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"Yan Li!"

Yan Li paused and turned around to look at the door of the small building.

Xie Suizhi ran over, his chest heaving slightly, his face a little flushed from the exercise, and his broken hair was a little messy.

“Red bean bread and banana milk.”

He said, standing on the steps and handed over a plastic bag from the convenience store.

Yan Li suddenly felt that after a fight, she was already hungry, so she took it without politeness.

Xie Sui walked down the steps and walked up to Yan Li. He was very tall and had to lower his head when looking at people.

When he got closer, Yan Li could still smell the faint smell of shampoo on his body, which was very fresh, like some kind of grass that had just sprouted.

Yan Li didn't say anything, she tore open a bread bag and handed it to Xie Suizhi.

Then he sat down directly on the steps, took out another one, and stuffed it into his mouth three or two times.

She took out the milk, spread the plastic bags randomly on the steps, and pointed at Xie Suizhi.

Xie Suizhi took a bite of the bread. The red beans were actually a bit sweet and had an old-fashioned taste from the last century, but they were sweet and painful memories of his childhood.

At that time, he and Yan Li were sitting on the stairs of No. 218 Qingnian Road, sharing this old-fashioned bread.

Yan Li is very wild. She will lean against the wall and suddenly make a strange move that maxes out her medical insurance card.

“That’s what it looks like after you cut him into pieces and then piece them together randomly.

The moonlight cast her shadow on the wall, like a twisted evil ghost. For him as a child, this was a nightmare comparable to his grandfather's explosive art.

He turned his face sideways, and Yan Li was devouring the food. The bread bulged her cheeks, and there were crumbs in the corners of her mouth.

"Don't you think the moon tonight is strange? It looks like an eye."

Xie Suizhi listened to Yan Li's words and looked up at the sky.

The moon tonight is as bright as it was when I was a child, illuminating the road at night particularly clearly.

The shadows on the moon's surface also seemed to have been washed with water, and the circular pits and dark branches were clearly visible.

Although it doesn’t look like eyes, it gives people a strange feeling of being surrounded by everything.

When a person looks at the moon for a long time, it seems that his whole soul is being sucked in.

The moon is alive.

Yan Li opened the palm of her right hand. She cut her hand open before and buried the metal seeds in it. Now the wound on her hand has completely healed, leaving only a shallow scar.

“I always feel that this seed is alive, like a beating heart.”

She said, without explaining much, she sucked up all the banana milk in one gulp, then crushed the box and stuffed it into a bread bag, threw it gently, and accurately threw it into the trash can next to the flower bed. Page (1/3)