Mo Chunshan picked up the information on the desktop again and quickly browsed it, but there was still no valuable discovery.

In fact, as Meng Qianyang said, Bai Tinghai seems to have no doubts, but he is an academic peddler who once made a mistake in judgment but seized the opportunity for the second time.

Perhaps, Bai Tinghai still has some unsightly thoughts, but He Wan'er has always been trustworthy.

Her tough, complacent personality does not allow her to exchange her skin for shortcuts on the way forward, and Mo Chunshan has always been very sure about this - not to mention the few short paragraphs she confided in Gu Nian through WeChat that night.

He Waner said that his most fundamental problem is that he is afraid of men, has no memory, and feels that he is a duckweed without roots. She also said that his appearance was like a ray of figure under the deep water, which made her no longer mind that she was a person with no past, and even had the courage to take a step forward.

It's just that He Guaner doesn't know that there is a bottomless gap hidden in the middle of her unconscious step. He wanted to fill this gap without her knowledge, and whether Bai Tinghai would be part of this chasm, he was not too sure at the moment.

He has always known himself to be a calm and self-controlled person, and he is super patient in order to wait for his prey to take the bait, and he has always been very experienced in dealing with the unknown and the need to take huge risks.

However, care is chaotic, once the matter involves He Wan'er, once he thinks that the future between her and him is shrouded in an invisible fog, the irritable thoughts in his heart have nothing to suppress.

It seems that the last time I was controlled by such manic and dangerous thoughts was a long time ago.

Mo Chunshan picked up the slightly cold tea on the table and drank it all, the slightly bitter tea slid down his throat, the bitterness at the base of his tongue became lighter and lighter, and gradually stirred up a trace of sweetness.

Whenever the sense of taste is occupied by this familiar feeling, his mind can have a moment of peace.

Mo Chunshan closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his gaze happened to fall on the desk calendar on the table.

He glanced at the time, and his heart moved.

The thirtieth day of the first month is also the date of the return of the person he was waiting for.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number, and after a dull standby sound, the call was finally connected.

"Mo?" a gentle and calm male voice sounded in the earpiece, with some surprise in his voice, "I had your contact again so soon, I thought the next time it would be in two years." ”

"Something is looking for you. Mo Chunshan's expression was indifferent, and there was no trace of a smile in his voice, which was in stark contrast to the attitude of the person opposite.

"What's the matter?" asked the voice on the other side, unchanged.

"The man, appeared. Mo Chunshan took a deep breath and said slowly.

Mo Chunshan said very vaguely, but the person on the other end of the phone obviously knew what he meant, and he fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, Mo Chunshan heard a somewhat low and muffled voice on the other side: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I even suspect he's been lurking around us for a long time, and only now showing his claws. He took a deep breath and replied.

"What do you want to do?"

The voice on the other side could no longer be heard with joy and anger, and the only thing that could be heard was the same as Mo Chunshan

Mo Chunshan glanced at the time and replied: "At seven o'clock tomorrow night, Nanshan Xiaozhu will not be seen or dispersed." ”

"What is it?" the man hesitated, "I don't think I've heard of such a place." ”

"You can check it out for yourself, I'll wait until you come. After Mo Chunshan finished speaking, he hung up the phone neatly, leaned down the back of the chair, raised his eyes, and looked at the dark blue from the tiger window on the roof.

It was already dark, and all he could do was to walk ahead of her in the dark.

Exploration is also exploration.

After the grandfather clock by the wall struck seven times, the brilliant clouds that lingered in the sky quickly faded, and the sunset came to a grand end.

The sky was dark at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in just ten minutes, it was already dark outside the window.

“Fu

, you're finally back," Mo Chunshan raised the wine glass in front of him, "Although it's a little late, I still want to say to you, Happy New Year." ”

The man opposite Mo Chunshan took a sip of the wine glass, and a gentle smile spread on his lips: "We haven't seen each other for five years, right? ”

Mo Chunshan didn't answer him, and said: "Actually, when I contacted you a few years ago, I actually wanted to ask, why did you come to Gyeongju? Don't tell me, this is a joke, not fu."

。 Also, your real name is comparable to Fu

These three letters are much more interesting. ”

The man who was ridiculed as a joke by his pun, young, warm, dark brown eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was a slightly warm amber reflected by the light, but it was Ke Zhifang.

Ke Zhifang put down the wine glass with a smile, and did not directly answer Mo Chunshan's words, his eyes turned to a light lit in the distance, and asked, "He is the kid you saved back then?"

Mo Chunshan knew that he was referring to Meng Qianyang, who was waiting in the car downstairs, and replied, "It's him, you really have a good memory." ”

"I have hardly forgotten every word you said back then, after all, you are a rare case. ”

Ke Zhifang said, taking a sip of wine and saying in a pleasant voice: "Being able to heal you is a great honor for my career." ”

"It's a pity that I can't let you publish a paper or write a book, otherwise why would you bother to be in this place. Mo Chunshan lowered his eyes, and his voice was pleasant but slightly cold.

The person on the other side spread his hands: "It doesn't matter, you know what I know, God knows it." ”

"Is home okay?" Mo Chunshan took a sip of wine, and the courtesy was exchanged.

Ke Zhifang immediately smiled bitterly unabashedly: "With their attitude towards me at the beginning, you should also expect that I am still a dispensable person now, even worse than an ATM, after all, you withdraw money on the machine, and you don't have to force yourself to say thank you to a stranger." ”

The two of them exchanged a few words, just touched the sensitive edge and stopped, and they were both clever not to test the other party's most perceptible pain, and began to eat.

"What are you looking for me for today?"

After a long time, a third of the dishes on the delicate plates on the table were lowered, and Ke Zhifang finally spoke first.

Mo Chunshan picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, took a sip of tea and rinsed his mouth, and said slowly: "It's very simple, I want to know what He Wan'er is consulting in your four years of psychological counseling?"

Ke Zhifang didn't seem to expect him to mention this name, and his face changed: "Do you know He Wan'er?"

Mo Chunshan stared slightly: "What, didn't she mention me to you?" On the fifteenth of next month, she and I will hold a wedding. ”

Then, as he wished, he saw Ke Zhifang's hand holding the wine glass tremble slightly, and the wine almost spilled on the tablecloth.