85_85289After Chen Jing left, he called the pretending man and asked for all the information of the third young master.

There are dozens of hackers under the pretending man, and the technology is very awesome, and there is no law to dare to hack satellites.

The information that the Pengcheng City Public Security Bureau could not investigate, these people were able to investigate, and it was very fast. In just a few minutes, Chen Jing received a text message, which was sent in dozens of pieces.

As we all know, text messages are too big to be sent at once. Chen Jing's mobile phone is a classic machine again, and it takes half a day to receive an email. The 4G network speed is like a snail crawling, and the signal is poor, so it can be said that it can't be moved.

Chen Jing had no choice, so he could only read the text messages one by one

Pengcheng is a small city by the sea, the weather is unpredictable in May and June, just when the sun is still blazing, the sky will change. The light rain was dripping and falling scattered.

Chen Jing walked alone on the street, letting the rain hit him.

It's a long, narrow alley, it's quiet, and there are no crowds coming and going.

Chen Jing walked alone in the alley, looking up at the hazy sky, it was also such a scene, on that day more than ten years ago, he was still a child.

A line of water droplets slipped from the corners of his eyes, and I don't know if it was tears or rain.

On that day, Chen Jing was taken to the hospital, and in a coma, he even heard the doctor's diagnosis and pronounced his death.

Speaking of which, he has been dead twice.

Once more than a decade ago, once three years ago.

Chen Jing was a little depressed, I really didn't know what he had with Lord Yama, and he repeatedly "died".

On that day, his parents left, leaving him alone in the hospital, waiting for death to come.

In the blur, he seemed to hear a muffled cry, a girl with a ponytail, sitting in front of the hospital bed, holding his hand, her young shoulders shrugged.

He heard that it seemed to be raining outside the window of the hospital room, and there was a faint fragrance, like the smell of lilacs. It smelled good, sniffed and fell asleep.

Strangely, he woke up anyway. Appearing in the Pengcheng Orphanage, looking at this strange place, Chen Jing's young heart was confused. Completely inconsistent with his age, he was abandoned.

He was eight years old.

I didn't go to my parents, and I didn't cry.

Just sit in the corridor of the orphanage, and sit for a day.

In his mind, it was full of the young figure who had watched him for a day and a night, and the fragrance of lilacs, which smelled melancholy. Just like now!

Chen Jing was stunned for a moment, sobered up from his memories, and wrinkled his nose, it was indeed the smell of lilacs.

Raising his head, not far ahead, an oil-paper umbrella was stretched out, covering his face.

Black platform leather shoes, black straight-leg trousers, black short-sleeved top. Half of the lower abdomen is exposed, and the skin is white. A pair of hands, fingers leaning long, grasping the handle of the umbrella. On her, there is a faint scent of lilacs.

Chen Jing frowned slightly, staring at the "woman" in front of him, the reason why he was not sure was because this person couldn't see his face clearly, judging from the way he dressed, it would not be wrong to be a woman.

The "woman" held an oil-paper umbrella and did not speak, just standing in the middle of the alley.

Chen Jing also didn't speak, and the two stood facing each other.

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes, and half an hour passed.

Chen Jing has been drenched in soup!

He said dissatisfiedly, "Girl, you are in the way. ”

The girl in this life shouted, the body of the "woman" under the oil-paper umbrella trembled slightly, her voice was a little hoarse and soft, a little sad, and said: "It is rare to find such a quiet place in Pengcheng, it is raining, it is full of the fragrance of the earth, how quiet, isn't it very good?" ”

Chen Jing didn't speak, stared at her, and felt out that the cigarette that was already damp and lit it for a long time.

Feeling distressed, he stuffed the cigarette back into Dili and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?" ”

"Smoking is not good for your health." Said the "woman" under the umbrella.

Chen Jing didn't speak, squatted under the eaves, and looked at the wet street.

The "woman" stood in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella, looked at him, and said, "It would be nice if Pengcheng was always so quiet." ”

Chen Jing nodded and said, "It would be nice if everyone thought like you." It's a pity that people live for a lifetime, they always have to earn fame and fortune, otherwise there is too much helplessness, how can there be time to calm down and appreciate this quiet. ”

"Don't you like the quiet?" "Woman" asked.

Chen Jing took a breath gently, smelled the faint fragrance of lilacs, and said lightly: "I like it." ”

"If you like it, why do you have to get involved in the noise?" "Woman" asked.

Chen Jing shook his head, sighed and said, "I can't help myself." ”

The "woman" seemed to be infected by Chen Jing, and her tone was equally melancholy, saying: "You and I are mortals, born in the world, running around all day long, and there is no leisure for a moment. ”

This is a lyric that Chen Jing has heard. How good it is, one sentence is exhausted of the helplessness of life.

They stopped talking to each other and fell silent. It's like falling into this silence, quietly listening to the sound of drizzle falling.

At this time, Chen Jing recalled a poem he had learned, Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley".

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella,

Like me.

Like me,

Silently,

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She walked in silently,

Approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision

How poetic, it makes people look forward to it. When I was young, how many people looked forward to meeting such a girl. Chen Jing also imagined that he really met it today. Let him have some anticipation.

After a long time, Chen Jing smiled and said, "After chatting for so long, I don't know what to call the girl, and I haven't seen what the girl looks like." ”

The "woman" trembled slightly, shook her head lightly and said, "It's just a name, do you know the difference?" ”

As the saying goes, the nature of the country is easy to change, and the ruffian is always a ruffian. Chen Jing changed back to the appearance of Hang'er Lang, his language was frivolous, and said: "Hongchen is three thousand zhang, meeting is fate, the girl refuses to tell me my name, you should always let me take a look at her appearance, otherwise, I think about what the girl looks like all day long, I'm afraid I won't even be able to sleep well at night." ”

Hooligans are not scary, they are afraid that hooligans are educated.

Chen Jing embodied this sentence vividly, although the language was frivolous, what he said was reasonable. It's not ancient times, and the two chatted for a long time, and it was indeed a bit rude not to even let them see their appearance.

"Woman" nodded slightly, although her voice was still hoarse, but she could hear the pleasure in her heart, "she" pinched her orchid finger and stretched out her hand a little and said: "I hate it, it's like seeing someone's face, but it's fate to meet you, since you have said it, people will let you take a look." ”

Chen Jing nodded, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Hey, I'll go, the oil-paper umbrella was put down, revealing that face, and Chen Jing's eyes were straight. got goosebumps all over my body, and there was no artistic conception at all.

He pinched his orchid fingers, glanced at Chen Jing strangely, and said in a sharp voice: "I hate it, why do you look at people like this, and you always call them girls, but they are pure masters." ”

The corners of Chen Jing's eyes twitched, and he felt the urge to slap him to death.

His face was extremely gloomy, full of black lines.

Don't say a word, turn around and leave!.