The demon was shocked and asked rather hurtfully, "You lied to me?"

The clown was stunned for a moment, and retorted: "I said, you must not doubt me! Have you forgotten!"

When confronted by the clown, the demon was speechless, and she struggled to get up from the ground, grabbed the clown's sleeve, and refused to let him go.

"Su Ranling and that child are innocent, you let them go, don't let them be implicated again. ”

The clown pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head helplessly, "They are my pets, not innocent people, don't confuse their identities." ”

The clown shook off the demon's hand and turned away.

The demon stood in place in despair, and suddenly laughed quite self-deprecatingly, she knew, she had known that this would be the result, but she still chose to believe the clown, and even participated in it without hesitation despite the opposition in her heart.

She has helped the clown too much, but the clown has not done what she should have done as agreed, the demon is tired and does not want to continue, since she can no longer turn back, then try to do something that she can atone for.

The demon slowly got up and disappeared around the corner with the clown's back.

Time passed little by little, a little afterglow outside the window gradually became swallowed up by darkness from pale yellow, the lights in the secret room were turned on, and the clown was still busy excitedly, as if he couldn't miss it.

At this time, the clown suddenly realized something, and suddenly turned around, only to see Song Zishu standing behind him in a white dress, holding a plate in his hand, which contained all kinds of delicious dishes, and two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine on the table next to him.

Song Zishu looked at himself with a smile as warm as the sun on his face, and asked, "Are you still used to me like this?" I know that I am old, and I am much uglier than before, right?"

The clown unconsciously stopped what he was doing with both hands, turned around to face Song Zishu, and said after a while: "No, in my heart, you have not changed anything, and it is still the same as before." ”

Song Zishu smiled shyly, "Then can you sit down and have a good meal with me as before, since we met again, we haven't eaten together." ”

The clown saw that the dishes in Song Zishu's hands were all his favorite food, and the air was filled with an intoxicating taste, which was a taste that he didn't dare to forget in the depths of his memory, easily evoking all his memories, and his mouth also secreted saliva, which was difficult to contain.

Although the work in front of him was still waiting for him, the clown still walked over and took the tray from Song Zishu's hand, "You have worked hard, sit down quickly." ”

Song Zishu and the clown sat opposite each other, although the person in front of him covered his face with a mask, but in Song Zishu's eyes, he had not changed much from the beginning, and he was still the same as before, like a spring breeze, with a proud face.

Such a high-spirited teenager used to be the object of her greatest admiration, and also the man she most longed for, they had fantasized countless times about their better life in the future, and just wanted to have a warm nest and a happy family of four.

He once said before that he would have two children, a son and a daughter, the son followed him to learn knowledge, and the daughter followed Song Zishu to learn cooking, because he liked Song Zishu to cook good dishes the most, in his words, Song Zishu's cooking dishes have the taste of home.

Now, at last, they were able to sit together again, but it was like a mountain separated from them, and the mountain was firmly separated from them, and their hearts were also far away.

Song Zishu gave the clown a chopstick dish and said with a smile: "You taste it, it's still not that taste." ”

The clown sniffed deeply and said intoxicatedly, "Yes, it's that smell, I'll never forget it." ”

After speaking, the clown couldn't wait to pick it up and put it in his mouth, from the beginning of the excitement, but slowly chewed carefully, the more the clown didn't move, Song Zishu's heart also hung up.

"How's it going, isn't it delicious?" Song Zishu asked nervously.

The clown slowly raised his head, there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes, and he smiled: "No, no, it's delicious, it's the same as in memory, come, you can eat more." ”

The clown sandwiched a chopstick dish for Song Zishu and stretched it out in front of her, Song Zishu hesitated for a moment, and then opened his mouth to eat.

The two of them fed each other, as if they were full of warmth and happiness as they were eight years ago.

"Come, celebrate, celebrate that we can be together in our lifetimes, celebrate meeting you in my life. Song Zishu opened the red wine and poured a glass for each other.

The two men raised their glasses and drank them all.

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was the conscience that found that the clown kept pouring himself wine, drinking one cup after another, Song Zishu didn't stop him, just accompanied him to drink, until the end of the two of them collapsed on the table, unconscious.

Time passed little by little, as if frozen at that moment, and everything became like a landscape in the painting, Song Zishu slowly climbed up from the table.

"Get up, get up, go back to bed, and go to sleep. Song Zishu walked up to the clown and shook his shoulders vigorously.

But the clown seemed to be asleep, no matter how Song Zishu shook it, the other party didn't move at all.

Song Zishu muttered a sentence in his mouth, put up the clown's arm with his shoulder with one hand, and held him up hard, and the two of them staggered to the bedroom on the side.

The short distance of a few meters made Song Zishu use all the strength of her body, and finally she and the clown fell on the bed together, unable to move for a long time.

Song Zishu struggled to get up from the bed, turned the clown over and made him lie on the bed, took off his shoes, socks, and shirt, and then looked at the mask on his face.

The clown mask looks very weird, it looks like it's laughing, and it looks like it's crying, which makes people feel more and more furious the more they look at it, and the more they look at it, the more panicked they become.

Song Zishu stretched out her hand tremblingly, and slowly approached the mask on the clown's face, just as her fingers were about to touch the mask, she suddenly withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and her eyes glanced around in a panic, but she didn't dare to look at the mask again.

Song Zishu didn't know what she was running away from, but she just didn't want to see the face under the mask anymore, no matter what kind of face was hidden under the mask, she didn't want to see it, so she wiped it her face with her hand and wiped away the silent tears.

In a panic, Song Zishu put the quilt on the clown and left in a hurry.