Jiang Zhi felt ridiculous when she heard his words, as if she had done something very sorry for him.

He pinched her wrists very painfully, and his clasped hands were pressed against the wall behind him, as if they had been chiseled into the wall, and her tone was not very good: "Who am I dating, do you care?"

Sheng Xizhou heard her voice and came back to his senses.

Yes, he really can't do it.

Jiang Zhi kicked him, and broke away from his wrist when he wasn't paying attention: "Even if you want to check the post, Sheng Xizhou, it won't be your turn." ”

He was neither her husband nor her friend.

Nothing.

In her eyes, she is now an existence like a snake and scorpion.

Sheng Xizhou's jawline was tense, and the anger that rose in his heart burned endlessly.

He could see that she was now disgusted with him to an unbearable degree.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to find a sense of existence in front of her, she wouldn't even want to see him, and she wouldn't want to say a word to him.

Remember http://m for a second.

Sheng Xizhou didn't answer her directly, his face stiffened, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Is that lawyer a good person? ”

Jiang Zhi raised his eyes and said seriously: "He is a very good person, I don't know how many times better than a rotten person like you." ”

Rotten people.

It's Jiang Zhi's evaluation of him now.

Sheng Xizhou tugged at the corners of his lips, and found that he couldn't laugh well, and he didn't know how many of them he had heard of more viciously than these two words, and today it seemed that he was defeated by her.

It's fucking uncomfortable.

Dense tides of ants gnaw at flesh and blood.

Sheng Xizhou didn't know why he felt this way, he pretended to be fine, and put his hands in his pockets: "I'm a rotten person, don't you still sleep with me, a rotten person?"

The setting sun fell on her face, and the golden afterglow reflected her features.

Soft and calm, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

She was silent for a while, and then opened her mouth lightly: "I just slept once, how many times do you want to mention it?"

Jiang Zhi felt that maybe she had been with Shen Luyan for too long, and even spoke a little like him, and learned his meanness that could make people angry when she opened her mouth, and she asked, "Shouldn't you take out twenty years and take it out to reminisce?"

Sheng Xizhou pursed the corners of his lips and said nothing.

Jiang Zhi didn't care about him, turned around and entered the courtyard, and to be on the safe side, she locked the courtyard door from the inside.

Sheng Xizhou went back to the courtyard opposite, his hand was strange, he hated Nancheng as if it was in his bones, but when he returned to this home, he was not tired of it at all.

He found that he was still angry at what she said, and took out his mobile phone to disturb her: [Oh, I can reminisce about thirty years. 】

Such childish words don't seem like he can say them.

But in fact, he just became so naïve.

After Sheng Xizhou sent the message, he felt a lot better.

He went upstairs, the master bedroom and the guest room, and there was no suspicion.

It was very clean.

Someone came to clean it regularly every month, but the utility room was empty and there was nothing.

There are not even discarded tables and chairs.

There is also an attic on the third floor.

There was nothing to be found in the attic except a bed.

Sheng Xizhou pushed open the window of the attic, and he could just see the balcony of Jiang Zhi's bedroom, which was almost in the opposite direction.

His subconscious made him stand in front of this window for a long time.

But he didn't think of anything.

Sheng Xizhou then went downstairs and returned to his bedroom.

The shelves are stacked with books, and the front wall is almost all over.

Sheng Xizhou flipped through the two books casually, and when he saw the titles of the books, he was almost sure that these books were not something he would read, and he had already guessed that these books were replaced by others later and put them back on the table.

He stared at the rightmost space on the bookshelf for a long time.

I always felt like there should be a photo here.

A photo he secretly took.

Sheng Xi Zhou Mo was stunned and began to look for the photo in the room, and there was no trace in every corner, he was stubborn to the point of perversion, and when he had a headache and was about to die, he went to the doctor.

The doctors all felt that it was not a good thing that his willpower was sometimes too strong.

He began to flip through the books.

He must have been hiding.

Not even his mother knew, not even himself.

As for where he was hidden, he couldn't find it.

There were hundreds of books on the shelves, Sheng Xizhou flipped through them until dark, and saw a copy of "The Little Prince" from the deepest part of the bookshelf, and his intuition made him stretch out his hand.

His hands were a little unsteady.

The book slammed to the ground, and a yellowing photograph fell out of it.

Sheng Xizhou bent down and gently picked up the photo on the ground, he pinched it so tightly that he didn't notice that his bones were white.

It was too dark and the lights weren't turned on in the bedroom.

Just by the little moonlight outside the window, you can't see clearly.

Sheng Xizhou went to turn on the light in the room, and the photo in his hand was not very clear, but it was enough to see the person in the photo clearly.

He was familiar with the face.

Immature and naïve.

She looked to be only about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Wearing a school uniform, he made a scissor hand to the camera, tied his cute ball head, his broken hair fell on his cheeks, and his smile was brighter than the sun.

This is Jiang Zhi.

Without warning.

Sheng Xizhou's eyes suddenly fell a few cold tears, and the teardrops dripped on them, blurring the picture that had already begun to yellow and fade.

He obviously didn't have any memory, but in front of this photo, he somehow shed tears.

These few tears came too hastily.

He didn't react to it himself, he hadn't cried in a long, long time.

Sheng Xizhou's expression was a little stunned and a little dazed.

He himself was puzzled, why did he shed tears, why did his eyes be so sore?

Why would he hide her picture?

Why can't he remember anything about her?

Sheng Xizhou's heart began to be attacked by sharp and persistent stabbing pain one after another, and the stinging pain in the depths of his head was unprecedentedly strong, almost piercing his entire body.

He fell to his knees and held on to the edge of the bed, bending over in pain.

His gaze was still stubborn, firmly fixed on the smiling girl in the photo.

Cold tears fell more and more.

Before you know it, your face is wet.