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I was impulsive that night.

Bai Ruozhi, who I have gotten along with, is quiet and energetic, introverted and lively, has many interesting ideas and insights, and can also be a good listener.She naturally exudes a kind of temperament that everything subsides when it enters the water, and she has always been gentle and gentle.

So seeing Bai Ruozhi's mind wandering all the time, with an expression of "I'm thinking about others", I don't feel very comfortable.

Instead of thinking of others, think of me.

When I came up with this idea, I was also taken aback for a moment, and felt that this trend was a bit bad.

Seeing her flushed and shy and embarrassed, she is so cute and charming that people want to take her a step further.

I said to myself, stop it.

On the way back, Bai Ruozhi was obviously more at a loss. Even if I approached her inadvertently, she would react excitedly and jump away, even hesitating whether to get in my car or not.

I helped her open the back door and said, "Sit down, there are gifts for you from Shanghai inside."

She lowered her head slightly to look at the two overpacked boxes, and as expected, she refused.

I went around to the driver's seat, put the key in, and said, "Take it, I'm going back to the United States soon, just keep it as a souvenir."

I turned on the lights inside the car, and waited for a while for Bai Ruozhi to sit in. I looked at her from the rearview mirror, probably because of the light, the blush on her face had long since faded, and her lips were even a little pale.

One month later, I completed all the tasks for returning home.

I remembered that when I was in California before, everyone went their separate ways after graduation.

When I said goodbye to Palm Avenue at Stanford, I felt like I was missing something.

Eric, the drummer in the band, told me, Rory, you should go back to China.

After booking the plane ticket two days later, I looked through the news records with Bai Ruozhi, and we haven't seen each other for more than a month since then.

In the middle two days, she sent some greetings, but at that time I had something to do, so the reply was not timely.It seems that she also noticed something, and our communication gradually decreased.

The night before the departure, I made a video call with Eric and told him that the music exhibition has been negotiated, got a few good Chinese style samples, and reached cooperation with several club investors.

Eric said he didn't want to hear me say this, he asked me seriously: "Did you find what you were looking for?"

I held the ink leaf on the table in the palm of my hand and said, "I found it, but..." I rubbed the tip of the leaf habitually with my fingers, "I will probably be left in China."

It turned out that when November approached, there would be sudden thunderstorms, and the torrential rain washed against the French windows of the airport lobby, making dense drumming sounds, as if they were about to break through the windows.

I sat on the waiting seat and looked out the window. I saw the dazzling lightning piercing the night sky for an instant, and the night sky was reflected in the sky slightly purple. It was a grand funeral.

The flight was delayed without incident, and I put the magazine aside. On the cover was a male model with hollow eyes and a face as delicate as a dummy.

The screen in the lobby showed 22:00, I picked up my phone and saw the message from Bai Ruozhi an hour ago.

I replied to her: "The flight is delayed."

There was no response for a long time, so I sent again: "Already asleep?"

This time I got a quick reply: "Not yet." The poplar tree outside the window was being blown by the strong wind and its branches and leaves were falling.

I dialed her number.

The ringtone was picked up on the third loop, and she called my name on the phone: "Lu Mo." The voice sounded a bit harsh.

She asked me if something was wrong.

I actually don't know why I made this call: "Maybe this may be the last non-international call." I half-jokingly said.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and the sound of sobbing gradually sounded.

There was another bolt of lightning and thunder outside the window, and my heart sank heavily.

The crying on the phone became louder and louder, I heard Bai Ruozhi crying almost out of breath, I could see her moist and red eye sockets, the tears were gurgling down like an overflowing lake.

Clearly, it was as if she was crying right next to my ear: "It's raining too much, the power has stopped... Lu Mo, I... I'm so scared... I don't want... to be here alone..."

It turned out that her tears and her weakness could easily grab all my thoughts, and calmness and rationality were completely boring at this moment.

"Lu Mo...can you...don't go..."

It turns out that I just need her to keep me, and I don't want to care about anything.

I tried my best to calm down the turbulent waves in my chest, and made my voice sound calmer, but my throat was hoarse when I opened my mouth: "Where are you?"

you are so,

Heartbreaking.

It's exciting.