Yang Tian sat a little cramped in the unfamiliar and somewhat familiar living room.

In fact, he didn't know why he was cramped.

Is there something wrong with it?

Think about it.

Didn't buy a set......

No, no, it's pure, pure.

Yang Tian twisted his somewhat stiff neck and glanced at the hot kitchen, where his sister on Hong Kong Island was making pies.

The TV was playing old Hong Kong movies on the Midnight Channel, and the window was showing the pot of daisies that had not yet withered.

On this night, there was some loneliness, and some dark fragrance floating.

"Would you like some wine?" The Hong Kong Island sister, who was busy with everything, came out of the kitchen, still wearing the warm pink apron, looking at Yang Tian, who was sitting motionless on the sofa like a wooden man, and laughed again.

"Laugh...... What to laugh at? Yang Tian was a little embarrassed, he also knew that there was something wrong with his current state, but he just couldn't control himself.

Nervous, he never thought he would be so nervous one day, and he didn't have to be alone with girls.

But this time it's different......

"Has anyone ever sued you......" The girl's dexterous hand jumped, looking for a possible store of wine in the refrigerator, and a bundled ponytail jumped at the back of her head, extremely cute.

"Smack-" She closed the door of the refrigerator on the upper floor and began to look for the lower level, while still saying a little nonchalantly, "You're pretty cute." ”

"What?" Yang Tian didn't react a little, but he thought that the way this girl turned her back to him now was very cute.

Makes him kind of want to hug her.

Ahem, pure, pure.

"It's nothing, there's no wine, can you go downstairs and buy some?" The girl turned around with a clean smile on her face, just as she had done when they first met that day.

"Okay." Yang Tian finally breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that he needed to go out to calm down, and then think about what he would say so that he would not be cold.

Of course, you have to overcome your stiffness first.

"Well, come back soon, the pie is going to be good." The girl has one hand behind her back, and the other hand is slightly swinging, looking cute to death.

Yang Tian felt that he was about to lose it.

Gotta get out of here.

He almost crawled out the door.

As soon as he went out, he collapsed against the wall.

It's over, it's over, it's dead, it's dead.

Yang Tian felt that he had fallen, what should he do?

Going for a mint-flavored one?

Or strawberry flavor?

No, would she like a Hong Kong Island sister to be her sister-in-law?

No, what will you say?

Yang Tian thought in a mess and stepped into the elevator.

So he didn't see the elevator door next to him open, revealing a pale face.

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Zeng Jingheng raced the car to the limit, although he had just gotten his driver's license, he didn't care at all that he drove the car crookedly, and even almost hit other cars several times.

In the sound of horns and angry scolding, it was miraculous that it did not attract the traffic police, and Ahe, who followed closely behind Zeng Jingheng, felt incredible.

But he still felt that Zeng Jingheng was crazy.

He drove a car that was terrible.

Ah He really didn't know what blow he had suffered, how could the whole person be in a trance like this.

And looking at the direction he was driving, he was actually heading towards Tsuen Wan.

Could it be that he is going to find Ni Yuping?

This conjecture was quickly verified.

Because when Ah He followed Zeng Jingheng all the way to Tsuen Wan City, he found that Zeng Jingheng turned onto the road to the Ni family's old house.

What is he going to do?

Ah He was puzzled.

He could only keep up.

In the end, the car followed Zeng Jingheng and stopped outside the Ni family's old house.

Zeng Jingheng was already like he was drunk, staggering, and walked inside with red eyes.

Ah He hesitated for a moment, did not follow up immediately, but waited outside.

Intuitively, he thought that Zeng Jingheng should not want others to disturb him at this time.

Miraculously, Ni Yuping hadn't rested at this time.

The hall of the English villa of the Ni family's old mansion was still lit, and there was a faint sound of music, and the old British butler, who was still meticulously wearing a straight butler uniform, was standing at the door.

It seems to be waiting for Zeng Jingheng to arrive.

Seeing Zeng Jingheng staggering as if he was drunk, the old housekeeper didn't show any strange feelings, but just bowed slightly and said, "Richard is waiting for you." ”

Zeng Jingheng didn't say a word, pushed open the heavy oak door, and walked in.

Under the warm light inside, Ni Yuping sat at the end of the dining table, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee.

The phonograph in the hall was turning, and the whole room was filled with Bach's Goldberg Variations.

"Oh? You're here. Ni Yuping, who was reading the newspaper, heard the noise, put down the newspaper, glanced at the lost Zeng Jingheng and motioned for him to come and sit.

"Isn't it you?" Zeng Jingheng stumbled across from Ni Yuping, looking at the man opposite with heavy dark circles in his eyes.

"What did you say?" Ni Yuping showed a look of surprise, it seemed that the music in the hall was too loud, and he didn't hear Zeng Jingheng's words clearly.

"That night, it was you, right?" Zeng Jingheng was a bit like talking to himself, and a bit like he was babbling, in short, his eyes were unfocused.

"I think you need some coffee." Ni Yuping slapped his hands lightly, and a maid quickly sent a fragrant black coffee.

Tonight, Ni Yuping brought a pair of gold-rimmed eyes and wore a very strange scarlet vertical collar sweater, which made his whole person a little less sunny than usual and more calm and sophisticated.

"Isn't that you?" Zeng Jingheng didn't touch the cup of coffee, his eyes widened, making the bloodshot inside more obvious in the light, he looked at Ni Yuping deadly, and almost yelled out loud.

"This is the sixteenth case of a missing girl this year." Ni Yuping didn't answer, but picked up the newspaper, looked at the corner of the page that was not obvious, and said, "It used to be on the front page, but now there are bombings and terrorist attacks everywhere, and the media has long disdained to report these small cases, right?" ”

He shook his head with a grunt.

It's like a pity.

"There are tens of millions of people in Hong Kong, and if there are one or two less people, no one cares?"

The music in the hall seemed to be getting louder and louder, and with Ni Yuping's voice, it continued to swirl and amplify in Zeng Jingheng's cochlea.

He felt his head start hurting again, and the whole world began to spin.

He gripped the tablecloth, his whole hand bruised.

"Did You Know ......"

"Yes, no, yes, you?!"

He finally broke out, and the whole person stood up suddenly, and the rough movement brought the steaming black coffee to the ground.

The delicate coffee cup slammed on the ground and rolled far away.

The Goldberg Variations came to a climax.

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