The sunlight under the clouds was refracted with the light of Qiyi, and she looked at the clouds she had once wanted to catch right in front of her, within reach.

Zhou Ling stretched out his hand, and what he touched was indeed hard glass.

Across that layer, it separates reality from fantasy.

She turned on her phone and flipped through the text messages sent by Rong Zheng one by one.

For some reason, she suddenly had a feeling.

It seems that all the loneliness in the first half of his life is just to meet such a person who can let himself give up everything.

Rong Zheng...... This simple combination of two words really haunts her name.

"Passengers, the plane has arrived safely, the ground temperature is 24 degrees Celsius, the plane will taxi for a while, please sit in your seat, when you take your luggage, please pay attention to the switch of the luggage to prevent the luggage from sliding out of the ......"

The gentle voice of the flight attendant sounded on the radio, and Zhou Ling took out the small suitcase he carried from the luggage rack.

When the plane had stopped smoothly at the airport, Zhou Ling slowly walked out with the orderly flow of people.

A cool breeze hit, and the fresh air blew away the stuffiness on Zhou Ling's face.

It was late at night, and there were only a few stars hanging in the sky.

In addition to the hurried figures of pedestrians, there is an endless square. They bow their heads, or hold their mobile phones, happy or sad, or happy to meet their relatives and lovers.

Zhou Ling lowered his hat and wrapped his coat tightly so as not to let the cold wind pour in from his neck.

Fang Fang's heart, which had finally calmed down on the plane, began to feel apprehensive again at this time.

opened the memo on the mobile phone, which recorded the address of the hotel where Rong Zheng stayed. This is what Rong Zheng said when they were in the video.

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and Zhou Ling quietly hid the address in his memo.

It was probably the only time in thirty years that she had gone out of her way to meet someone.

Although it was late at night, there were still many taxis parked outside the airport.

Zhou Ling hurriedly stopped one and reported the address.

What should I say when I see him?

How will he react?

Zhou Ling's heart went up and down, and when she realized her panic, she smiled self-deprecatingly, when did she become so uncalm?

The airport here is built on the outskirts, while the hotel where Rong Zheng lives is in the city center.

It took about an hour on this road, and Zhou Ling, who was sitting there, was dizzy and dizzy, and finally arrived.

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Zhou Ling looked at the number on the door number, and Rong Zheng was inside this door.

All emotions dissipated at this moment, and only the loneliness and longing that were hidden when I slept alone that night and night erupted without coming.

With mixed feelings, Zhou Ling knocked on the door.

There was silence in the door, and then a female voice sounded with doubt, "Who is it so late?"

In an instant, Zhou Ling felt that the blood all over his body was frozen, and the whole person stiffened in place, and even his breathing almost stopped.

Questioning?

Forgive her for not being good at these skills, and the moment the woman opened the door, Zhou Ling ran away.

Yes, it was the two people in the door who should have panicked, but she was scared.

The last time Wen Zhuo and Bai Xiao were caught and raped in bed by her, I still remember vividly.

How similar the situation is this time, except that the protagonist has changed from Wen Zhuo to Rong Zheng.

Zhao Jiyue seemed to see a dark green figure flashing, and then entered the elevator and disappeared.

"Who is it?"

Rong Zheng retracted his gaze from the painting and looked up at Zhao Jiyue, his eyes puzzled.

"I don't know, I guess someone is playing a prank. Zhao Jiyue pursed her lips and spread her hands, "How are you painting?"

"Well, it's almost done. ”

"Okay, then I won't bother you, I'll go back to sleep. Zhao Jiyue stretched her waist, her voice full of exhaustion.

"Excuse me, thank you. Rong Zheng had gratitude in his eyes, if it wasn't for her help, I don't know how long it would have taken for this painting to be completed.

This painting was a task assigned by Mr. Yan, because the teacher was not satisfied with the picture painted during the day, so he asked him to change it overnight.

The strictness of the teacher, he has seen it in the past few days. But Rong Zheng didn't feel resentful at all, but was very grateful to Yan Yishan.

It was his strictness that made him discover many bad habits and deficiencies in his paintings.

However, Yan Yishan was not at ease, he and Zhao Jiyue must have been by the side to guide him to paint, but there was something to do in the middle of the way, and he left first.

After Zhao Jiyue left, Rong Zheng tilted his head slightly and looked through the glass at the beginning of the night when the lights were on.

The hustle and bustle of the day is over, and the bustle of the night has just begun.

He stared at his phone not far away, somewhat meaningfully, as if expecting something.

But the phone was quieter than the silent night, and there was no movement for a long time.

It seems that she should have fallen asleep today, Rong Zheng shook his head and continued to bury his head in painting.

The streets are more and more bustling at night.

It's not like her city, with its bustling streets and crowds of young people.

And the steaming fireworks, some old neon signs hanging loosely from the trees, and peeling paint that makes one wonder how many years it has been.

This city deserves to be a first-tier city, highlighting the unique liveliness of Jiangnan Town.

But even though there was a lot of people here, Zhou Ling felt that he couldn't blend into such a bustle.

She is like a walking corpse, walking in strange streets, walking through the fireworks of others, walking through the silence and hustle and bustle of others.

The rolling of the wheels of the trunk was the only sound she could make.

Fleeing from Rong Zheng, she seemed to be unwilling, and she got a definite answer from the front desk again before her eyes gradually darkened.

"How's it going?

It was a message from Joanna, and an emoji was added to the back.

Zhou Ling was stunned and quickly deleted the message, as if this was some kind of poison.

She found a camphor tree, leaned weakly against the trunk, and closed her eyes.

How ironic, just yesterday she swore in front of Qiao Anya to express her trust in Rong Zheng.

Not long after the words were spoken, reality slapped her hard.

Resounding...... and humiliation......

I think she has never liked someone so hard, leaving everything behind and flying to a strange city. But they were trampled on.

It's ridiculous......

She smiled a little desolately, and a breath of air in her chest could not escape.

In fact, she really wanted to arrest Rong Zheng for questioning, but she didn't dare.

Don't dare, the once intimate people end up making trouble and don't even have the last decency.

No, in the end, there was only resentment between them.

Like, Joanya and Hua Yin.

At this time, reason seemed to be so insignificant, but this was the only thing Zhou Ling could rely on.