Meet Lijiang

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Yang Hui looked at Zhuang Zijing and was stunned for a moment: "You are really different from others."

"People are different from each other."

"You are like this, people like it very much." Yang Hui's voice lost the smile and became cautious.

Zhuang Zijing smiled, and turned to look at Yang Hui who was a little embarrassed: "I just want to be someone I like."

After a moment of silence, Yang Hui seemed to understand Zhuang Zijing's words: "Yes, if a person doesn't even like himself, then what's the point?"

"So, if you like mountains, you have to be brave enough to accept the challenges of mountains. Just stand on the viewing corridor and look at the scenery. It looks like it's high above, so that everything can be seen at a glance, but where is the real mountain? It's just a comfort. I want to see it. The mountain doesn't have the courage to really get in touch with the mountain." Zhuang Zijing raised her head and looked at the blue sky divided by the branches.Life seems to be like this, and we are deceiving ourselves and others a lot of the time.

☆、Chapter 13 predecessor appears

Those who have passed away, let them pass away. Our miss is not because we can't make a choice, but because we can't stick to it.

-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------ Zhuang Sheng travels down to the bottom of the mountain, the two sit on a big rock panting, Zhuang Zijing takes off his shoes and prepares to hand them Yang Hui, but after a moment of hesitation, she put the shoes aside, put on her high heels, and then squatted down, wanting to see Yang Hui's feet.

Yang Hui shrank his feet: "What the hell?"

"See if your feet are okay."

"It's all right." Yang Hui said, bending down to pick up his sneakers and getting ready to put them on.

Zhuang Zijing reached out and grabbed Yang Hui's feet, and took off her socks: "The socks are so dirty with mud and sand that the original color can't be seen clearly, how can I continue to wear them. Let's buy them again on the street later."

After taking off the socks, Yang Hui hissed softly, and Zhuang Zijing realized that the inside of Yang Hui's feet had been punctured, but the blood had solidified and glued the feet to the socks. , blood came out again.

Although the wound was not serious, Zhuang Zijing was still so nervous that she didn't know what to do.There is no hospital here, not even a small clinic, and there is still a long way to the street.

Yang Hui smiled, reached for Zhuang Zijing's bag, found a bag of wet tissues from inside, opened it, took a piece and wiped the soles of his feet, then took his sneakers and put them on his feet: "Let's go, just It's a little bit farther, although the fungus has not been picked, but there will be some next year."

After speaking, she stood up and walked towards the direction of the parked motorcycle.

Looking at her thin and tall back, Zhuang Zijing felt a different kind of emotion in her heart: such a person should be brave, and dare to face danger and pain.

Riding a motorcycle, the two quickly returned to the cobbled street, bought some disinfectant and band-aids at a small pharmacy to treat the wound a bit, and then went to a small store selling socks.

The small shop is also a wooden building, with people living upstairs and business downstairs, and the shop for business has a beautiful carved wooden door, and there is a threshold about [-] centimeters high under the wooden door.

When Zhuang Zijing stepped across the threshold with one foot, she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice behind her: "Zijing."

Zhuang Zijing turned her head and saw the woman in the black padded shirt under the bright sunlight.Her neckline is still open with two buttons, and the collar is slightly slanted, revealing a little of the skin on her chest. Her face still has the same habitual indifference and arrogance as it did many years ago, but her eyes are filled with Some vicissitudes and eagerness that are different from the past.

Although it was already afternoon, the sun was very dazzling, and the sunlight on this woman seemed to be too dazzling. Zhuang Zijing narrowed her eyes slightly, and then felt that she continued to breathe.

Many years ago, when Zhuang Zijing saw her in the library for the first time, she was also like this. She was wearing a dark shirt with two buttons open, and her face was indifferent and arrogant. She was a star in the department, not only because She has outstanding grades, outstanding family background, and because of her indifferent and unruly appearance.She always walks alone, easily catches the eyes of a group of people, and then coldly refuses the approach of others.

Even when she took the initiative to sit next to Zhuang Zijing in an open class at school for the first time, Zhuang Zijing thought it was just because she didn't like to please her and get close to her like everyone else.

And when she met Zhuang Zijing more and more, until one time when she was reading a book in the library, she said to Zhuang Zijing, "Let's go for a walk."

Then, Zhuang Zijing foolishly followed her out of the library and strolled under the street lights of the school.Even at this time, Zhuang Zijing didn't understand why she and she became so-called friends in the eyes of others.

It wasn't until she suddenly hugged Zhuang Zijing and kissed her on the lips at a place where thick branches blocked the streetlights that Zhuang Zijing understood the meaning of the so-called friends.

Once upon a time, Zhuang Zijing was full of confidence in the indifferent and uninhibited person. She believed that such a person would not easily succumb to the pressure of the world, and would be able to show enough courage to lead her own life in the face of society, family and future. Let's walk together……

Her name is Yan Yu, her senior sister in college, and Zhuang Zijing's ex-girlfriend.

"Zijing..." Yan Yu walked by.

"Who is she?" Yang Hui behind him stopped walking into the small shop, turned around, and saw her coming over.

Zhuang Zijing turned her head to look at Yang Hui, with an unnatural smile on her face: "A former friend."

"Oh." Yang turned around and continued to look for socks.

Zhuang Zijing hesitated for a moment, took back the foot that had already stepped into the small shop, and smiled at Yan Yu: "Coincidentally, you are playing here too."

The expression on Yan Yu's face remained the same, but his eyes swept over Zhuang Zijing's disheveled hair and clothes covered with pine needles and mud: "Unfortunately, I have been looking for you for several days, and I have been waiting for you today Most of the day. It seems that you are going to climb a mountain."

"Wait for me? And how do you know I'm here." Zhuang Zijing was a little puzzled.

"In the morning you wrote a travel note on the Internet, saying that today you are at dawn. I saw this street in your travel note." Yan Yu said, his eyes swept across the stone-paved street, and then turned back to Zhuang Zijing .

"Oh, then what do you want from me?" Zhuang Zijing asked.

Yan Yu pursed his lips: "Let's find a place to eat. Sit down and chat."

"I still have friends." Zhuang Zijing pointed to the small shop.

Yan Yu looked at the people who were picking out socks in the small shop: "Then let's have dinner together."

"See if she has time." After Zhuang Zijing finished speaking, she turned around and entered the small shop, and walked to Yang Hui's side: "She said to invite us to dinner. Are you free?"

Yang Hui picked up a pair of socks and said to Zhuang Zijing while paying, "Let me take it. The friendship of the landlord."

Zhuang Zijing looked at Yang Hui wearing socks, and said with a smile, "I'd better treat her. She is my former friend, and you are my current friend. They are all related to me."

Yang Hui bent over, turned his head to look at Zhuang Zijing and smiled playfully: "Speaking of which, I kiss you more than she kisses you. She is the past, I am the present, maybe it will be the future."

Zhuang Zijing's depressed mood because of Yan Yu was greatly improved by Yang Hui's words, but she just smiled and didn't say anything else.Once, Yan Yu and himself were the closest people.

I found a restaurant that specializes in fish on the street, and the three sat down around a low table. The boss introduced them enthusiastically, and proudly pointed to some photos on the wall. They were photos of Ren Xianqi and him. Ren Xianqi, a star, ate here when he was playing at dawn, and it has become a sign of this restaurant since then.

"How have you been these past few years?" After an embarrassing silence, Zhuang Zijing opened the topic.