After standing for a while, a "click" sound suddenly came from behind, and a clear male voice got into the ear.

"who are you looking for?"

Yu Mian turned his head to look, the door of the next room was half open, the boy was wearing a white shirt and a gray wool vest, black hair on his forehead, his eyebrows were handsome, and his eyes were as soft as the moonlight.

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Chapter 1 Bamboo Horse

The moment he saw Yu Mian's face clearly, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils dilated in extreme shock.

"Yumian?!"

Yu Mian subconsciously wanted to call him, but when he saw the strange look in the boy's eyes, he immediately calmed down.

She is no longer the orphan Yu Mian, and the other party doesn't know her at all, so she can't show that she is familiar with him.

Otherwise, such a bizarre thing as time-travel is exposed, and no one knows what the consequences will be.

As for why the teenager called her Yumian, it should be because her face is too similar to the original body, if you don't look closely, it looks a bit like twins.

And this is the reason why Yu Mian concealed the Yu family.

If they found out that on the day their daughter entered the emergency room, there was another girl named Yu Mian who looked like her in the hospital for rescue. As a result, Yu Mian failed to rescue and died. would feel suspicious.

Taking this into consideration, Yu Mian buried all his thoughts in his heart and did not tell anyone.

Oh no, she seems to have mentioned it to Lin Jianshen, but Lin Jianshen has never seen another Yu Mian. She didn't know that they looked so similar, and she probably wouldn't be interested in investigating this matter. She wasn't too worried.

The thoughts in mind are messy, and it seems that have thought a lot of things, but in fact it is only a momentary thing.

Yu Mian put away the thought in her eyes, smiled and stretched out her hand: "Hello, I'm here to visit Yu Mian. Are you her neighbor, Mr. Wen Quyi?"

The girl was wearing a heavy black suit, her petite and slender body was wrapped in a wide coat, her palm-sized face was as beautiful as a painting, her facial features were exquisite, and her brows were as white as those of fine china, with no flaws.

She was not tall, she raised her face slightly to look at him, her eyes were clear and clear, covered with a layer of light moist water, reflecting the bright light, clearly reflecting his figure.

Wen Quyi slowly recovered from her daze, her expression mixed with an imperceptible trance of disappointment.

Dingding stared at the girl's delicate little face, he thought blankly and numbly, it wasn't her, it wasn't Yu Mian.

Yu Mian was already dead, and he brought her ashes back with his own hands. The urn was not big, and it was cold and cold. He was held in his arms and brought home. He was in pain, but it was so heavy that he was almost unable to bear it.

Slowly bowing his head, he looked at the girl's outstretched hand, which was as small as hers, with fingers as soft as scallions, with white tenderness that was pampered.

It's not at all different from Yu Mian's rough hands with too many part-time jobs and calluses.

The young man's face was clear, and the corners of his eyebrows contained an innate softness. He lowered his eyebrows and stared at her, and his long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under his eyes.

He didn't shake hands with Yu Mian, and his confused eyes gradually returned to clarity. As if realizing that he had mistaken the person, he frowned slightly, and a faint, self-loathing gloom appeared between his brows.

He opened his mouth, his voice was cold and distant, not as warm as before, "Who are you? Do you know Yu Mian?"

Yu Mian stared at him slightly, her expression unable to hide her surprise.

In her memory, this Bamboo Horse, who grew up together since childhood, has always been gentle and courteous, but now he seems to be sullen and indifferent to strangers, which is really a bit strange.

After two years of not seeing him, he became a little unknown to her.

After Yu Mian thought for a while, she took out her prepared remarks and said, "I'm a netizen of Yu Mian. We've known each other online for several years. We haven't met in real life before, but we've always been in touch. When I said something happened to her, I just wanted to come and see her..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man turned his face away boringly, pushed the door open with one hand, and said in a lazy tone, "Oh, come in then."

Do you not doubt it?

Yu Mian couldn't help but sigh, this... has become too much, if this face hadn't changed, she would have wondered if it was a different person.

The Wen Quyi saw this time was really different from before.

Wen's family can be said to be a musical family. Wen's mother is a violinist. Wen Quyi has been influenced by music since she was born, and she has a very high talent in music.

But unlike her mother, although Wen Quyi is sensitive to music, she doesn't like the violin very much. Wen's mother was a little disappointed at first, but later found out that Wen Quyi has a higher talent for the piano.

As we all know, the piano is recognized as the most elegant musical instrument in the world. It has always been known as the queen of musical instruments. Perhaps because of more piano practice, the character of listening to the music has also been infected with the gentleness, elegance and modesty of the piano.

Since he was a child, he has been praised by his parents. He has a gentle, calm and polite temperament. He is not only talented in art, but also ranks among the best in academic performance. He also has a clean and handsome appearance.

It was the first time Yu Mian saw him like this, his eyes were sullen, and his expression was full of depression and laziness, as if he had suffered a huge blow and closed his heart.

Could it be... is it because of her?

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, Yu Mian immediately shook his head and shook it away.

Although she had secretly watched this handsome young man, in the young girl's youthful dreams, there would always appear a boy in a blue and white school uniform, tall and straight as loose, with slender knuckles jumping on the black and white keys, playing beautifully Dreamy music.

But a dream is just a dream after all, she knows it all too well, even if they are under the same roof, looking up and looking down, they are always people from two worlds.

When she took the gift from Wen's mother, when she heard the piano sound every night, when she stood in Wen's living room and saw the elegant and beautiful violin in the window, when she stood In front of the school's publicity board, when she looked up at the names that were high on the ranking list, when she got the notice for the college entrance examination and walked with him in the woods downstairs in the community.