That night, Ren Xing dragged his tired body on the way home, and the taxi only sent him to the street. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are no street lights at the distance from the street entrance to the door of the house, it is one o'clock in the night, the sky is very dark, and the moonlight is not too bright tonight, as usual, Ren Xing took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to shine on the uneven road. But I was surprised to find that there was an unread text message on the phone, the text message was half an hour ago, maybe it was because I was chatting too happily when I had just eaten supper, so I didn't hear the sound of the text message.

The moment he opened the lock screen of his mobile phone and saw the sender's name, Ren Xing's mood was very complicated.

It's Lin Zhiyun, for the past month, the two of them have been busy with their own things, and they have no intersection, and there has been no explanation for that beautiful misunderstanding.

recalled the meeting between the two last month, and the intimate contact made Ren Xing bold, but after all, it couldn't withstand her indifferent response, like a basin of cold water that extinguished the enthusiasm in Ren Xing's heart. Later, he occasionally reflected, but his thoughts were not clear, but he finally understood one thing, emotional matters are unreasonable, such as even if the two have not been in private contact for nearly a month, they have paid attention to each other.

At this time last month, Lin Zhiyun still supported him on Weibo, and although he did not criticize Jiang Decai, the former general manager of Yinlang, he also publicly expressed that he did not have a good impression.

And when Jiang Decai's many black histories were accidentally exposed, Ren Xing also remembered what Yang Xing had said, Jiang Decai's computer could monitor the entire building, so Ren Xing quickly invaded Jiang Decai's computer and deleted all the videos about Lin Zhiyun, although there was no unsightly picture in the computer, but subconsciously he felt that these videos were private no matter what, and spreading them out would not be good for Lin Zhiyun's reputation.

Of course, Lin Zhiyun didn't know about this, and Ren Xing wouldn't be so bored as to find one more thing for himself that couldn't be explained clearly, so what if he told Lin Zhiyun? It does not resolve the previous misunderstanding.

It was the middle of October, the climate in the middle of the night was a little cool, the cold wind was blowing on his face, Ren Xing woke up, opened the dark mobile phone screen again, clicked on the text message and read it.

Lin Zhiyun: "I'm going to the capital tomorrow morning, and the company will cut the ribbon." ”

Ren Xing: "Will you go back to Chongqing City?" After typing the content, Ren Xing deleted these words with a wry smile.

The answer is self-evident, Lin Zhiyun is not from Chongqing, and she has rarely settled in Chongqing before, even if she came, it was because she returned to the studio, because the studio was in the Yinlang Building before, and now Lin Zhiyun has become independent and intends to take root in Beijing, so naturally she will not come to Chongqing, a place that deviates from the entertainment center.

"I just saw a text message, I haven't slept so late, what time is the flight tomorrow?"

I pressed the send button on my hand, and the lights of my phone were a little dazzling at night, so I turned off the lights on the screen and continued to walk in the direction of home.

It was about three minutes later when he got home, and after closing the door, Ren Xing turned on the light in his room, and then took out his mobile phone to see if there was a reply.

Since Ren Xing prefers to clean up the spam in the computer, and even uses his mobile phone to delete useless text messages every day, there is still only the same text message in his inbox at the moment.

"Did you sleep?" The thoughts in his heart flashed, and even the emotions of loss were only revealed on his face for a moment, Ren Xing put his mobile phone on the bedside to charge, took off the change of clothes from the balcony and went to take a shower.

The moment he closed the bathroom door, the sound of a cell phone message rang.

Orange Estate.

The architectural style of Aolan Manor is more garden style, which is characterized by planting flowers and trees, improving greening, and creating a garden landscape around the building through environmental planning and landscape design.

The entire villa complex has been extinguished with the sprinkled starlight, which is considered to be in response to the call of the country to save energy and electricity.

Naturally, this cannot be taken seriously, and people who can really afford to live here will not care about this electricity bill at all, for example, on the west side of the manor, there is a two-story attic with the lights on all the time.

Through the glass window of the balcony, a figure could be vaguely seen in the room tossing and turning on the bed.

Lin Zhiyun couldn't be quiet at all, she even regretted why she had to tell that guy the news that she was leaving, and she still had too much hope, hoping to take this opportunity to repair the relationship between the two to the way it was before, but she was a woman in the end and would not take the initiative. That unsolicited text message was already the result of a long struggle in her heart.

Picking up the phone from under the pillow again, I opened the message conversation window, but it was still only the last message I sent.

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

As for that guy, he sent a non-nutritious nonsense and then disappeared, I really don't know what he was busy with at night, maybe he didn't want to pay attention to me?

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiyun's cold face puffed up with a cute expression, as if she was sulking.

This contrast is like obviously her heart is hot, but she still has to cover a blanket to cover the cold air of the autumn night.

However, she herself was not aware of this, and she would have been surprised if she knew that she had changed her mentality for the sake of a man.

After waiting another five minutes, she had already pulled her hand from the blanket and was about to press the light control button on the bedside.

At the moment when she was about to press the button, the phone rang suddenly, and she had replaced the brightest star in the night sky, which was a new song.

I'm as free as the wind~

It's like your gentleness can't be saved~

You pushed away my outstretched hands~

You go, it's better not to look back~

Endless rafting, the thirst for freedom~

All the vicissitudes of life, bear it alone~

The song is unfamiliar, but the voice is familiar and unfamiliar, she didn't expect Ren Xing's voice to be so clear and magnetic, just like a bard, although the melody of the whole song is not so beautiful, and even not very impressive, but as soon as Ren Xing opened her voice, she still fell in love with it in a second.

The song was downloaded by her from Ren Xing's Xinku.com homepage, called "Free as the Wind", and according to Ren Xing's Weibo, it was a music festival performance. When Lin Zhiyun first saw the title of this song, he felt that this was really worthy of anything, didn't he always pursue freedom? He didn't want to sign him himself, thinking that he had a better place to go, but he didn't expect that a month had passed and there was still no rumor of which music company he had signed.

But after listening to this song many times in its entirety, Lin Zhiyun felt strange emotions in her heart, such as the lyrics of the chorus, which easily made people feel that this was a love song.

I give you tenderness, but you refuse to accept it~

I'll give you hands, the real feeling~

I give you freedom, a long memory~

I'll give you everything, but I can't stay~

Lin Zhiyun also secretly paid attention to Ren Xing's Weibo, and some netizens asked him who this song was written for, Ren Xing denied that this song had nothing to do with love, and netizens naturally didn't believe it, but Lin Zhiyun chose to believe it, she would rather this be a song that has nothing to do with love.

After answering the phone, her face couldn't help but tense, a little angry, a little nervous, very brave when answering, but cowardice accounted for three points when the phone was connected.