was originally a low-key secret investigation, but I didn't want to make so many things!

accidentally learned his identity, but Ye Zifei didn't want to leave.

On the second day of the interview, under the pretext that he wanted to go back to Europe to recuperate, he pretended to leave by helicopter, but turned to the town halfway.

landed on a farm in the town, and I don't know when Yang Yi bought it.

The farm covers thousands of acres, two-thirds of the farm turf, a jubilant stream runs through the farm, the stream gathers in a corner of the farm, forming a wide lake with rippling blue waves, and in the distance there is a small hill forest intertwined with broad-leaved trees and coniferous forests, green mountains and green waters, fresh air, and a wide view, dotted with white villa-style buildings.

At this moment, the snow has not completely melted, condensed into ice, and there is already green grass hidden in it, trembling slightly in the cold wind.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Ye Zifei also felt that his mood had become much happier.

She was accompanied by a doctor and two bodyguards, and of course Yang Yi was also indispensable.

They got off the plane, a green pickup truck drove over, and three men with Eastern European appearances, dressed in denim clothes, looked restrained, and one of the older stammered in English: "Sir, and madam, my name is Andy, these two are my sons, we used to take care of this farm, and the owner of Jack said when he left, you will continue to hire us." ”

Ye Zifei looked at them and looked like honest people, but looking at their cowardly appearance, they shouldn't be local, maybe they were smuggled to Sweden's "black hukou".

Seeing that Yang Yi had not replied, the three of them immediately became nervous.

Ye Zifei said impatiently: "Why don't you reply." ”

"I've given you this farm, and now it's in your name."

Ye Zifei glanced at him with a smile, and immediately stood up again, raised a middle finger at him, and said in Czech: "Then stay!" ”

The father and son were overjoyed, desperately grateful in Czech, and then suddenly realized something, and their faces turned pale, knowing that the new owner had seen through their own details. I quickly chased after him and explained in broken English.

Ye Zifei loves this farm very much, but she is unwilling to accept Yang Yi's kindness, if it is a gift from friends. She doesn't care yet, but now Yang Yi is too lively, so she doesn't like it.

Judging from the care of the farm, the three Czechs are quite attentive, and it doesn't matter if they stay.

Ye Zifei stepped on the ice slag of the grass and walked towards the villa. The others had to accompany together, and at this time, with the cold chill in the air after the snow melted, Yang Yi shivered and asked, "Don't you like it?" ”

"No, it's good, it just shouldn't belong to me."

"Why ......"

"Stop, you're going to say strange things again."

"Don't you want to say a word to me right now?"

"Not really."

Yang Yi said excitedly: "Then let's talk about something?" ”

"Okay, tell me about your foal from the University of London!"

"Little pony?"

"That cheerleader, didn't she call you a knight?"

"I said it was a misunderstanding."

"To put it romantically, it's a beautiful encounter."

“……”

They talked in Chinese, and no one else knew what they were talking about. His expression was dazed.

Entering the villa, Ye Zifei stepped on the luxurious and exquisite carpet on the ground, Yang Yi followed, and the others stood at the door and looked at the mud marks on the carpet and felt distressed. The Eastern European women who were busy in the house hurriedly brought woolen shoes and changed them.

Ye Zifei looked at the furnishings in the room unconsciously, and noticed that there was a pure white piano in the center of the hall, and it should have been just moved.

She walked over and touched the surface of the piano, and it went all the way down, her fingers beating like elves on the black and white keys. The sound of the piano was sad and desolate, and the reverberation of vibration echoed around the villa, and soon stopped, and it seemed very satisfied.

Yang Yi said: "This is specially ordered by me from an Italian piano store. Don't you like to sing? On the second floor, I'm preparing to convert into a recording studio, I've ordered a new recording set, I'm on my way, and if I need to, I'll hire the most professional recording engineer in Europe to help you record new songs. ”

Ye Zifei smiled: "It's good, but I'm leaving." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Get out of here."

"Why?"

"Never try to use a canary's cage to domesticate a goshawk. Yang Yi: I know what you're thinking, don't waste any more time. ”

"Why?"

"How can there be so many whys? Why are you and I a hundred thousand? Ye Zifei's mood became extremely irritable, "Yang Yi, it seems that we should talk." ”

Two people sat down at the bar in the corner of the hall, and the others were taken to rest by the maid.

It was the afternoon, the sky had become dark, there were two glasses of vodka on the bar, Yang Yi was not used to drinking this spirit, but he just rolled the wine glass in the palm of his hand, looking gloomy.

Ye Zifei had drunk most of the wine in the cup, his throat was slightly dry, and he was very conscious.

The two men sat silently, and neither of them spoke.

Finally, Yang Yi couldn't bear it anymore and said softly: "You know I like you, why don't you give me a chance?" ”

Ye Zifei fell into deep thought, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Let me tell you a story, there was once a killer group similar to a terrorist organization in Europe, they were raised by a group of rich people, the only thing to do is to get rid of their competitors, they are very powerful, they take children from all over the world and train them, the competition is very cruel, only a few of the hundred children can survive, and a child named Joker is one of the lucky ones." ”

Yang Yi was originally depressed, thinking that Ye Zifei was perfunctory, but when she said clown, she couldn't help but raise her head.

Ye Zifei quietly told the story of himself, King and Red in his previous life, and the story ended with the death of the clown in Tokyo.

Yang Yi's eyes were a little disapproving, even mocking, and said, "That clown is dead?" ”

"Yes, dead. His understanding of feelings is not possession, but protection. ”

"In my opinion, he is a loser, he can't even confess his beloved, and death is already a mercy for him."

Ye Zifei laughed miserably, drank the wine, and said, "Yes, he is indeed a failure, but you see this is the difference between us, I am the same person as him." ”

"You've said so much, which person is you in the story? Don't talk about that red, I know your past, you are by no means a killer, are these your fictional characters? ”

"Yes!" Ye Zifei smiled stupidly, but said in his heart, I am the clown!

The sky gradually darkened, and after dinner, Ye Zifei hid in the guest room on the first floor early, and slowly savored the memories alone, he was really a loser. (To be continued.) )