It was Tuesday, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Wange was holding the phone in one hand, talking about the phone while walking out, and as soon as she walked out of the school gate, she saw a man not far away hanging up the phone and waving to her.

Mu Wange hung up the phone, and after the man hung up the phone, he opened the car door behind him, took out a handful of pink roses from inside, and strode over.

Bright pink, with dew drops on it, as if it had just been picked and delivered.

"Miss Mu, please sign for your flowers."

Mu Wange looked at the pink rose, reached out and took it a little distractedly, and signed his name.

……

On her eighth birthday, Xi Nancheng led her to stand outside a flower shop and asked her, "Not small, what flowers do you like?" ”

"That." She pointed to a cluster of pink roses in the flower shop, she didn't know what kind of flowers it was, but she thought it was very beautiful.

Xi Nancheng led her in, asked the price, took out the crumpled money from his pocket and bought six sticks, and gave them to her.

It was his third birthday with her, and he gave her six pink roses, and good things came in pairs.

After that, every birthday, he would add two, and the flowers she held in her hand every year knew that they were twenty-eight, and in a flash, it had been fourteen years.

……

Mu Wange is holding the pink roses in her hand, which is actually not a very precious variety, but standing at the school gate and holding a large bouquet still causes others to discuss.

doesn't want to be watched, since she and Gu Yanshen got married, what she wants most is to shrink her sense of existence.

Mu Wange walked forward briskly holding the flower that was about to block her vision, and sat in when she saw a taxi pull away.

"Miss, where are you going?"

The car moved forward slowly, and the singer was still holding flowers on the song, and she was still losing her mind after getting into the car.

"Master, you can open it casually first, thank you."

"Okay." The taxi driver is also an old driver, and he has carried people of all kinds and seen various scenes, and this is not the first time that a woman has rushed into the car and let him drive casually.

I found a way that wouldn't block and drove forward.

……

Mu Wange sat in the car, the fragrance of roses rushed into her nose, and her vision was a little dazed.

Last night, she seemed to be deliberately avoiding something, reading a book and seeing that she turned off the light and lay on the bed at ten o'clock, she suddenly opened her eyes after a while after closing her eyes, reached out to touch her mobile phone, muted the mobile phone and then breathed a sigh of relief, and then forced herself to sleep.

After sleeping for a long time, he suddenly woke up, opened his eyes in the dark, and Mu Wange found that the dark bedroom was lit. When I looked over, it was the mobile phone screen on my bedside table that was lit up.

I turned my head to look at the phone screen in a daze, and I didn't feel sleepy.

The phone screen turned on for a while, and then it automatically dimmed, and the room fell into darkness again.

His hand reached out to the headboard as if he had a conscious consciousness, and took the blackened mobile phone to his hand. Staring at the phone in the dark with wide eyes, he pressed the phone and slid away.

It's a text message.

"Evening, happy birthday."

Stuck at twelve o'clock in the morning......

She deliberately went to bed early just to avoid it, afraid that she would wait for her birthday wishes in the early morning, which was a habit, and now she didn't want to let go of this habit.

It is no longer possible for two people, he is no longer the Xi Nancheng she knows, and she doesn't want to live in the past. It's just that this habit has become like a biological clock, and it still makes her open her eyes consciously at twelve o'clock.

Make this night a sleepless night.