Kashiwahara sat on the balcony and stared blankly at the sky.

In this world, there are two people who are exactly the same, there really are!

In less than a week, Kashiwahara was like a roller coaster, how painful it was when he climbed and fell, and the information Joe brought shattered all his hopes.

What Mu Youen said to him is true, Mu Youen has a life history that 80% of people in this world will have, birth, growth, study is not bad or bad, finish school, work, marriage, she is methodical.

What made Bai Yuanxiu even more desperate was that the information brought by his attentive friend confirmed one by one: there is really a person in this world who looks exactly like Zhao Xiangnong and lives in another place.

In addition to the same age, the blood type is different, the personality is different, the hobbies are different, the voice is different, and the last straw that crushes Kashiwahara Xiu's psychology is the DNA identification, and the DNA identification form gives these two people no possibility of any connection.

That night, the investigative report shattered Kashiwahara's hopes of not meeting Mu Youen, just like his mother told him that Hara's world's things cannot be achieved by persistence alone.

On the left-hand side, there are a few photos, a few photos vividly outline the trajectory of a girl's growth, from a little to slim to become someone else's wife, the girl is not called Zhao Xiangnong, the girl is called Mu Youen, and now her identity is An Tuohai's wife.

An Tuohai, the man who was described by Mu Youen as the first handsome man came to the Mu family when he was nine years old, the Mu family and the An family immigrated to Turkey from China at the same time, the two families are world friends, An Tuohai was nine years old His parents died in a landslide, and then the Mu family adopted him, An Tuohai and Mu Youen are childhood sweethearts, just like Bai Yuan Xiu and Zhao Xiangnong.

In order to convince him, Joe also got the wedding photos of An Tuohai and Mu Youen, and the date.

"Kashiwahara embroidery, what are you going to do next?" Kashiwahara asked himself in his heart.

Next, is he going to make the most rational choice like Song Yuze, first take off his engagement ring, and then walk up to his parents and say: Mom and Dad, this time has made you worried, I'm sorry, I will live a good life in the next time.

No, he can't! If it can be rational, it is not love, and the reason why Song Yuze can be rational is because he doesn't love Zhao Xiangnong.

Kashiwahara lit a cigarette.

The sky was faintly white, and someone opened the balcony door and sat down beside him to take the unlit cigarette from his hand.

It's a good day to talk about the past.

"Qiao, can you still remember Zhao Xiangnon's face?" Kashiwahara embroidered and the people who went and came back said.

After a short period of time, Qiao shook his head: "I can't think of the specifics, I have the impression that Zhao Xiangnon is a typical oriental girl, sweet and cute, and her voice is gentle." ”

Yes, yes, everyone thinks that Zhao Xiangnon is like that, it should be like that, Bai Yuan Xiu wants to laugh a little, if he tells Qiao what Zhao Xiangnong has done at this time, maybe he will be surprised, and he will say: That's really a naughty girl.

Joe's voice was softer: "Zhao is cute, her lips are like rose petals, just by applying lip gloss it will make people want to kiss, Kashiwahara, you know what?" At that time, many boys wanted to kiss her lips, and we all secretly guessed that her lips must be as sweet and soft as salmon fillet. ”

Many boys want to kiss Zhao Xiangnon's lips, but Zhao Xiangnon's lips can only be kissed by Kashiwahara, and later...

The great loss and jealousy made Kashiwahara take another cigarette from the cigarette box and wanted to light it.

"Bai Yuan, Zhao Xiangnon is dead."

Holding a lighter, Kashiwahara embroidery desperately lit the fire, and the more anxious the lighter, the more he went against him.

"Kashiwahara, you also know in your heart what this sentence means when it comes out of my mouth, right?" He held and said.

In the next second, Kashiwahara Xiu pulled Qiao's collar: "Shut up, bastard!" ”

Yes, he knew, Kashiwahara Embroidery knew such a sentence by Joe. What does it mean when John says it! Joe. John, a madman of numbers, a future star cultivated by the CIA, has an extraordinary family background, a strong sense of logic, a cool head and a sensitivity to numbers, making him the main cultivation target of the CIA, so that the truth can reach 95% from this person's mouth.

Raising his voice high, Kashiwahara said as if he was venting: "It's too rash for you to judge a person's death just by the ring in the belly of a fish, right?" ”

"Two weeks ago, the Israeli Coast Guard recovered the remaining wreckage of Zhao Xiangnong's plane in the sea area where her accident occurred, and they found a small part of the hair in the remaining wreckage, which was confirmed to be Zhao Xiangnon's hair through DNA identification, and simulated inferences from the broken incision of the hair......"

"Shut up, shut up, did you hear me?" Kashiwahara yelled.

Joe didn't continue the topic just now, but said, "I wasn't going to tell you about this matter, but your state is even stricter than I imagined, Kashiwahara, I want to help you." ”

"Help me?" Kashiwahara Xiu Muran said, "Qiao, do you want to help Xiao Nong get me back?" Will you help me get Tinnon back? ”

"You say, is that woman named Mu Youen Zhao Xiangnon?"

"Yes, she is Zhao Xiangnon, and only Zhao Xiangnon is so charming when she squints her eyes in this world." Kashiwahara embroidered mechanized answer.

Why is the woman named Mu Youen so charming in his heart when she squints, only Zhao Xiangnong can do it in this world.

"Well, there's another way."

Kashiwahara stared at him blankly.

"You can find a way to get Mu Youen's handwriting, preferably her signature."

On Sunday, at half past eight in the morning, An Tuohai was driving, Mu Youen was sitting in the passenger seat, the car was driving on the straight road, they had to pick up her grandmother at an elderly institution dozens of kilometers away from their home, Mu Youen's grandmother is an Alzheimer's patient, in recent years, with the death of her parents has become more strict, two years ago An Tuohai sent her grandmother to a professional institution to receive treatment and care, they will take her home once every Sunday.

Both sides of the highway are planted with olive trees and tea trees, where they live near the sea and land, the wind blows the floating particles on the Mediterranean, one small and one small is like floating dewdrops, Mu Youen stretched out his hand out of the window, let the small floating object pass through her fingers, whenever this time An Tuohai will drive the car slower, and when she has had enough fun, she will withdraw her hand and then increase the speed, Mu Youen likes this kind of moment, unrestrained.

The hand was withdrawn from the car window, and the palm of her hand was placed in front of her nose, and the palm of her hand was scented with olive trees and tea trees, and Mu Youen stretched out his palm to An Tuohai's face.

"An Tuohai, I will provide you with a perfume made by Mu Youen for free."

An Tuohai really cooperated with her, and said thank you very gentlemanly after using up the free perfume she provided.

The hand that was withdrawn fell obediently on her knees, her fingers twisting her skirt slightly, yes, she was a little unnatural, that unnaturalness should have started in the morning.

Last night, Mu Youen got her wish to let the rose night light light on in the room, this time she and he were not in the dark, even if the light only showed each other's outlines, but they still felt uncomfortable, she called him softly, "Ah Tuo" before his hand reached into her clothes, and the hand that reached into her clothes was more hesitant than before, at that time, she still regretted a little regret why she was obsessed with making some night lights in the room.

The nightlight released a color like a rose, and the person who covered her looked at her very quietly, and finally, the gaze fell on her lips, and the hand that did not reach into her clothes gently stroked her lips, and finally his lips were printed on hers, gentle and delicate.

The hand resting on his knee seemed to still have the breath he sniffed her just now, and it was warm at first to the end it was scorching, and that kind of association made Mu Youen involuntarily look at An Tuohai, but he was concentrating on driving.

Her eyes moved from the bridge of her nose to his forehead, and the hand that twisted the corner of her skirt became more and more uncomfortable, last night, she saw the sweat on his forehead, when he moved shallowly in her body, she reached out to brush away the hair on his forehead that covered him, and saw it, fine and dense sweat covered his forehead, charming in the light, under the forehead were the eyes that would be covered by his hair most of the time, black and lacquered, with elk-like innocence under the cover of long eyelashes, Let her sink lightly under his bent eye.

The shallow push quickened a little as her gradually softening body soaked the hair on his forehead with more dense sweat, and she was very light enough to pull away the hair that had always blocked his forehead, giving him the most three-dimensional delicate silhouette, which swayed in front of her with the push.

As she sprinted, she could clearly see the small drops of sweat on his forehead pooling together, dripping from his forehead, falling on her face, her collarbone, where she towered, dissolving into another body beneath him that was also soaked in sweat, both bodies drenched in sweat in the light.

"Again, what's wrong?"

An Tuohai's sudden voice interrupted Mu Youen's thoughts. When she came back to her senses, she realized that her hand was now on the hair on his forehead.

Quickly withdrew his hand, Mu Youen turned his face out of the car window, adjusted his breathing and said, "An Tuohai, your hair is growing again." ”

An Tuohai's hair grows very quickly, and he needs to be reminded by Mu Youen every time: An Tuohai, your hair has grown again, and you need to cut your hair.

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