As he spoke, He Wan'er had an irrepressible trace of sadness in his voice.

"Niannian, you are actually right, you treat me as a friend as your best sister, but I have not been able to be the most honest between friends. Niannian, my most serious problem has actually been hidden from you, because I have no memories, I can't remember the past, I am afraid of men, afraid of the most intimate things between men and women, so I will let Qin Qian down back then. I would even lose control from time to time, and when I saw someone's lewd and obscene expression, I lost my mind and wanted to beat someone to death, and that rapist was beaten to a bloody mess by me. ”

Because he had never talked about this issue to anyone other than Ke Zhifang and Lu Hanzhang, He Wan'er was a little excited at this time, and his voice was a little unstable.

"I may be speaking in such an abstract way that you probably can't imagine what I'm like, but in short, I feel like I'm a duckweed without roots, and I don't know where I'm going to drift tomorrow. ”

She paused, took several deep breaths, and was finally able to calm down and continue sending messages into the dialog.

"When I hit that guy, I knew I was doing something wrong, but I couldn't stop. That feeling of being out of control, I don't want to experience it again in my life. So, because of this problem, I have long had the consciousness of being single all my life, but, but, but...... But when I met him, I really wanted to give it a try. ”

She pursed the corners of her mouth, and her voice revealed a hint of urn nasality: "Actually, I think I am quite similar to him, I have lost all the memories before the age of fifteen, and he also has a past that no one knows for ten years, his appearance is like a line of figure under the deep water, I feel as if I can catch him and stop drifting." I even had the feeling that I might be the one he was looking for and looking for, the one who could let him off his guard and show me the sensitive and fragile boy he had hidden in the depths of his pupils. ”

Speaking of this, He Guan'er forced the corners of his mouth and smiled, his voice full of self-deprecation: "Niannian, it's funny, right? I don't know why I feel this way, so I want to give it a try." However, I have a hunch that the current situation is the limit of my closest relationship with him, and if I try to ask, this dream will wake up. ”

"By the way, I have another secret, for so many years, I haven't dreamed, and I don't even know what a dream is. But from the first time I met him, I started to have a dream over and over again, in which I drowned, but I knew how to swim......"

When He Wan'er said this, his thoughts became even more confused, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

In fact, after she dreamed, she did dream of that strange underwater dream more than once, but in fact, there was more than one dream.

At least, on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, her dream had a new content - a scene from the time of her father's death.

However, that dream is something that really happened, and it is said to be a dream, but it is even more realistic.

So she had a vague feeling - maybe that strange dream was something that had happened before. In particular, the feeling of feeling buoyancy and not being able to stop sinking is very real, as if she has experienced it herself.

Also, the strange dream is gradual, once upon a time she thought that if she had that dream a few more times, she would be able to know the cause and effect of the event, but she didn't know if there were too many unexpected things happening these days, and the turmoil broke out at every turn, and it seemed that she no longer had the energy to dream.

The more He Wan'er thought about it, the more she realized that she couldn't speak clearly, and when she came back to her senses, it was already five or six minutes later.

She was in a hurry, but she realized that there was no way to undo the voice messages she had just sent, just delete them from her phone until the time in the dialog box returned to the last "Hello for yourself".

It is also strange to say, after talking to Gu Nian about the words she wanted to say but didn't dare to say, He Wan'er's previous abnormal state because of too high hormone concentration disappeared, and was replaced by a sense of loss and overwhelming regret.

Still uncomfortable.

He Wan'er sighed, and apologized to his phone in annoyance: "I'm really sorry for Niannian, you're gone, and I still treat you as a tree hole." I'm sorry, I promise it's the last time, you don't blame me. ”

After a pause, she sniffed slightly, and her voice was soft and sad: "When we meet again in the next life, I will also be a tree hole for you to keep to yourself, okay?"

Separated by two doors, Mo Chunshan sat on the edge of the bed, holding Gu Nian's mobile phone in his hand, with a shocked expression on his face.

He was wearing a pure white bathrobe, his short hair was still wet, it looked like it had just been washed, and the tips of a few slightly longer strands of hair on his forehead were gathered together, and they were still dripping, and the drops of water slid down the bridge of his nose, and then swept over his lips, and finally seeped into his mouth.

Mo Chunshan didn't care about wiping it, thinking about everything he had just heard for a while, and his heart was shocked.

The IPO in his hand that was once treasured by Mo Shuyi

e, it cost him 20 million, and the reason why he spent a huge amount of money to take it from Mo Shuyi was also a temporary idea after occasionally finding out that He Wan'er would speak to Gu Nian, who had passed away.

He subconsciously felt that He Wan'er confided in a dead person, which would inevitably involve all aspects that she didn't dare to say to the living, such as her relationship with him, and the fake wedding, so he would make such a seemingly absurd decision.

Now it seems that Mo Shuyi did not disclose the matter of his mobile phone to He Wan'er - it is also very understandable that no man thinks that exchanging his lover's relics for money is a glorious thing, so it is normal not to mention it.

However, since the day he got his mobile phone, he has never touched this mobile phone, let alone borrowed this mobile phone to spy on He Waner's inner world.

Today, I don't know why I was on a whim, but after taking a shower, I opened the drawer, turned on the machine and clicked on WeChat, and found that He Guaner sent seven or eight voice messages ten minutes ago.

Curious, he clicked on it, but what did he just hear?

The "he" that He Wan'er said when he confided in Gu Nian, Mo Chunshan clearly referred to himself, and his clear affection and attachment to her were also expected by him.

It's just that the second half of what she said shocked him.

She said she had no recollections, so she had absolutely no idea what she had experienced before she was fifteen.

She also said that she was very afraid of men, and she was even more afraid of establishing an intimate relationship with men, so the only relationship did not end well, and it hurt both men to have a hard time.

And her inexplicable description - a fragile and sensitive teenager hidden deep in the pupils?

Fragile and sensitive, this word can never be used to describe him now. However, the teenager who struggled with survival, conscience, and darkness fifteen years ago was not like this?

Most crucially, she also mentioned that she didn't dream before, until she met him, and began to have the same dream over and over again, drowning.

Mo Chunshan couldn't help but tremble, and his dark eyes seemed to be lit with a firelight, containing complex and strong emotions.

He was extremely skeptical about He Guaner's life experience and past, but again and again Meng Qianyang fed back the verified facts, and told him that there was no case.

But this time, he felt like he had touched the key to it.

Mo Chunshan thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and then dialed Meng Qianyang's phone: "Qianyang, you immediately find someone to go to northern Xinjiang and help me find someone." ”

"Who are you looking for?" Meng Qianyang just sent Caijia home, and not long after leaving the community, he heard Mo Chunshan mention northern Xinjiang and realized that the situation was wrong, "Why don't I come back?"

"Qianyang, maybe we were all wrong. Mo Chunshan said, his voice trembling.

Meng Qianyang heard his emotion, and became nervous for a moment: "What's wrong?

"It's hard to say clearly in a sentence or two" He closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the surging emotions, "Now I have sufficient evidence to prove that He Wan'er is Xiaocao!"