It was late at night, and the lights in Sucheng were like fireflies flying far away, flashing and becoming more and more dim.

"squeak……"

The sound of Porsche brakes rang in the quiet Greentown villa area.

"Thank you for sending me back."

Su Luo opened the car door and walked down. The cold wind blew by late at night, and she subconsciously hugged her shoulders.

The blazer was covered with her shoulders.

She was stunned.

He Xuying's off-white shirt is very conspicuous under the moonlight.

"No need..." She tried to take off her back.

"Please wear it, it's quite cold at night." He Xuying smiled slightly and said, "By the way, today... Yang Le, you have a good relationship."

He mentioned something inadvertently.

"Um?"

"I rarely see you go to a tavern like that."

"College, I'm not very familiar with me." I pretended to be very similar.

He Xuying smiled.

On the way back just now, he had already used his mobile phone to check Yang Le's information, graduated from college, studied electrical engineering, and went to Loumen Community Police Station with a helping officer.

Ordinary people can't be more ordinary than ordinary people...but why are they vaguely uneasy?

He walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk.

"I think he is quite interesting." He Xuying paused her hand and then said, "You know that I am a criminal investigation officer and have always been very accurate in judging people."

Su Luo suddenly became interested, but deliberately pretended to be careless and asked, "He and I are not in the same office, so I haven't paid much attention... You have just met him, how do you feel?"

He Xuying raised her eyebrows and turned off the trunk casually.

Walk to Su Luo.

"Smiling, clean, but have some thoughts."

"Well, I think he has something to worry about, as if he can't remember something."

Su Luo deeply agrees.

The wind suddenly blows, and a few fallen leaves blow.

He Xuying's eyes became deeper, and a sharp light flashed through it, like a blade, fleeting in a flash.

He smiled and said, "Okay, hurry up and go up."

"Okay, goodbye."

Su Luo left, He Xuying sat alone in the car, without turning on the lights, and the car was pitch black.

He closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of his heartbeat.

It took a long time.

He picked up his cell phone from the passenger seat and made a call.

In the trunk, a bouquet of roses lies alone.

For whom the flowers bloom and for whom the flowers wither.

...

...

The guests in the tavern have been exposed, and after the hustle and bustle, all that is left is a mess.

Yang Le's peanuts were not packaged in the end, and he ordered a few more bottles of beer.

Wang Dajiang sat next to him.

"I said Ale, if you drink like this, I will go bankrupt."

Every time Yang Le had nightmares, he would come to drink. The most annoying thing was that he would not get drunk.

From white to black, the more you drink, the more you become, the more you become sober.

"It's okay." Yang Le glanced at him and said, "I went bankrupt and went back to inherit billions of property. Is it that I'm looking forward to it every day, right?"

Wang Dajiang tilted his head and nodded.

“It makes sense.”

"It's better than the cheaper woman." Yang Le smiled slightly and said.

"Which woman?"

"How many women do your dad have?"

"How do I know?"

"Do you hate him?"

Fatty Wang thought about it, nodded, and shook his head again.

The lights of the tavern were brightly illuminated the shadows of the two of them, and they were very long and long.

Wang Dajiang's little eyes suddenly became confused and he picked up the bottle and took a deep sip.

"Ale, will you still have that dream?"

“…”

"Will you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night when you sleep soundly, just because you think of her in your dream?"

“…”

Yang Le sighed long, and after a long time, he slowly spit out a word: "Yes."

Memory is like a sharp knife. The more you don’t want to remember, the more you will come out and stab you deeply when you are unprepared.

Wang Dajiang looked at Yang Le, sighed softly, and said, "If that dream is true... I will help you."

"You believe it too?"

"Don't you believe it?"

Yang Le did not respond and buried his head in drinking.

They knew each other for many years, and Wang Dajiang was in Yang Leque's memory. Wang Dajiang mentioned in his ears how many times he went to lift the teacher's skirt in kindergarten.

Yang Le firmly refused to admit it.

Amnesia,

It's a good excuse.

Most of the time they are noisy and quarrel, and they get used to it.

There is always a time when the wine is finished.

Wang Dajiang called him a taxi, Yang Le thought about it... and asked him to pay the money by the way.

Upstairs of the tavern is a loft.

Wang Dajiang never goes home, this attic is his home, and the villa where the man lives is just a house.

He went up to take a shower and changed into clean clothes.

Turn on the computer and read today's comments.

"The author is updating, otherwise I'll send the blade."

"The author is so short."

"I love you, Pangpang, come on, update, you owe me ten chapters."

"Pangpang, Pangpang. Pangpang is the God of Pangpang."

Every late at night, Wang Dajiang would light a cigarette, sit quietly in front of the computer, and read the readers' book reviews for a while, with thousands of words in code. Because the supernatural stories he wrote were indeed thrilling enough, it also attracted a group of loyal readers.

"Sorry, I'm here today, I feel so heartbroken that I can't update it."

Wang Dajiang posted a single chapter.

He is a very willful author, updated... depending on fate.

Maybe one day, the fate comes, and he may go back and take a look at the man.

Smoke floated in the small attic.

The road is far away from home, and the road is even further away.

...

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To be continued...