[When the stars fall, I will miss you quietly again.
It was a rainy spring day in London in 2006 when Qiao You first met Liang.
The man is tall among Asians. He wears a long camel-colored trench coat and stands next to the mailbox with a clear figure. His profile is very deep, but his skin is sickly white.
Perhaps Qiao You's gaze was too arrogant. The man looked up at her from under the edge of the dark umbrella. His eyes were thin and cold, and his eyes were quiet, like a puddle of stagnant water, without waves or ripples.
I learned from the store manager that the man's name was Liang Shi. He came to London two months ago and lived on the top floor of the apartment on the corner of the street. He was good-looking, but unfortunately he was not in good health.
Qiao You was surprised and curious, but she never saw the man again.
Later, on a rainy day with lightning and thunder, when Qiaoyou was on duty and was falling asleep, the wind chime at the door of the convenience store rang.
The man was covered in moisture, holding a pack of cigarettes in his knuckled hands, "The check, please."
Very standard British pronunciation, with a low final sound and a lazy intonation.
Qiao You raised her eyes and asked with a half smile in Chinese: "Can you add your contact information?"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, "No."
The storm beat wildly against the glass door, and the white doves flew back in panic. The world was dim, and day and night were reversed.
At that time, Liang Shi did not know that he would fall hopelessly in love with the woman in front of him in the future. Even if he knelt in front of the Buddha and kowtowed his head, he would still want to be entangled with her for the rest of his life.
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The copy was established on April 29, 2022
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