Only the moon will know

The dialed number no longer belonged to Zhou Qingchun.

So, Zeng Xinyan quietly hung up the microphone, turned around and dragged her luggage to the way she came, until the twilight covering the earth swallowed her up.

Three days later, Zhou Qingchun bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums and went to Ansheng Pavilion to see Jiang Wenwen.The place where Wenwen's ashes were placed was only found out after some investigation by her.

Zhou Qingchun found out that someone had just visited Wenwen, and there was a bunch of white calla lilies in front of her tablet.

There are crystal drops of water on the petals of the calla lily, which shows that the people who came to mourn her have just left.

Zhou Qingchun never thought that that person would be Zeng Xinyan.In the last second, she came from the right side of Ansheng Pavilion, and Zeng Xinyan left from the left side of Ansheng Pavilion.

She put the white chrysanthemum she brought next to the bouquet of calla lilies.Then, she raised her head and stared at Wen Wen in the photo.

The same action, just 10 minutes ago, also happened to another person——

Zeng Xinyan raised his head and stared at Jiang Wenwen in the photo.

This is a photo that Wenwen took many years ago. Zeng Xinyan also has one, which is Wenwen's favorite photo of herself.

In the photo, she tied her long hair up, making her look extraordinarily energetic. At that time, she had a pointed chin, a full forehead, bright eyes, and the smile on her lips evoked a pair of sweet dimples.

Zeng Xinyan just stared at her silently like that, she was not without guilt and sadness, because at this moment, she had the courage to face her without squinting.

All along, she only knew how to avoid her in every possible way. She always carefully protected herself from getting stuck in the vortex of their past feelings, and she even put an end to her memories.In fact, she underestimated herself and Wenwen too much.

Now, her mind is full of the little things they got along with each other in the later period.

Zeng Xinyan's emotions have calmed down a lot compared to last year, but when she thought of Wenwen committing suicide that day only a wall away from her and she was powerless to save her, she couldn't help lowering her head, tears welling up in her eyes...

Ansheng Pavilion is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a beautiful environment, and the weather on this day is fine.

Zeng Xinyan did not leave, she sat on the lime chair under the willow tree in the park, looked at the clear blue sky without a single cloud, and looked around again, with a slight smile on her lips.

She felt satisfied that the environment here was quiet, and the only thing she could hear were chanting scriptures and the sound of ocean waves. Wenwen would definitely like it.

Everyone must go on the same path eventually, maybe leaving early is an early relief for Wenwen.

After Song Jiaming lost his wife, he was hit hard. Zeng Xinyan heard that he learned from the pain, and now he takes good care of Minmin, and even plans to take the child abroad for treatment of hemophilia.

For Zeng Xinyan, the saddest days are over.Now she only wants to remember the best parts of them, and those unbearable memories of the past are just a fleeting moment. She really can't live in the memory anymore, because what she can bear has reached an extreme.

Zhou Qingchun bowed deeply to Wenwen's posthumous photo, then turned and left slowly.

She stood on the steps and looked towards the park next to Ansheng Pavilion. The terrain there was lower than where she was, and the scenery in her eyes was very small. She saw a woman sitting under the willow tree. It was a silhouette.

Zhou Qingchun stood there for a long time, also looking at the blue and cloudless sky, letting her thoughts lead her wandering.

Just as she was about to walk down the steps towards the park, she suddenly received a call from Zeng Yanzhan.

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27. Reunite after a broken mirror

"Are you okay?" Zeng Yanzhan asked her on the phone.

I am used to playing ball together and going home together, and seeing each other every day is like three autumns apart.

"I'm fine, how about you?" Zhou Qingchun had already arrived near the park in Ansheng Pavilion.

Zeng Xinyan vaguely heard someone talking, which seemed to remind her of something, she looked at her watch and felt that it was time for her to leave.She got up from the lime chair and walked towards the steps.

At the other end of a row of thick hedges, Zhou Qingchun happened to walk over.She said to the person on the phone: "Play ball? Mmm! Okay, I'll go to the court by myself tonight."

Zeng Xinyan walked through the flowers and stepped up the steps again, but Zhou Qingchun had already reached the intersection, and a taxi drove up to her in good time.

The car roared by, Zhou Qingchun raised his eyes in a trance, only to catch a glimpse of a vague and slender figure passing by quickly outside the car window.

After playing that night, Zhou Qingchun and Zeng Yanzhan went to the roadside stand to drink water as usual.

The night was as cold as water, and they were relatively silent.

Except for being extremely lively on the court, Zhou Qingchun was extremely silent for the rest of the time, and Zeng Yanzhang could tell at a glance that she had something on her mind.

He frowned and looked at her, and said with concern: "You seem to have something you can't solve?"

Zhou Qingchun played with the suction pipe in her hand absent-mindedly. She didn't recover until Zeng Yanzhang spoke. She managed to force a smile and said, "I'm fine."

"You missed the appointment that day, and my sister was the first to express her disappointment. If she knew that you were the Tai Yin who wrote the novel, she would be very excited."

Zhou Qingchun secretly glanced at Zeng Yanzhan, feeling a little sad because she knew that she didn't go to Zeng Yanzhan's house a few days ago, and she wouldn't go tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even in the future.

Zeng Yanzhang was a good person, she couldn't bring him a hope that would be shattered at any time.

From the beginning she didn't want to hurt him.Maybe she should be thankful that she hasn't done any harm yet, she just let him down, and disappointment doesn't constitute harm.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Zeng Yanzhang suddenly said: "Maybe you are not ready yet, I will wait for you."

"No, you don't have to wait for me." Zhou Qingchun almost blurted out.

It wasn't just Zeng Yan who was stunned, even Zhou Qingchun was stunned by his bluntness.She had no choice but to explain bitterly: "There are still many people and things worth pursuing in life, but it is definitely not me. I am not worth making you wait."

Zeng Yanzhang is a smart person who knows how to advance and retreat, so he immediately understood what he said.Although he didn't know how to answer the words for a moment, he nodded tolerantly.

"I used to be very stubborn to wait for someone, but in the end, not only did I not get the real answer, but I regretted it.

If that person does show up, you don't have to wait, you can't wait to be together, and that spark can be ignited or extinguished in an instant. "

Zhou Qingchun lowered his head and decided to tell the truth: "I have someone in my heart that I can't let go of..."

"The one whose name is only one letter different from mine?"

Zhou Qingchun looked up at him with a very surprised expression.How did he gain insight?

Knowing that his guess was correct, Zeng Yanzhang couldn't help laughing: "I said that I am like Zhou Mengshu in the novel, he is a sensitive man, and I am the same."

It turns out that there are still such delicate men in the world, but it is a pity that Zhou Qingchun has met, and there is still no way to have a greater chemical effect with him.

No matter how good a man came to him, she could only rely on and cherish them as brothers. There was still something missing in that relationship.

It's like being on a field, when the opponent has already started, or even approached the finish line, but she is still standing still, unable to move in embarrassment.She was envious of Lao Zeng's sister, she had such a good brother.

While driving, Zeng Yanzhan said softly: "I always thought that we were destined. Maybe it's just an illusion."

"I have a selfish idea." Zhou Qingchun said a little pretendingly relaxed.

Zeng Yan glanced at her: "What selfish thoughts?"

"I selfishly hope that we will still be good friends in the future."

"Of course." Zeng Yanzhan replied without thinking, his attitude was calm.

Zhou Qingchun felt a little surprised that Lao Zeng was indeed a cheerful and open-minded person.

She nodded happily, and let's just believe that this sentence is true. Whether it is effective or not, there is no need to say more, and time will testify.

"I'll still ask you to play golf. But..." At this point, Zeng Yanzhan paused for a moment before continuing, "I still don't like blind dates."

He said he laughed first, and Zhou Qingchun laughed too.

Two weeks later, Zhou Qingchun returned to her old residence.

She wanted to get back the mosaic mirror and the mosaic of the Seine, as well as some odds and ends.

At the beginning, she had told Mrs. Yang that she would come back to get the things back in the future, and hoped that she would keep them for her temporarily.

An employee of a moving company has already loaded the painting onto the truck.Mrs. Yang wrapped the mosaic mirror in newspaper, put it in a plastic bag, tied it with woolen rope, and handed it to Zhou Qingchun.

When Zhou Qingchun was leaving, Mrs. Yang suddenly stopped her: "By the way, Miss Zhou, I almost forgot one thing."

Zhou Qingchun stopped at the threshold.

"A man came here not long ago to look for you."

Zhou Qingchun was a little surprised: "Who is it?"

"It's a woman."

"female?"

Mrs. Yang tried her best to describe the woman in her mouth: "I don't think she looks like a local, she doesn't speak pure Chinese, she is tall, neither fat nor thin, her hair is above her shoulders, she was dragging a luggage that day... "

As soon as Zhou Qingchun heard Mrs. Yang's description, a clear outline had already appeared in his mind: that was Zeng Xinyan!It was Zeng Xinyan who was worried about her!

"When did she come?" Zhou Qingchun couldn't help getting excited.

Mrs. Yang thought for a while before saying: "At least it happened about two or three months ago, I can't remember clearly."

It has been so long!Zhou Qingchun