Chapter 747

Zhuoyang didn't expect Greenwich to have such a quiet place. The garden at the foot of the mountain is so empty, but the road up the mountain is like a path. However, sun Yumei called it the mountain, while Zhuoyang thought it was the first-order slope at best.

Greenwich, a big London town, is supposed to be a bustling tourist attraction. Maybe because it's not a weekend, or because of today's winter rain, the upper reaches of the town are sparsely populated, and the streets are quite deserted. For the British, sunshine is always a luxury.

Today and tomorrow are Zhuoyang's only two free days in the winter break. The day after tomorrow, madibao will be back in focus and start preparing for the second half of the season. Because of the world cup, the schedule is earlier than usual. These two days are also the two most expected by Zhuoyang during the winter break, because he had planned to come to London to find sun Yumei, the girl he knew 16 years ago.

He is coming to tell Yumei that he loves her.

Leaving Lacan palace full of flowers, farewell to the reluctant little midair, leaving sharachi alone, Zhuoyang can't wait to come to London, with full vision, with a desire for love, like a deer only looking for spring, Zhuoyang leaped to come.

The Old Royal Naval Academy has a simple history. There are several stubborn vines sticking out from its thick wall and white brick. There are some weeds under the stone slab wall. The weeds can easily be drilled out of the stone slab gap. Maybe it only takes a spring for them to occupy the whole area. From winter to spring, the cycle begins again and again, just like people's ambition, always spreading.

Originally painted into a milky white courtyard wall, the wall has fallen off mottled, in this cold rainy day, it seems more desolate.

Yumei's home is in Greenwich, which is famous for its small hillside crossing at noon. Because of the existence of this line, it is said that Greenwich is the starting point of time. However, time comes from chaos. For Zhuoyang, it has no beginning and no end. How can it start?

Maybe it can be the starting point of love.

Zhuoyang didn't inform Yumei in advance when she came. He wanted to surprise her. He likes her, and he believes that she must also like him. Sure enough, when Yumei suddenly heard Zhuoyang tell her that she was in Greenwich, she jumped over like a skylark, screaming and cheering. Zhuoyang holds a large transparent umbrella in his hand. He and she stand in the rain and stare at each other.

When he walked out of Heathrow airport, Zhuoyang bought the umbrella in a small supermarket. At that time, he thought that British department stores were really expensive. But when he found that the umbrella came from China, he felt that it was not so expensive.

Yu Mei's white face is tinged with red clouds. The black hair like crow's wings is tied behind her head. Her skin is white and snow is better than snow. Liu Mei's eyes are apricot. She looks up slightly. A pair of water cutting eyes are clear and soft. They are refreshing and pure. Zhuo Yang can't help but feel a move.

Zhuoyang and Yumei pick up steps along the hillside of the park. In rainy days, they always depend on each other for love. He snuggles up with her in the rain. Zhuoyang holds her hand and gradually clasps his fingers. He and she are walking very slowly.

Yumei and he recall the fun of childhood, the trivia of childhood, which is always hidden in memory. He said, she will listen, she said, he will listen.

Yu Mei told him that she recognized the "bad" deskmate from the newspaper at a glance two years ago, but when she met again, she found Zhuo Yang had forgotten her completely. How disappointed she was at that time.

Walking into the rain and fog filled forest, Zhuoyang felt like walking into a dream. The forest was so quiet that he could hear the rustle under his feet and even his heartbeat.

On the top of the hill is the ancient observatory. The instruments for observing the sky are like time recorders. At the foot of the mountain is Charlton club's Valley course. On the other side of the mountain, the ferris wheel on the Thames River stands a few kilometers away. They call it the London eye, but Zhuoyang thinks it should be called the London trap.

When she stepped on the top of the mountain, Yumei's words became less. She unscrewed the bottle cap of her drink from time to time, took a sip and another sip. Sometimes people don't drink water because they are thirsty. Yumei needs an action to calm her mood, even if she knows it's not possible.

Just now, Yumei saw tenderness and heat in his eyes. She saw Zhuoyang's eyes. Although Yumei didn't know what it was, it made her nervous.

In the famous little square, Zhuoyang and Yumei finally stopped, but the rain seemed more dense, and the umbrella top rolled down like tears. He and she look at each other in the rain again. Here is the starting point of time and the waiting of time.

He looked into Yumei's eyes, reluctant to look away. She looked into Zhuoyang's eyes and couldn't bear to move.

"Yumei, I like you very much. I want to be with you, Yumei, I love you! " The words that had not been spoken to Xiaoqing at that time are so natural at this moment, as if everything is natural.

Yumei's eyes were red, and she began to look at him with confusion and guilt, and a little sadness. Suddenly, Yumei stood on tiptoe, put her hands around Zhuoyang's neck, and kissed him fiercely.

For a moment, Zhuoyang was surrounded by great tenderness and happiness.

This kiss, warm and intense, as if forever, Yumei like to kiss Zhuoyang into his soul. Time has no starting point, nor is it the starting point of love. Zhuoyang is about to fall into this kiss completely. He tries to freeze the moment when he hugs the girl. Suddenly, her kiss leaves him as quickly as when he just came."Zhuo Yang Sorry! " Yumei's tears flowed down her white cheeks, interwoven with the messy drizzle.

"What?"

"Zhuoyang, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't let you misunderstand me. I'm sorry, Zhuoyang. Please forgive me. " She cried, she cried.

“……” Zhuoyang's brain is blank.

"Sorry, Zhuoyang, please don't blame me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry There is Love. " Lover, lover, lover.

"What? What do you say, Yumei. I don't quite understand. "

"I have a lover. I'm sorry, Zhuoyang. It's all my fault. I shouldn't let you misunderstand me. I'm sorry."

“…… Why, never Haven't you heard of it? You never mentioned it to me. "

How could it be so? Zhuoyang was shocked by the unexpected accident. His thinking was totally disordered. He didn't understand what happened. He just felt that the moment was turning around. In the cold winter rain, the umbrella is like a kite struggling powerlessly. The rain has wet his hair and scarf, her eyelashes and nose. The rain is gathering in the cracks of the square bricks under their feet.

At this time, Zhuoyang found that he and sun Yumei happened to be standing at the beginning of the noon. He was here and Yumei was there. Zhuoyang is in the eastern hemisphere, she is in the Western Hemisphere, this line separates them at both ends of the world.

"Sorry, Zhuoyang. I should have told you, my love, is Cauchy. "