Vol 2 Chapter 396: Confession of the beginning of time

Zhuo Yang didn't expect Greenwich to have such a quiet place, the garden under the mountain was so empty, but the road up the mountain was like a trail. However, Sun Yumei called it a mountain, and Zhuo Yang thought it was a first-order soil at best.
The small town of Greenwich, Greater London, was supposed to be a bustling tourist destination, perhaps because it is not a weekend, or perhaps because of today’s heavy winter rain, the town has few tourists, and the streets are 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, Fort Maddie will refocus 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 that Zhuo Yang is most looking forward to during the winter break, because he has already planned to come to London to find Sun Yumei and to find the girl he knew 16 years ago.
He is coming to tell Yumei that he loves her.
Leaving the blossoming palace of Lacken, farewell to the reluctant Xiaomi Daier, leaving behind the shady Chalaki, Zhuo Yang can’t wait to come to London, with full of longing and longing for love Like a fawn looking for spring, Zhuo Yangque flew over.
The old old Royal Naval Academy is a vicissitudes of life. There are a few stubborn vines protruding from its thick white brick wall. There are some weeds under the roots of the slate wall. The weeds easily drilled out of the crevices of the slate. It only took one spring, and they captured the whole area. Winter and spring come and go, just like people's ambitions, they are always spreading.
Originally painted into a milky white courtyard wall, the wall skin has been peeled off and mottled, and it seems more desolate on this cold rainy day.
Yumei's home is in Greenwich, because the Meridian Primary Line passes through the hillside here, Greenwich is famous around the world. Because of the existence of this line, some people say that Greenwich is the starting point of time. However, time comes from chaos. For Zhuo Yang, it has no beginning and no end. Where does it start?
Perhaps it can be the starting point of love.
Zhuo Yang didn't notify Yu Mei in advance when he came, he wanted to surprise her. He likes her, and he believes that she must like him too. Sure enough, Yu Mei suddenly heard Zhuo Yang telling her that she was in Greenwich, so she screamed and threw herself over like a lark. Zhuo Yang held a large transparent umbrella in his hand, and he stood with her in the rain to stare relatively.
When he walked out of Heathrow Airport, Zhuo Yangshun bought the 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 less expensive.
Yu Mei's face as white as beautiful jade was fainted with red clouds, black hair like crow's wings was behind her head, white skin Shengxue, Liu Mei Xing eye, she looked up slightly, a pair of water-cut double eyes clear and soft, translucent Zhuo Yang couldn't help but look at his heart.
Zhuo Yang and Yu Mei took steps up the hillside of the park. Rainy days always accompanied each other by love. He and her walked in the rain. Zhuo Yang took her hand and gradually interlocked her fingers. There was no rain, he and her walked very slowly.
Yu Mei and him recalled their childhood anecdotes, and those trivial childhood stories that were always hidden in memory. He said, she listened, and she said, he listened.
Yu Mei told him that he recognized the ‘bad’ desk at the same time from the newspaper two years ago, but when he met again, he realized that Zhuo Yang had completely forgotten what she had forgotten.
Walking into the rain-foggy little Yang Shulin, Zhuo Yang felt like walking into a dream. The forest was quiet, so quiet that he could hear the rustling sound under his feet, and even so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat.
At the top of the hill is the ancient observatory, and the scattered sky-watching instruments are like time recorders. At the foot of the hill is the valley course of the Charlton Club. On the other side of the hill, the Ferris wheel stands a few kilometers away. They call it the London Eye, but Zhuo Yang thinks it should be called the London trap.
Stepping on the top of the mountain, Yu Mei's words became less. She unscrewed the cap of the drink from time to time and took a sip, and then took another sip. Sometimes people drink water, not because of thirst. Yu Mei needs an action to calm her mood at this time, even if she knows it is unlikely.
As soon as she met, Yu Mei saw tenderness and heat in his eyes. She saw words in Zhuo Yang's eyes. Although Yu Mei didn't know what it was, it made her nervous.
In that famous small square, Zhuo Yang and Yu Mei finally stopped, but Yu Si appeared thicker, and the umbrella rolled down like tears. He and she stared at each other again in the rain. This is the starting point of time and the waiting of time.
He looked at Yu Mei's eyes, reluctant to look away. She looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes and couldn't bear to move away.
"Yu Mei, I like you, I like it very much. I want to be with you, Yu Mei, I love you!" What I didn't say to Xiao Qing back then was so natural at this moment, as if everything came to fruition.
Yu Mei's eyes were red, and her eyes began to panic and guilt, and there was a trace of sadness. Suddenly, Yu Mei raised her toes, hooked Zhuo Yang's neck with both hands, and kissed fiercely.
In an instant, Zhuo Yang was surrounded by huge tenderness and happiness~ This kiss, passionate and fierce, as if for a long time, Yu Mei seemed to kiss Zhuo Yang into the depths of his soul. Time has no beginning, nor is it the beginning of love. Just when Zhuo Yang was about to fall completely into this kiss, just as he hugged the girl in an attempt to solidify this moment forever, suddenly, her kiss left him, just as quickly as when she just came.
"Zhuo Yang..., I'm sorry!" Yu Mei's tears flowed down her white cheeks, intertwined with the messy drizzle.
"what?"
"Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry. It's all me bad, I shouldn't make you misunderstand, I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, please forgive me." She cried and cried out.
"..." Zhuo Yang's brain was blank.
"I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, please don't blame me. I'm sorry, I...have...love." Love, love, Lover, lover.
"What? What do you say, Yumei. I don't quite understand."
"I have a lover, I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang, blame me, I shouldn't let you misunderstand, sorry."
"...Why, never... Haven't I heard you? You never mentioned it to me."
Zhuo Yang was shocked by a sudden accident. All his thoughts were disordered. He didn't understand what was happening. He just felt that the moment was turning. Umbrellas in the freezing rain of winter, like a kite unable to struggle, the rain wets his hair tips and scarves, wets her eyelashes and nose, and rainwater gathers in the gap between the bricks under their feet.
At this time, Zhuo Yang only found that he and Sun Yumei were standing on the meridian line, he was here, and Yumei was there. Zhuo Yang is in the eastern hemisphere, she is in the western hemisphere, and this line separates them at both ends of the world.
"I'm sorry, Zhuo Yang. I should have told you long ago, my lover is... Ke Qian."