A handsome man came on stage, smiled, and took the microphone from the student's hand.

Wei Lai's first reaction was: he was Asian again.

I have met more Asian people recently than I have met in the previous year. I thought about it and thought that this was a chain effect, because Cen Jin met Lin Yongfu and because Cen Jin sat here.

The second reaction is...

Bodyguards usually have outstanding memory and need to remember at least the faces that appeared around them in the past three days - this face, he has an impression.

The night a few days ago, the elk picked up a photo of this person and spoke in a thrilling tone: "But God is fair, her fiancé met a new person in the hospital..."

No wonder I suddenly came to listen to the lecture. As expected, the drunkard's intention was not to drink.

The microphone amplifies Jiang Min's low voice.

"Here, I'm just helping everyone correct a concept. The earth never needs protection. Global warming, acid rain, land desertification, air pollution, and threats are always humans, not the earth."

"It doesn't care whether the main component of the atmosphere is nitrogen or oxygen, whether the temperature is 100 degrees or minus 100 degrees, the surface is blowing strong winds at a speed of 1,000 kilometers per hour, or the rain of silicate particles every day. There is no need to say in a sad tone that the earth is covered with scars and needs protection, it doesn't matter at all."

"It is a fragile creature like us who walk upright on two legs that need protection. Medically, exceeding 0.5 degrees of normal body temperature is called fever. A short-term radiation exceeding 100 millimeters is harmful to the human body. When the oxygen content is less than 6%, people will die within a few minutes - are we planting trees, controlling sand, protecting water sources, reducing pollution, and developing technology to repair the ozone layer to protect the earth?"

"When humans are destroyed due to the collapse of environmental problems, will the earth be buried with you? No, it will only change the helmsman. Just like when the dinosaur was replaced by humans, who knows who the next helmsman is..."

...

A moment ago, Wei Lai thought Jiang Min was a "Poison Professor". Now he felt that the professor was indeed informative and what he said was quite reasonable.

However, he was more concerned about why Cen Jin came to this lecture.

——I am full of infatuation, but I still have feelings for you?

Unlike, she was the one who was caught and raped. What's more, she sat there, her face as usual, and her index finger tapped her knees lightly, and then.

——Turn swords into jade, but if your lover fails, be friends again?

It’s not like, when will it not work if you want to reconcile? You have to choose now? There are night boats waiting to take them to Stockholm in the port of Turku.

The lights suddenly shone brightly, and the noise started. The intermission was 10 minutes off, and the second half was a debate on the topic.

The seats in the field were about to change again, and the audience stood up and walked out. The guards came to their position at the end, but instead retreated first. As soon as they stood in the corridor, Jiang Min and his colleagues came over.

Cen Jin lowered his head, reached out and pushed his hair down to his face, but his eyes kept following Jiang Min and his party until they disappeared behind the lounge door.

Wei came to be funny, just pretend to be a show, and then read the watch: What she said is that this private matter only takes one or two hours.

Cen Jin suddenly whispered: "Did you see the man in a gray suit and blonde hair?"

I saw that it was Jiang Min’s colleague, tall and thin, and she looked like a gray bamboo pole.

"He has a door card, and he just opened the door, and then put the card back into the pocket on the right side of the suit."

so?

"After a while, the second half will start, you will get that card for me."

Wei Lai smiled. He picked up his arm and leaned against the wall lazily, not saying good or bad.

"Okay, if you can convince me, I'll go."

"Don't you want to rush the road as soon as possible? Get the door card and I'll go in and do something. At most ten minutes, we can set off."

"What's the matter? If you go in and set the fire, will I become a complicitor?"

"You can see it all the way and feel it's not suitable, so you can stop me."

Wei Lai looked at the watch again.

This was very convincing: he really wanted to set out early, and it was still two hours away to drive from Helsinki to Turku.

"Ten minutes, you said. Can I make time?"

"……Can."

"Then the deal."

When the time came, the abortion began to enter the hall door again. The guard came up against the current and rubbed past the gray bamboo pole. The next moment, he did not turn his head back and raised his arms.

Between the index finger and middle finger, the golden door card was sandwiched, and then loosened his hand and the door card slipped into his sleeve.

Cen Jin suddenly felt that this person was quite interesting.

The corridor was cleared, and there was no one connecting to the waiting desk. The guard came to swipe the card and opened the door.

That is, the most common lounge, where bags, clothes, and drinks have empty bottoms, and half of them are left.

Cen Jin walked to the hanger and looked at the outermost white shirt.

Weilai also saw that it was a man's shirt with fine material, slightly pleated, slightly wet vest, and a faint smell of sweat.

This should be Jiang Min's shirt. Wei Lai hoped that her purpose was not to roll away her shirt and hide it privately - the sweat smell was not dry, and it seemed that there was no difference between stealing underwear and underwear.

Cen Jin took out the cigarette box, blew out a cigarette, and his slender black smoke body surrounded the golden thin rings against the filter.

She lit up, took a sip, and asked him, "How do you think of Jiang Min's typhoon?"

Did you ask about your performance on the stage? Wei Lai recalled: "It's pretty good."

Cen Jin shook his head: "He is very nervous. His always-off problem is that whenever he goes on stage to speak, he will be nervous and sweat."

"Later I told him that I could prepare one more shirt and replace it in the middle, so I wouldn't feel as uncomfortable as wearing a wet shirt all the time."

Wei Lai frowned.

She wants to be nostalgic and talk, but ten minutes are probably not enough...

However, she didn't say anything. Then, the cigarette body turned between her fingers, gently pinched the index finger and thumb, and burned the cigarette butt on the back of the shirt.

The slight squeaking sound is not pungent and burnt. If you look closely at the hot hole, the inner edge is carbon black and the outer edge is burnt yellow.

Wei Lai calmed down.

The destruction finally began. According to the routine, she should bring a pair of scissors, cut her shirt in a thread, and then carry a bucket of red paint, making the house burst into tears.

Still not, the cigarette butt came up again, as if comparing the position, and asked him to help him see: "Asymmetry?"

"……symmetry."

There is another hot hole in the shirt hanging on the hanger, two holes at the same height, and the spacing is evenly symmetrical.

"Then let's go."

Is this over?

Wei Lai was incredible: "You have to squeeze out time when we set off, just to...burn holes in your shirt? Can't you change the time?"

"No, this is my plan. It's time to do this on this day. Also, this is not called burning a hole, it's called breaking."

Editorialist, the skill of playing words is really high, and it is necessary to call it "left". It burns a hole in your clothes so arrogantly.

When he went out, the guard looked back and forth, his shirt swayed lightly on the hanger, and two small holes were like two dull eyes.

Wei Lai felt wronged for it: Why burn it? The clothes makers worked hard and had the ability to burn Jiang Min's skin.

——

Finally, I sat back in the driver's seat, and the back pocket of my butt was a bit harsh. I found it. It was the notepad I gave me. I wanted to throw it away, but suddenly I remembered something and turned the next page count.

If the journey is smooth, I will write one or two words of my opinion on her every day, and I will just hand in my homework.

So I stuffed it back, of course, it would be best if I didn't write it.

When he left Helsinki, he felt like he was really embarking on a journey. He walked this road. If he drove during the day, the scenery was very good and he would see the continuous fields, forests, rivers and scattered rural houses with red roofs and white walls.

But now, there are only thick and shallow black, the sound of whimpering water, and the light far and far away.

Wei Lai decided to discuss with her.

"Can you not write your opinion on you every day? Your opinion is very fixed for a period of time. I can't change my opinion on you every day."

"A single word is too little?"

Wei Lai didn't say anything anymore. He felt a little arrogant when he made this request. He was so embarrassed - he hadn't been embarrassed for many years?

"What do you think of me now?"

"I think about it."

He didn't think long: "I think you're pretty bored. But this bored, it's not what everyone thinks."

Wei decided what was most appropriate to say.

"I was in Lapland and met an old Sammy man. He invited me into a tent to cook the fire. When chatting, he said that a person's life is like a firewood."

"At the beginning it is a tree, and it is about to grow. When it grows, it is the cut off firewood."

"When doing things and working, it is the fire that ignites fire, shines, heats up, and full of energy."

"In the end, the burned firewood turned into charcoal blocks and gradually became cold."

"Miss Cen, you are like a piece of charcoal that is cooling down."

"You are in the same mood when you bargain with the Saudis, talk to me, sign a contract, and even go to burn Jiang Min's clothes."

Like the flattest melody, there are no ups and downs. I wonder if this is just a prelude or is it a complete chapter.
To be continued...