Chapter 50 Epilogue (1)

Because of the fog, the ferry was late again.But Nalan didn't mind, she didn't have an appointment, she didn't need to be on time, she immersed herself in the mist, and felt a sense of independence from the world. Although, in this world, there are too many people and things that make her nostalgic. But when the ferry was approaching the shore, Nalan's heartbeat began to speed up, and he began to seriously consider whether he should set foot on this small island again.Damn it, I don't know when, I became a person who can do whatever he wants. She looked around.Is there still a pair of eyes watching secretly?Sikong Qing is still waiting to recover in the hospital, she probably, like herself, will feel uneasy before going to this small island.

She took one of the few taxis on the island and told the driver Qinhuai's address.The driver took a second look at Nalan from the rearview mirror. Is it a kind of contribution to society to be a talking point for the people? There were hundreds of meters away from Qinhuai's villa, so Na Lan asked the driver to stop the car. She walked up a path.Walk to a bush of chrysanthemums by the side of the path.The morning dew drips on the delicate filaments of the Rustica chrysanthemum, like tears.Nalan stood there for a long time. That hug, that kiss, was a bit bitter, a bit mellow, and the tenderness was lingering, but it was deep-rooted.

The small building is in sight, where is the Sri Lankan? She can at least be sure that there is someone in Qin Huai's family.Beethoven's "Pastoral" is played slightly jerky, but the spirituality jumps between the notes, and even brings out a touch of nostalgia. Na Lan pushed open the half-covered door, and it was Qin Mo who played the piano. Beside Qin Mo, stood Junjun. In an instant, Na Lan's eyes really turned into two eyes. The surprise of seeing Qin Mo playing the piano again, and the disappointment of not seeing Qin Huai. Junjun saw the autumn water, and his eyes were wet. He stepped forward, hugged Nalan tightly, and shed tears together.

After a long time, Junjun finally said: "He is gone. On a long journey, he will go to Mei County first..." Na Lan had already learned from Bayu Sheng that Kuang Yihui's body was buried with Mrs. Kuang's. "...Then he will go to Yunnan and say he will stay in a secluded place for a while longer. After he settles down, he will pick up Qin Mo and finish writing the draft of his new novel..." Nalan suddenly thought of the wishful bet Qin Huai made when the two first met. If he finished the manuscript on time, she would accompany him to dinner.My heart and nose are sour, and the name of the mirage romantic meal must be "Where is the Yiren".

How did Junjun know what was on Nalan's mind, and continued: "After writing the manuscript, the main thing is to heal the wound." Nalan was startled: "What? I thought the gunshot wound on his shoulder had healed." Junjun said, "The gunshot wound is almost healed." Needless to say, Na Lan already understood that what Qin Huai needed to heal was the severe wound in his heart. Junjun asked: "You are looking for him..." "I...Actually, I also came to say goodbye." "Farewell? Where are you going?" "Go back to my hometown, by my mother's side."

"Healing?" Junjun is also a smart person. Nalan nodded and said goodbye. Jun Jun suddenly said: "There is a saying, he must tell you that he will never forget the bet between you, and he will never lose, so you should be prepared." Nalan's heart throbbed for a while, and there was another film of water in front of her eyes, carrying joy, longing, and helplessness.She pushed open the door, bid farewell to "The Pastoral", and walked into the mist.