On November 28, that morning, the weather was very gloomy, and finally at noon, a cold wind swept down with a cold rain.

Shen Liangshi received a call from Fu Yi on the way to pick up Xigu at Cda.

Fu Yi, who is now in France, said he had sought out the Ph.D. scholar who had published the paper in a medical journal, but who refused to see him.

Shen Liangshi only lightly ordered: "Investigate his life history, family members, and social relationships, and find an entry point from here."

At half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Liangshi's car stopped near C University, and after sending a text message out, all that remained was to wait.

I don't know when he came to C University to wait for her, it has become a thing that makes him accustomed and happy, he has lived for twenty-four years, he has almost always walked alone, and now, there is someone with him.

I can't describe this feeling, it's like a heart that has been ethereal and uncertain suddenly has a home, and can finally rest in peace.

And Xigu is the habitat where he wants to stop and never leave.

When Xi Gu came out, he was holding a lilac umbrella in his hand, and the umbrella surface was pressed very low, and he didn't walk fast.

When Shen Liangshi saw it, he smiled so softly, he pushed the car door and got out of the car, holding up a black umbrella, he stood there, quietly watching her come over.

When Xi Gu saw Shen Liangshi get out of the car, her footsteps stopped for a moment, she put the purple umbrella flat, looked straight over, and the man's clear eyes also looked over.

Somewhere in her heart was suddenly softly bumped, the corners of her lips hooked a light smile, and the corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised.

Then, she raised her feet, and he raised his feet, and the drizzle around him clouded the sky of City C and the surrounding scenery.

But at this moment, the mutual eyes of each other are so clear and compelling.

The cold wind blew into his neck, curled up his long hair, and Xi Gu didn't feel cold, because his heart was already prosperous and blooming, warm as spring.

……

Tan Yiqian is sick and has a fever.

Leaving the Yuxi Road villa last night, he drove straight to the bar and drank, drank a lot of wine, because he wanted to get drunk.

But sometimes people are very strange, the more you want to get drunk, the more you can't get drunk, and a certain emotion surging in his heart is squeezed in his chest, and he feels that he is about to explode.

Even when his parents divorced and sent his mother away, she had never been as depressed as she is now, and he wanted to ask himself, what's wrong with you?

Talking about Yi Qian, what's wrong with you?

He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he couldn't know what was wrong with him, but those things didn't matter anymore.

He remembers that during the drinking he met a girl, very young, and the girl was looking at him, and he thought it was funny and funny.

He beckoned the girl to sit down, and the girl did sit down, and he could tell that the girl was fascinated by him.

When he thought of this, his head hurt even more, yes, he is also very popular with women, and it is easy for a simple young girl to be fascinated by him......

But why, there is no Mosigu among them...... Why, just without her!

He asked the girl to drink, and the girl shook her head, saying that she didn't drink a drop of alcohol, and it could be seen that her vigilance was quite high.

He laughed and continued to drink, and then the girl asked him, "Why are you drinking?" Feeling bad? ”

Feeling bad? As if it wasn't really good, he smiled and opened his mouth to ask the girl, "Are you in love?" ”

The girl shook his head, he laughed again and said, "So, you don't understand. ”

The girl only groaned slightly, and asked, "Could it be that you have fallen out of love?" ”

Lovelorn? When he heard this word, Tan Yiqian felt ridiculous, lovelorn? He has never been in love, so he can't talk about falling out of love.

But now that he is in this state, what is it if he is not out of love? Love but can't, perhaps, is broken love.

He didn't speak, and continued to drink.

Not long after, the girl said that she was leaving, but he ignored it, and the girl really left.

Later, probably after a long time, he came out of the bar, and the wind outside was very cold.

It's December, and the feeling of winter is getting closer and closer, but his winter has arrived early.

He stood there for a long time, his legs and feet were numb, and all his senses were blown unconscious by the cold wind, and at that time, he felt very pitiful.

His vision blurred a little, he closed his eyes, took a long breath, and then turned and walked towards his car.

Getting in the car, he didn't drive away, but started smoking, I don't know how long, the smoke in the car filled him with smoke and he choked and coughed.

I remembered that once he choked Xigu and handed him a bottle of water, but now, there would be no such person.

He continued to cough, coughing until tears fell, but his brain was still so clear, otherwise, why would he think of Moxigu again.

It's disgusting.

He just wanted to be confused once, so that the pain would not be so deep and intense, but this was a luxury.

And then? What happened next?

He seemed to fall asleep at the end, and when he woke up, he only felt very uncomfortable all over his body, and his brain really began to fog.

Then, there was a knock on his car window, and he saw the face of a girl outside the glass, this girl was a little familiar, but he couldn't make out who it was, he thought it was Moxigu, and he thought it wasn't.

He fell asleep because he was tired, really, really, very tired.

……

When Tan Yiqian woke up, he found himself in the hospital, surrounded by white, and he struggled to sit up, but he had no strength in his whole body.

There was a sound of footsteps, and then, there was the sound of the door opening, probably seeing him wake up, the person coming to the door was stunned for a moment, and called him, "Talk about the ......"

It's Wang Yan.

Tan Yiqian took a deep breath, glanced at her, and asked, "You sent me to the hospital?" ”

Wang Yan shook her head, "It's not me." It's a little girl......"

"Little girl?"

"Yes, because you didn't go to work in the morning, I called you and she answered and said you were in the hospital......"

"Did you leave your name?"

"Yes, it's called Mu Kuisheng."

"Mu Kui Sheng......"

Tan Yiqian muttered the name, and he was still a little impressed.

Pulling his lips and laughing, sure enough, his memory was not completely confused, and he remembered so much.

"Pour me a glass of water!" Tan Yiqian instructed Wang Yan.

Wang Yan nodded, hurriedly went to get the water bottle, poured a glass of water for Tan Yiqian, and handed it over.

When he approached, because she was standing, and he was sitting, looking condescendingly, his black eyebrows and long eyelashes, and the bridge of his nose......

Because of the fever, his face was very pale, his lips were also very dry, and the whole person looked a lot less cold than usual.

Breathing for a moment, she passed the water over, looking away from him.

Some feelings are destined to be a one-man show, and the most suitable position is: rotten in the heart for a lifetime.