Shuanglang was stared at by Han Mo like a porcelain doll. Han Mo was calm and honest, which made her want to blurt out the words and hold back the words, which was very uncomfortable.

She asked, "Do you love her?"

Han Mo didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer this question. Do you love Tang Xiaoxiao? It just stemmed from a face that resembled her shuanglang. But if you categorically say that you don't have the slightest affection for her, Shuanglang won't believe it, and will feel that she is an indifferent and affectionate person.

He didn't answer, and Shuang Langquan acquiesced.

My heart is empty, but I don't know what I'm sad about, after all, it's a person with a boyfriend. The strange thing is that yesterday's memory flashed back, and she remembered that Zhang Bingwen was originally holding her, why did she disappear overnight, and she couldn't make a phone call. "Dingdong ......" Shuanglang was strange and received a WeChat.

Meng Shu smiled and sent a candid photo of Zhang Bingwen and Tang Xiaoxiao. The girl's eyebrows and eyes were crooked and amused, and Zhang Bingwen sat on the side with a very warm expression.

Shuanglang looked strange and was stunned.

Han Mo also stood up and walked over, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

She naturally shared the phone screen with the man, and muttered in a low voice: "Strange, were they friends before?"

Han Mo rubbed his eyebrows: "Yes." I have the impression that, speaking of which, I once bumped into them meeting occasionally. Have known each other for a long time. ”

He looked at him with a "huh" from the side. Sure enough, it turned out to be with Tang Xiaoxiao. She snorted and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. He had actually poured warm water on Han Mo to warm his palms.

"Sleepy, you're frightened, you should rest more. I saw you have a nightmare just now, so I came up and saw you. Go back to sleep. Han Mo got up and pulled the table lamp for Shuanglang. The room was dark again. There is a touch of nobility and coldness on his body, and his loose pajamas outline the lines of strength.

Closing the door, Shuanglang fell into deep thought alone.

Compared with Zhang Bingwen and Tang Xiaoxiao's astonishment, there are lingering portraits of those women in their minds.

She dreamed.

The girl grinned at her, Shuang Lang was numb, her throat seemed to be filled with old ash, she couldn't speak, she couldn't breathe the sun. However, it seemed that the water brought by Han Mo really had magical power, and she easily fell asleep, but it was Han Mo's appearance in her sleep.

Han Mo didn't know when he started painting portraits.

One by one, one by one.

From morning painting to evening.

It's all a picture of that woman, deep in his soul. He longed to meet someone who was exactly the same, and then he met Shuanglang. His demeanor and movements are exactly what he imagined. However, this is not a stand-in. Shuanglang seems to be the girl who really appeared in his dream.

Perhaps, the two of them have a long entangled past.

He sipped a small cup of espresso and leaned back on the dark couch, the water around him flowing slowly, floating in the air like life.

How long has it been since you left the river?

Han Mo closed his eyes, it was a wide river, and there was a small village nearby. In his eyes, human beings are like ants resting and reproducing by the river. Later, the village was gone. He left there, followed the war, the torrent, and entered the city, pretending to be an ordinary person doing business.

But now, the demonic power in his body is restless, as if to remind him that something important has been forgotten. He didn't have to sleep, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sound of water ticking in the room.

Suddenly, I heard a girl whispering, "Han Mo......"

"Help me. ”

"Help Me ......"

She felt like she had choked on water, and she couldn't make her words clear. But Han Mo could feel her despair. His mind went blank and his hands kept shaking. It seems to feel that someone is clutching his clothes, some are weak, full of despair, clingy and reluctant. There was a buzz in his head and pain in his lungs.

Demonic power slid out of his body, staining the house a lake blue.

Unexpectedly, he also fell into a stupor.

By the time the sun poured into the bedroom, it was already noon. It seems that the first half of the night is not stable, and it is just dawn before falling asleep, so the two of them rest for an extraordinarily long time. Shuanglang was a little hungry, and dragged his steps downstairs to the kitchen in a daze to find something to eat. Seeing that the door of Han Mo's room was hidden, he poked his head out and took a look.

Han Mo slept there quietly, on the crimson carpet, half a cup of coffee was spilled at his feet. Shuang Lang took a few pieces of flexible paper and squatted on the ground to wipe off the traces of coffee. The velvet of her clothes rubbed against Han Mo's ankles. He was tickling, thinking it was a rabbit, and squinted his eyes half-awake and half-asleep, and saw Shuang Lang wiping the carpet next to him with a serious face.

It's so close.

It's tickling in my heart.

I had hairs on the back of my neck, and my ears were slightly numb.

He moved his foot in embarrassment, facing the girl's bright smile.

Shuanglang: "Wake up, I was going to cook, but I saw a dirty piece of you here." If you don't erase it now, you won't be able to erase it after a long time. She said, rubbing her head against the carpet vigorously, and her squatting position exposed a snow-white back.

"It's wet here, too. Is this the case? so careless! Did you catch a cold last night?" she looked down her clothes, and the buttons of her pajamas were loosely opened. The scar on his chest was exposed to the field of vision and appeared to have been whipped by a whip. Her hands trembled, she didn't know where to put her eyes, and her ears turned red in an instant.

"How...... How did you get it?"

"Forgotten. Han Mo really didn't remember, it seemed that he had disappeared a memory. It's just that he looked at her blushing face funny and teased: "More on the back, do you want to watch it." ”

Shuanglang threw away the paper and rag and ran away quickly.

"Who wants to see it!"

She opened the refrigerator alone and wanted to grope for something to eat, but a fishy smell came to her face. After looking at the salmon bones and heads for a long time, I saw two or three eggs and a small bag of organic tomatoes. She took it out, and the salmon head was fried in the pan with a small handful of salt. The oil is fragrant.

The eggs were beaten, and the tomatoes were peeled and roasted.

Served with white porcelain plates, it resembles a Michelin-starred Brunch.

Han Mo watched quietly through the crack in the door, as if this scene had appeared a long time ago. Shuang Lang moved skillfully, and naturally called Han Mo's name and called him.

He looked down and smiled, and packed his clothes in response.

"Help me get my phone off. She shouted.

Han Mo obediently went to get the mobile phone and handed it to her, and found a push of local news twice.

"To the east of Nanhua Road, there was a car accident near the amusement park, and an overloaded truck failed its brakes and crashed into a car parked on the side of the road. One injured person has been taken to the hospital for resuscitation. ”