"No thanks. Mu Xueyao pulled her lips and smiled, "Just remember to bring your wallet next time you go out." ”

Qin Xi couldn't cry or laugh, so he simply changed the topic: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing in country M?"

"Okay, what about you?" she asked politely.

Qin Xi's eyes flickered: "Of course it's nothing, it's still the same...... Sister Yao, you go back first, I'll wait for the others. ”

Walking to the door of the hotel, Mu Xueyao was just about to say goodbye to her, and the music playing in the store changed.

A depressing and reinted tune.

Her pupils shrank.

Another strange picture came to mind.

"I used to have insomnia all the time, I made this song myself, and I felt sleepy when I played it in the middle of the night, why don't you try it too?"

In a trance, she saw a man sitting in the morning light, and his bony hands touched her eyes: "It's really not good, I can't help it, but such a beautiful pair of eyes, with dark circles......"

"Sister Yao, what's wrong with you?" Qin Xi saw that her face was pale, and hurriedly spoke.

The pain and strange images all dissipated at the same time as Qin Xi spoke.

"What's the name of this piece? Mu Xueyao put her hand on her shoulder as if she was grasping a life-saving straw.

For the first time, Qin Xi saw the emotion of "longing" in her eyes.

It just so happened that she also knew the name, and blurted out: "'Mo Ye', it seems to be the original of Nianfeng." ”

Speaking of this style, he is quite magical, this ink night is popular all over the country, but he has never shown his face, and for five years, there has been such a song, and his fans go to his homepage every day to guard it, but it is desolate. ”

Qin Xi's eyes moved upward, probably recalling: "I seem to have heard that he was hidden in the snow, I don't know if it's true." ”

"Thank you. Mu Xueyao thanked her endlessly, "I'll go back first, see you another day." ”

"Well, okay, bye-bye. Qin Xi nodded.

Mu Xueyao got into the car and returned home to feel a wave of "heating greetings".

The wound couldn't touch the water, and after she took a hard shower, she sat back on the sofa, and it happened that Fu Chuan sent a message.

[Fu Chuan: Hey, is your injury really not serious?]

Fu Chuan knocked on the phone screen, frowned impatiently, and knocked another sentence.

[Fu Chuan: What about people? ］

He was about to close his phone when he received a reply from her.

[Mu Xueyao: The injury is not serious, the problem is not big, by the way, by the way, help me check someone.] ］

[Fu Chuan: Who?]

Mu Xueyao hesitated, but still typed the word "Nianfeng" and sent it to him.

[Fu Chuan: Okay, I'll go back and help you check.] I'm at the airport now, I'll board the plane later, I should be able to get to you at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, and I'll send you a message when the time comes, remember to pick me up. ］

This time he was really offline, Mu Xueyao sent the word "good" and went offline.

She searched the Internet for information about Nian Feng.

It is no different from what Qin Xi dictated, and no private information was revealed.

His "Ink Night" is indeed the same tune she often hears in her dreams.

It's just that no matter how much she listened to it this time, she didn't react as violently as when she heard it in the hotel just now, and there was no picture at all.

There was still this piano song in the headphones, and Mu Xueyao felt irritable for no reason.

But at least she doesn't have a clue right now.

She could venture to speculate that she might have lost a memory, most likely four years ago.

And the man who often appears in her dreams may succeed in her retrieving her memory.

Nian Feng, it is very likely to be this man.