The hand hanging lightly on her side was a little rough, but the moment she was held, Xue Yanan knew in her heart that with her strength, it was not impossible to break free, but she didn't know the reason for that sentence, or because of something else, until now...... The brief touch still haunts me.

"Mu Chenxi, Mu Chenxi, what kind of man did you provoke, it can be seen that he is indeed interested in you, but now ......?"

Frowning slightly, Xue Yanan at this time didn't know who to blame, after that inexplicable confession, although she knew that Shang Zichen was wrong to do this, but she couldn't completely deny him in her heart, after all, no matter what, at least he and Chenxi ...... And not really together.

'Well, maybe I'm ...... It's the wrong one, maybe I shouldn't have shown up, maybe ......'

For the established facts, it is too late to think about anything now, although she also knows that maybe it is just Shang Zichen's drunken nonsense, but even if everyone will forget jì, she seems to be unwilling to forget jì.

"I didn't think I'd be where I am today...... Love at first sight? Alas. ”

……

Although it was getting late today, Mu Chenxi was still sleeping like a dead pig.

The saliva from the corners of his mouth has soaked the sheets, which also signifies...... At this time, she slept soundly, and her dreams were beautiful, although no one could know what was in her dreams, but she herself knew very well that there was her best friend, and there was a man who was dead to her......

Reality and dreams, in a lifetime...... I can meet several times.

……

At this moment, more than 300 kilometers away from Sijiu City, a lean man was wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead while preparing the objects that he was about to use.

"Jingle Bell... Ding..."The iron and steel parts in his hand kept making a collision sound, and at the same time, it also kept stimulating the man's nerves, accompanied by the sound of "ding", which brought him a touch to his heart again and again.

Some of these things are not unfamiliar to men, after all, he has not been a good student since he was a child, and he is mixed in a school full of rich children, and a child from a poor family like him can only be bullied if he doesn't want to make himself more arrogant...

Picking up one of them, judging from the shape, it was a steel knife with a handle, about half a meter long, and I saw the man swing it a few times in his hand casually, judging from the not very graceful but not stiff movement, this thing was not the first time he had used it.

But really, it was only one he had learned to use a few days ago, and it was also the one he had used once and felt very handy, but at least half of the long travel bag... He had never used it before.

Slowly hang it down his trouser legs, on the man's waist, there is a special belt that can hang multiple objects, of course, except for this dress and himself, everything else is provided for him, although the man does not know the so-called 'employer', and does not have a friend, but he himself does not care about this, after all, this is just a job, a life to keep himself... At the same time, it is necessary to make it impossible for others to live...

Although he has not been doing this for a long time, the man has already made himself know how to face this qiē silently, whether it has happened or is about to happen......

For the qiē he has experienced during this period of time, the man can only silently sigh at the impermanence of the changes in the world, but compared with many people, he can at least do this, although it is always accompanied by danger and fear, and even he doesn't know if he can persevere, but this is at least one way... A way to get used to it, although it's not correct...

In fact, right and wrong, in many cases, are often either forced by others or forced by themselves, most of the time... Many people don't have more choices, and even worse, they don't have any other choices.

When the thing he was holding in his hand was once around his neck, when the moment of despair came from the bottom of his heart, he suddenly remembered the person he still cared about, and he had to be forced by others to force himself to be ruthless, or rather...... Become a little more ruthless than others.

No matter what kind of past you have, if you want to realize your dreams in the future, you have to let yourself go down this road of no return...

Packing up the travel bag in front of him, the man turned his head and began to sort out another package, unlike the previous ones, the contents of this bag were all his own, including all the man's daily necessities, although there were not many things...

"Alas, after this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here anymore, after all, it's too close to the rented place, so it's better to change to another place, otherwise it's ......"

Whispering to himself, although he has not lived here for a long time, this rare "home" still makes him feel a little nostalgic, after all, for a lonely person, this small room is his only safe haven.

After packing all his things, the man lifted the backpack with one hand, and slung the long and heavy popular bag on his back, and then he looked around again, and finally reluctantly walked out of his 'home' for more than half a month.

"I really don't know when I'll be able to return to my hometown, and I don't know what the future holds... Where am I going..."

Pressing a few red tickets against the bed, the man thought to himself: 'No matter what, you must keep this last shred of conscience.' ’

Gently closing the door, he placed the key on the door frame, and then the man was alone, slowly throwing his lonely figure into the darkening night, and finally gradually disappearing into this narrow alley.

In the house that has become empty again, before the next resident moves here, he will continue to retain all the thoughts in the heart of his former owner, and now what is preserved here are the only two thoughts left by the man: one is the money that is urgently needed, and the second is... It's the only person in my heart who is still thinking about it...

And in this room, there still seems to be a lingering aftersound, which cannot be dispersed for a long time, as if it has been remembered by the old furniture, and has become a part of this room, and this is also a phrase that the man who has left often recites: "May you be well!" ”