Golden Greenery

Zhuoyang didn't expect that Greenwich had such a quiet place. The garden at the foot of the mountain was so empty, but the road up the mountain was like a path. However, Sun Yumei called it a mountain, but Zhuo Yang thought it was just a first-order soil slope at best.

Greenwich, a small town in Greater London, is supposed to be a bustling tourist destination. Perhaps because it is not a weekend, or perhaps because of the misty winter rain today, there are few tourists in the town and the streets seem quite deserted. For the British, sunshine is always a luxury.

Today and tomorrow are the only two days that Zhuo Yang can freely control during the entire winter break. The day after tomorrow, Madibao will regroup and start preparing for the second half of the season. Because of the World Cup, the schedule is earlier than in previous years. These two days are also the two days Zhuo Yang looks forward to most during the winter break, because he has already planned to come to London to look for Sun Yumei, the girl he knew sixteen years ago.

He wants to tell Yumei that he loves her.

After leaving the blossoming Laken Palace, bidding farewell to the reluctant Little Mydel, and leaving behind the lonely Sharach, Zhuo Yang couldn't wait to rush to London, full of longing and longing for love. , like a deer looking for spring, Zhuoyang flew over with joy.

The old Royal Naval College looks rustic and rustic. There are a few stubborn thin vines stretching out from under the thick white bricks of its walls. There are some weeds under the stone-paved walls. The weeds can easily get out of the gaps in the stone slabs. Perhaps It only took one spring for them to conquer the entire area. Winter passes and spring comes, again and again, just like human ambition, it is always spreading.

The courtyard wall, which was originally painted milky white, has peeled off in spots, making it look even more desolate on this cold rainy day.

Yumei's home is in Greenwich. Because the Prime Meridian passes through the hillside here, Greenwich is famous all over the world. Because of the existence of this line, some people say that Greenwich is the starting point of time. However, time arises from chaos. For Zhuo Yang, it has no beginning and no end. Where does it start?

Maybe, it can be the starting point of love.

Zhuo Yang did not notify Yu Mei in advance when he came, he wanted to surprise her. He likes her, and he also believes that she must also like him. Sure enough, Yu Mei suddenly heard Zhuo Yang telling her that she was in Greenwich, and she screamed and cheered and rushed over like a skylark. Zhuo Yang held a large transparent umbrella in his hand, and he and she stood staring at each other in the rain.

When he walked out of Heathrow Airport, Zhuo Yang bought this umbrella in a small supermarket. At that time, he thought that British department stores were really expensive. But when he found out that the umbrella came from China, he felt that it was not so expensive anymore.

Yu Mei's jade-white face is tinged with red clouds, her black hair like crow's wings is tied behind her head, her skin is as white as snow, her willow eyebrows are apricot eyes, she tilts her head slightly, her eyes are clear and soft, and her eyes are refreshing. Zhuo Yang couldn't help but feel moved when he saw the purity.

Zhuoyang and Yumei walked up the hillside in the park. Rainy days are always accompanied by love. He and she walked together in the rain. Zhuoyang took her hand and gradually intertwined their fingers. It was raining, and he walked slowly with her.

Yumei and him reminisced about the fun things in their childhood, and recalled the trivial tidbits of childhood that were always hidden deep in their memories. When he spoke, she listened; when she spoke, he listened.

Yumei told him that two years ago, she recognized her "bad" deskmate from the newspaper at a glance, but when they met again, she found that Zhuoyang had completely forgotten her. How disappointed she was at that time.

Walking into the rainy and misty poplar forest, Zhuo Yang felt as if he had walked into a dream. The forest was so quiet that he could hear the rustling under his feet, and even so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

On the top of the hill is the ancient observatory, with sky-observing instruments scattered like recorders of time. At the foot of the mountain is Charlton Club's Valley Course. On the other side of the mountain, a few kilometers away, the Ferris wheel stands tall by the Thames River. They call it the London Eye, but Zhuo Yang thinks it should be called the London Trap.

After setting foot on the top of the mountain, Yu Mei spoke less. From time to time, she unscrewed the cap of the drink in her hand and took a sip, and then another sip. Sometimes people drink water,

It wasn't because she was thirsty. Yumei needed an action to calm herself down at this time, even though she knew it was unlikely.

When they met just now, Yu Mei saw tenderness and heat in his eyes. She saw the words in Zhuo Yang's eyes. Although Yu Mei didn't know what they were, it made her feel nervous.

In that famous small square, Zhuoyang and Yumei finally stopped, but the raindrops seemed thicker, and the top of the umbrella rolled down like tears. He and she looked at each other again in the rain. This is the starting point of time and the waiting of time.

He looked into Yu Mei's eyes and couldn't bear to look away. She looked into Zhuo Yang's eyes and couldn't bear to look away.

"Yumei, I like you, I like you very much. I want to be with you, Yumei, I love you!" The words that I had never said to Xiaoqing back then were so natural at this moment, as if everything fell into place.

Yu Mei's eyes were red, and the look she looked at him began to look panicked, guilty, and a little bit sad. Suddenly, Yu Mei stood up on tiptoes, hooked her hands around Zhuo Yang's neck, and kissed him fiercely.

In an instant, Zhuo Yang was surrounded by great tenderness and happiness.

This kiss was passionate and intense, as if it lasted forever. Yu Mei seemed to be kissing Zhuo Yang deep into her soul. Time has no beginning, and it is not the beginning of love. Just when Zhuo Yang was about to fall completely into this kiss, just when he was hugging the girl and trying to freeze this moment forever, suddenly, her kiss left him as quickly as it came.

"Zhuoyang..., I'm sorry!" Yu Mei's tears flowed down her white cheeks, intertwining with the messy drizzle.

"What?"

"Zhuoyang, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have made you misunderstand. I'm sorry, Zhuoyang, please forgive me." She cried, crying loudly.

"..." Zhuo Yang's mind went blank.

"I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, please don't blame me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... have... a lover." Lover, the person you love, Lover, lover.

"What? What did you say, Yu Mei. I don't quite understand."

"I have a lover. I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you misunderstand me. I'm sorry."

"...Why, I've never...never heard you say it? You've never mentioned it to me."

Why did things come to this? Zhuo Yang was struck by the sudden accident. His thinking was completely disordered. He didn't understand what happened at all. He just felt that the world was spinning at this moment. The umbrella was like a helplessly struggling kite in the freezing rain of winter. The rain wet the ends of his hair and scarf, and wetted her eyelashes and nose. The rainwater gathered in the gaps between the square bricks under their feet.

At this time, Zhuo Yang discovered that he and Sun Yumei happened to be standing on the prime ministerial line of the meridian. He was on this side and Yumei was on that side. Zhuoyang is in the Eastern Hemisphere and she is in the Western Hemisphere. This line separates them at opposite ends of the world.

"I'm sorry, Zhuoyang. I should have told you earlier that my lover is...Kexi."