It tastes good." When he left, Chang Yu left a four-word comment, and stood by the door looking at the sky in the distance. An airplane passed by the cloud like fish scales, her lips Horn raised a faint smile, but soon fell silent.

There is a magazine and newspaper cabinet in the bookstore. Most of the people staying here are looking for some gossip news, but now that the Internet news is so developed, few people are looking for content from paper media. Chang Yu spends less and less time online. She didn't know and didn't want to know about some external developments, but when she returned to the bookstore, the latest issue of the entertainment magazine on it ran into her unexpectedly. Eyes. There was a slow and lazy smile on that familiar face-as if everything that had happened before had never hit her.

Chang Yu didn't know how he approached the cabinet, and he opened the magazine with trembling hands, browsing the information almost at a glance. Ji Yaoguang answered the reporter’s question. She finally saw her name linked to her again. The long-form content left a faint trace in her mind, leaving only a heavy echo:

Ji Yaoguang is back, she is back!

"Boss?" The people on the side saw Chang Yu's abnormality and spoke with some worry.

Chang Yu took a step back and put the magazine back on the shelf heavily. She raised an ugly smile and said, "I'm fine, how can I be wrong?" Aren't she two straight lines with Ji Yaoguang, in an instant After staggering, they ran in their respective directions. Isn't it a bad ending? Fingertips were a little pale, Chang Yu bit his lower lip, his face pale as paper. Staggering up the wooden stairs, he woke up the people reading.

How could the face that flashed before my eyes look like Chang Yu?

"She came back. She said that her next focus was on acting, and many people are waiting for the transformation of Ji Yaoguang, the vase." Josie called to inform Chang Yu of the news. She knew Chang Yu's heart I was still thinking about something, but every time when she finished speaking, there was a long silence with a little sigh.

"Oh? Really? That's good too." The floating voice didn't seem to come from his own mouth. Chang Yu sat on the bed with his hands on his knees. The voice from the headphones was mixed with concern, but this warmth But can't drive away the darkness of the whole body.

"Why don't you contact her?"

When Josie asked these words impulsively, Chang Yu suddenly looked up and wanted to laugh. It took a while before she heard her own voice: "She walked so decisively, isn't it just to break contact with me completely? When I came back, I was going back to an entertainment circle without Chang Yu, and there was no cloud over her head ever since."

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