After receiving a voice call from Lu Yanqing, Meng Wanyan's heart tightened and almost couldn't hold her phone firmly.

She quickly recalled the dialog box she saw just now, and the nearly 100 messages she sent out, and he must have seen them all!

This situation is like she is kneeling down and begging for a reunion!

Meng Wanyan became less calm the more she thought about it. She subconsciously bit her lip. Five years have passed between them, and her mood at the beginning has long been different from now.

When she sent those messages, she probably thought he was dead, but now, not only did he not die, he also appeared in front of her.

He was unwilling to say anything. She had been kept in the dark for the five years of her disappearance.

After five years of deception, how could she easily say forgiveness?

Meng Wanyan raised her head and blinked her sore eyes, and turned her head to look out the window.

Tonight's night sky was particularly beautiful, like a dark blue curtain with a few stars, and the solid-colored curtains were also slightly blown by the wind.

After the phone vibrated, she didn't answer, but the person on the other end of the phone was particularly patient. When the third time rang, Meng Wanyan took a deep breath and cheered herself up. Anyway, it was not the first time she answered his phone, so what's there to be afraid of?

Her fingertips were cold, and she slowly pressed the answer button, and the ringtone was interrupted. The screen showed that the call was in the middle of the call, but there was a strange silence around her.

Wanyan leaned against the wall, sat cross-legged on the ground, her eyes landed on the floor without any focal length. She held her cell phone and her breathing became lighter, as if she was waiting for Lu Yanqing to speak on her own initiative.

It took a long time before Meng Wanyan heard the sound coming from the other end of the phone. The man's voice was slightly pressed, and he was hoarse and low: "Yan'er, I've seen it all."

Lu Yanqing didn't know how to describe his current mood. For five years, he had faced the enemy's black muzzle and was directly stuck into his mouth by a long stick. His teeth were bitten into his stomach with blood mixed in. He had never bowed his head to beg for mercy, and his eyes were red.

But the more than one hundred messages that Wan Yan sent were harder than any torture he experienced. Every word and every word stabbed in his heart like a sharp blade, drawing countless blood holes, and blood flowed continuously.

During the five years of life and death, he handed himself over to the country, but left her alone.

He had never replied to any of the messages sent by Wanyan in the past five years. Before performing the mission, he changed his name and handed over everything that belonged to Lu Yanqing to the organization.

So she has been living in the shadow of his death. Lu Yanqing could not imagine how desperate Wanyan had in the past five years.

Lu Yanqing's throat seemed to be gambled by something, and it hurt like a fire, and it felt painful to swallow.

Meng Wanyan listened quietly, listening to him calling her Yan'er, as if she had responded to her hundreds of messages in the past five years.

Her eyes suddenly became hot, sour and sore, and tears came out suddenly, and her teeth were trembling. She felt unwilling to accept that she quickly wiped off the tears on her cheeks, sucked her nose, and pretended to be nothing: "So what if you see it."

That was written by Meng Wanyan five years ago to Lu Yanqing five years ago.

Time is a gentle scam, she is deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate herself, but who can guarantee that they will remain the same as before and will never change at all.

The girl's voice was choked with an indescribable sob. Lu Yanqing breathed, and his heart seemed to be clenched tightly, so stuffy that he was almost breathless.

He said: "Yan'er, can we be together again?"

The man's voice was tense, and in the patient silence, this sentence seemed to have been chewing it repeatedly between his lips and teeth countless times.

His tone was almost humble, and Meng Wanyan shrank, hugged her bent legs, and hot tears came out. She was like a dying fish, struggling every minute and every second.

The warm, salty and humid liquid slid across her cheeks, Wanyan slowly adjusted her breathing, constantly wiping away tears from her cheeks with the back of her hands, and her shoulders were trembling.

She bit her lip tightly and tried hard to endure it so that she would not cry.

At least, Lu Yanqing would not hear her now in such a messy and collapsed appearance.

Lu Yanqing held the phone tightly, with clear bones and strong strength as if he was about to crush it.

She didn't speak, he actually knew it.

She has suffered no less pain than his for the past five years. Now, the old things have been mentioned again, and the wounds that have not healed have been opened quietly again.

After a long time, Wanyan shook her head, and the tears on her cheeks slowly dried up. She blinked her sour eyes, and her throat, which had not made a sound for a long time, was a little hoarse.

"sorry."

Some words, Meng’s father and mother were right back then, Lu Yanqing was a soldier and life and death were uncertain.

She couldn't accept the five years he had never heard of. If she did it again, Wanyan was not sure if she still had the courage to bear Lu Yanqing's life and death again.

This time, she was really scared.

The girl's slightly hoarse voice slowly extinguished his hope of rekindling.

Lu Yanqing held the phone and was speechless for a moment. I wonder when Wanyan hung up the phone.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the news over and over again, and the torment in his heart became more.

—

On the day of the school anniversary, Meng Wanyan pushed all the work. Bai Jingning was still a little happy when she learned that she was going to attend the school anniversary.

"Do I want me to find a few reporters to take a few good photos and then take another hot search."

Bai Jingning knew that Meng Wanyan had done a lot of charity in recent years, but she just didn't make it public. Previously, at the Bazaar Charity Night, the artist donation rankings were released, and netizens mocked Wanyan for donating too much, and they were all those who stood and spoke without a headache.

When Meng Wanyan first entered the entertainment industry, she was incompatible with this bizarre circle. Most of the time, she would fight with black fans head-on, but she would say everything was wrong. Some people took it out of context and put the false stain on her.

It is precisely because she is a public figure that Wanyan can only swallow her anger at all the insults. Bai Jingning always warned her that if she wants to survive in this circle for a long time, she must learn to be patient.

So as to many false scandals, Wanyan's work team has always turned a blind eye. According to Bai Jingning, the more she becomes dark, the more thorough she will be cleaned up. This is how the first-line artists under her command come here.

If Bai Jingning announced the charity that Meng Wanyan has done over the years, it would probably be half of the number of black fans online, but Meng Wanyan has been reluctant to make it public, mainly because she is afraid that some people will say she will hype it up.

After hearing Bai Jingning's suggestion, Meng Wanyan refused directly. Bai Jingning shrugged helplessly, but she knew in her heart that Meng Wanyan would definitely have a wave of hot searches when she returned to her alma mater this time. She was ready for the press release and was waiting for a suitable opportunity.

—

The school anniversary was just this Sunday. Meng Wanyan drove over alone and arrived very early. There was a banner with white characters on red background with "Warm celebrating the 50th anniversary of No. 1 Middle School" hanging at the school gate.

At 7 a.m., there are few people at the school gate. Occasionally, students wearing school uniforms enter and exit. There are two French sycamore trees standing at the door. Several nearby convenience stores have become small supermarkets, which is a bit different from before.

Meng Wanyan got off the bus at the school gate. She was wearing a white strap-style ladies suit. The waist-closing design outlined the curve of her body. She also put on a light makeup. After getting off the bus, she walked towards the school. Occasionally, students who passed by noticed her, their eyes suddenly widened, and their faces were full of surprise and incredible.

Meng Wanyan didn't wear a baseball cap, and her delicate little face as big as a palm was seen clearly. She occasionally looked at the students, and the girls who were whispering blushed and said nothing.

Looking at the girls leaving, Meng Wanyan was a little envious of the school uniforms they wore. After seeing them too much, she seemed to follow time and slowly return to her first year of high school. That year, Lu Yanqing was only in her third year of high school.

One day, she happened to catch up with her aunt. A large piece of her school uniform was dyed on the back of her pants. She sat in the seat after school and did not dare to move, and her stomach hurt to death.

When Lu Yanqing came to find her, he saw the girl lying on the table, her face pale and a sick and desolate expression.

Meng Wanyan can get half of her life every time she comes to her. She has severe dysmenorrhea and can't even straighten her waist.

Later, when everyone in the school was almost exposed, Lu Yanqing took off his long-sleeved school uniform and tied it to her waist. Then, accompanied by the low nightfall, he carried her home.

That night, the boy carried his whole world on his thin but generous back.

Meng Wanyan lay on his back and was restless. She hooked her arm around his neck, and touched his Adam's apple from time to time with her hands, poked his cold and clean cheeks. She received a heavy warning from the boy. She was calm for two seconds, but she was unwilling to give up. She opened her mouth and bit her earlobe regardless of lightness or weight.

While enjoying his unique tenderness, she was also afraid of separation after the college entrance examination.

At that time, Meng Wanyan was Lu Yanqing's whole world, but Lu Yanqing was not the same as her.

So she bit his earlobe lightly like a prank, and what's even more licked the tip of her tongue.

Lu Yanqing's face was cold all the way, his lips were stiff, his eyebrows were furrowed, and a string was always tightened in his mind.

He felt the girl's lips gently pressing against his ears, his voice soft and soft, and the breath emitted between his lips and teeth was teasing, and his heart was trembling.

She said: "Lu Yanqing, will you fall in love with a girl other than me after graduation?"

The boy's Adam's apple rolled, curled his lips and chuckled: "No."

Meng Wanyan smiled when she heard this, tilted her head and rested it on his solid and warm shoulder, and asked again: "Will we break up in the future?"

Lu Yanqing carried her on her back, walked forward steadily step by step, and replied in a deep voice: "No."

The boy's tone was very light, but extremely firm, and every word fell into her heart.

At that moment, Meng Wanyan's eardrum was filled with her rapid heartbeat, making a banging sound.

Meng Wanyan leaned on his back with satisfaction, buried it in his shoulder with a smile, and responded in a low voice: "Then I will love you more and more."

What is a long-distance relationship? It’s enough for them to fall in love.

The backs of those wearing school uniforms went further and further away. It was not until Wanyan heard someone calling her name behind her that she came back to her senses.

Principal Zhang had arrived at some point. She was afraid that Wanyan would not find the place, so she took a look at the time and planned to wait for someone at the school gate, but she didn't expect to meet her here.

Principal Zhang is nearly 60 years old, but he looks full of energy and his eyebrows are the same as before.

Wanyan looked at it and felt warm in her heart, and her lips curled up and smiled: "Principal Zhang, why are you here?"

Principal Zhang looked at her with a look of relief: "I'm afraid you won't come again. I haven't seen you for more than two years, but you kid haven't changed at all."

Wanyan smiled and touched the tip of her nose, "So, you are still the same as when you were young."

Principal Zhang was amused by her words: "You just know how many years have passed since then. Time is unforgiving, so who will remain the same?"

Wanyan nodded, feeling that time is unforgiving and no one will remain the same.

Seeing that it was still early, Principal Zhang took Wanyan to the school history museum. She hadn't come for two years, but the school changed a lot.

The children who previously sponsored by Wanyan are now very promising, and several graduates have been admitted to key colleges and universities this year.

Principal Zhang: "Actually, there is another girl who really wants to see you this time. She used to be donated by you when she was in her first year of high school. Now she is in her sophomore year, and this time, she came from the school for a special occasion to see you."

Wanyan paused: "Then does she know who I am?"

Principal Zhang smiled and shook his head, "I didn't say this, but I'm actually looking forward to what expression she would look like when she sees you."
To be continued...