Reef

On the weekend, Gu Zhan drove Zhou Muzhen to the small villa that he hadn't been to for a long time.When he arrived at the small villa, Zhou Muzhen found that the grass in the garden had grown tall, and some scorched grass was hiding in the grass in troubled waters, and he was still unwilling to leave.

The biggest tree in the garden has sprouted new branches due to the arrival of spring.When Zhou Muzhen saw the tire swing hanging from the branch, his heart skipped a beat.

"I like this swing." Saying so, Zhou Muzhen had already stepped on the path that was almost swallowed by the weeds, and walked under the tree.The surface of the tire had become a little dry and cracked due to the wind and rain, but this did not prevent Zhou Muzhen from sitting on it.

Gently swaying along the wind, the early spring wind is mixed with a bit of biting winter, but most of it is warm.Maybe it's because the food is too delicious and fat, or the ropes hanging from the branches are worn out.Before Zhou Muzhen could swing for two or three rounds, he was slammed to the ground.

Gu Zhan didn't expect such an incident, so he hurried to help Zhou Muzhen.Unexpectedly, just as he was about to help Zhou Muzhen's back, he was slapped back by the other party.

Did this fall bring back the memory?Gu Zhan didn't dare to make a sound, he just stood aside like a kid who was caught cheating in an exam.Unexpectedly, the end point of that slap was Zhou Muzhen's glasses. It turned out that the slap had shifted the glasses, and he was about to help them up.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Muzhen adjusted his glasses, and saw Gu Zhan standing beside him like an idiot.

The sun shone on Zhou Muzhen's cheeks through the rustling leaves blown by the wind, revealing puddles of split sunlight, but the edges were soft and very beautiful.

"Let's... go in?" Gu Zhan pointed to the door waiting to be opened, then knelt down to help Zhou Muzhen, who was still a little dazed by the slap just now.Think about it too, how could it be possible to restore the memory so casually?

As soon as he entered the door, Gu Zhan saw the invitation letter dropped on the ground with sharp eyes.But before he picked it up, Zhou Muzhen picked it up first.With his piano-playing hand, he took apart the wax that had been taken apart once, and then took out the beautifully typesetting invitation letter.

"Gu Zhan, what is this?" Zhou Muzhen shook the invitation letter in his hand, obviously he didn't remember that he put the invitation letter in the envelope, "Piano competition...do you still like this?"

"Me!" Gu Zhan still couldn't bear to tell Zhou Muzhen what happened on the day of the piano competition, but he still said, "No...you played the piano."

Speaking of this, Zhou Muzhen couldn't help but look at his left hand which was still in the recovery period. He moved a little bit, but the little finger was still a little dull, but it was much better than at the beginning.

As if realizing that he had stayed at the door for too long, Zhou Muzhen quickly stuffed the invitation letter back into the envelope and put it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.Then, he followed Gu Zhan into the house.

The house that has been dusted for several months is bound to have some flying dust, Zhou Muzhen lightly brushed the surface of the coffee table in front of the sofa with his hands.The brown-red paint is covered with a thin layer of dust, and when the fingertips touch it, there is a clean trace.He is a stranger who has just arrived, but he visits the house with nostalgia.

On the record shelf, Zhou Muzhen saw a photo of a red-haired girl.The feeling brought by the photos is warm, but also a little distressed.It's a pity that he couldn't find any information about this girl in his brain at all, he could only vaguely remember that Gu Zhan had mentioned such a girl.

"Do you remember her name?" Gu Zhan came over, "I told you that night, Anita."

"Anita..." Zhou Muzhen chewed the name over and over in his mouth, it was familiar, but unfortunately he couldn't remember it.He has decided not to pursue the ethereal past any more, and he is born to look forward.

Even if what he is about to abandon is an ocean, he doesn't mind starting over from a small stream and converging into an ocean again.