On the first working day after New Year's Day, Sanlitun and its surrounding areas in Chaoyang District are still filled with a strong festive atmosphere. For foreigners living here, the Gregorian New Year and the Christmas Day that precedes it are much more important than the Lunar New Year. The big businessmen and small bosses who make money from these "foreigners" also echo them, using their own resources to seduce their desire to pay out of their pockets. In layman's terms, such as bars or gift shops, a Santa Claus is stamped at the door, two lights are hung in the window, and "Merry Christmas" and "Happy New Year" are posted in English , launch some special holiday offers or preferential promotions; smarter, like Baode Company, on cold nights let colorful lights on all sides of their building, invite foreigners and Chinese in suits and leather shoes, hold a party with the theme of welcoming the new year, and decorate the bright hall with special elegance, in which they entertain the guests with mellow red wine, exquisite pastries and flashy words. In this way, after the party, some satisfied VIPs should be very interested in a decent cooperation with Porde.

When he was a magazine editor in the past, Shang Yiming experienced this kind of scene. At that time, he was still able to go in and out of it in the name of work, although it was only an inconspicuous small role, but he could finally catch one or two familiar characters to chat a few words, and accumulate some real or exaggerated content for the magazine's layout. If he's lucky, he'll be able to drink a cup of coffee or juice from the waiter, pick up two pieces of dim sum to eat, and if the organizers show off their treasured exhibits, he'll be able to feast his eyes on the spot. It's a pity that tonight, he can only accompany his big old classmates to endure the wisps of cold wind standing outside the building, secretly staring at Li Wei who is intoxicating in the reception hall just one door away.

The idea of not entering the building was originally proposed by Shang Yiming, who was worried that this area was a suspicious area identified by the group, and that Dante and Zhuo Wu, two guys who knew nothing about auctions, would easily cause unnecessary trouble by showing their heads on such a grand occasion; Li Wei agreed with his old friend, but he was afraid that it would be too embarrassing to bump into Xiaoping after entering the building—he was just coming to see her for the last time, and although it sounded like a funeral, he had indeed come to give his first feelings to the funeral.

Fortunately, the Shield Building is a transparent glass-walled building, and the party is mainly held on the first and second floors, standing in the hazy twilight, you can see all the people and furnishings on the brightly lit floors clearly, and it feels like a witness in a movie staring at the rows of numbered prisoners under the white light in the small dark room of the police station to testify against the suspect. Treasure also deliberately arranged for people to play music and slides at the door, which attracted many passers-by to stop and watch the excitement, and mixing in with them was the most appropriate way to hide the members of the foul team.

They have been there for almost an hour since the party began. Li Wei didn't need a telescope to see inside the building, but there were so many people that he tried to find Xiaoping—even if she was wearing a uniform he had never seen before, he could recognize her—but he couldn't find her. From the sign-in table at the door, to the living room on the first floor, and then to the exhibition room on the second floor, people came and went, but there was never the one he wanted to see. "She didn't come, as a staff member of the public relations department, she was absent from such an important event?" Li Wei was half-convinced, as if he was muttering to himself, and as if he was saying to Shang Yiming. I hope she didn't have plastic surgery. Shang Yiming thought to himself.

"Don't you see it yet?" the crowd dispersed, but Dante was reluctant to linger. Seeing that Zhuo Wu was staring at him, he shook his head, he wanted to persuade his old friend to "let's go", but he couldn't bear to speak.

Hey, that'...... That one...... Just as he turned around and shook his clothes and subconsciously scanned the faces of the strangers he had passed by, as usual, he found something that kept him staring. "Stay here. His tone was suppressed but firm, as if he had given an order, which surprised Zhuo Wu slightly. "You ......" When he turned his head to look, Dante was already walking away quickly.

Dante sees a foreign woman. It was not a surprise to see a foreigner in this place, but the moment his eyes passed over her face, he felt a sense of familiarity, which made him vaguely feel that he had seen this foreign woman, but for a moment he could not remember when or where he had seen her. He thought it was dark, so he decided to follow along and sneak a closer look from the front or even the side. As for why we have to chase after it, we can only say that it is driven by feelings. According to the impression of Fang for a moment, the woman was about 1 tall. 70 meters, black hair, glasses, walking with his head down, wearing a black coat. Such a feature is not prominent enough, but fortunately, Dante's beautiful big eyes lock on to her early. His tracking skills were nowhere near as good as Xingtian's, so he had to keep a certain distance and follow her as casually as possible, while trying to remember where he had seen her.

She made her way to the Sanlitun bar area, where bars were starting to see their peak hours, but she didn't seem interested. Probably tired from walking, she stopped outside a small supermarket to rest. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dante quickly approached the small supermarket, pretending to pick something, and crawled between the shelves near the window, quietly surveying the foreign woman. However, until she lifted her feet and walked on, he still couldn't remember the last time he saw her, much to his chagrin. Am I mistaken, I haven't seen him? Dante hesitated for a moment, bought a bottle of iced tea, and followed.

Passing through the bar area, the foreign woman walked straight to a building at the intersection, where a shiny sign told Dante that it was a holiday hotel and that it seemed that she was staying or planning to stay here. While she was talking to the front desk attendant, Dante stood outside and looked at her carefully. As her back walked up the stairs, it was his turn to walk back with his head down. Based on the gestures of the woman he had observed along the way, he flipped through the scenes in his mind that might be related to it: the way she walked, the way she folded her arms, the facial expression she spoke, the way she smiled, where did he see it? Zoo?phew, haven't been there in years. On the bus?

"Hey!" Dante, who was immersed in the editing of the memory footage, did not notice that Zhuo Wu was in front of him for a moment, and almost hit his wall-solid chest, and it was only after Zhuo Wu gave him a snort to call the old friend back to the real world.

"What are you doing?" asked Li Wei. "It's nothing, maybe I'm a mere memoir. Only then did Shang Yiming notice the loss on Li Wei's face, "Didn't you see her?" "No." "I have to say, maybe it's providence. Shang Yiming didn't want to say any empty comforting words, he was more like letting his friend face reality. Li Wei didn't answer, but nodded reluctantly and said, "Withdraw, I don't want to catch the last subway back." ”

"Metro...... Metro! Yes, subway!" Shang Yiming was like an enlightenment, and excitedly patted the confused Li Wei on the back.