The window was open, and the sound of the car in the distance came from far and near, as if it was crushed in the heart, the sound was a little louder, the heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and in the quiet room, the slightly warm breathing and heartbeat made everything around seem distant.

This room seems to be out of time, quietly stagnating there, bringing a dizzying feeling, and the sultry aroma on Tang Yan's body is like a cloud of mist around her, making people forget the mundane world under the clouds.

Tang Wei is a woman who exudes otherworldly elegance in every pore and every strand of hair.

Tang Yan's hand was raised, clenched into a fist, gently landed on his back, and then unfolded, the palm of his hand was against his back, and he could feel the solid back of the mature man, which was reassuring.

Trust, this is the feeling, spontaneously, Tang Yu suddenly understood what she had been missing all these years...... It's the feeling that there is someone to trust her and make her feel at ease, this feeling Li Huaming can't give, and others can't give it.

Only Zhao Anneng is not strong because his body is not strong, but he is willing to use his body, whether this body is strong or weak, to block the bullets fired at her.

This is the body that blocked the bullet for herself, Tang Yu felt the man's body under the palm of her hand, and there was a feeling of wanting to snuggle into his arms...... Some people say that a woman is a creature who seeks security all her life, a father, a husband and a son, if these three identities of a man can't give her a sense of security, she will go to find a lover.

Could it be that the thoughts in my heart that are about to move are always thinking about cheating? Immediately, Tang Wei denied it, because before she met Zhao An, she had never thought about cheating, she just wrapped herself and stayed quietly in her own world.

Probably Tan Jiping's bullet tore not only his skin and flesh, but also tore a gap in her world, allowing Zhao An to run in.

But...... If......

Thinking of this, Tang Yu shook her head and sighed in her heart, no but, no if.

There is a kind of love that is called love and difficult for oneself.

There is a kind of mistake called one mistake after another.

There is a kind of fate called the continuation of the next life.

What he can give him, that's probably it, Zhao An's hug made Tang Yu completely sure of his heart for herself, and she also felt that sweet and soft tenderness permeated her heart, this is probably the feeling of being in love, so beautiful...... No wonder men and women in the world flock to it.

But she has never been a woman who only cares about her own selfishness, she wants to be presumptuous, she always wants to suppress it, she wants to possess it, but in the end she will push it away, everyone is not a saint, she just wants to make the last choice, worthy of herself, worthy of him.

"Alright...... It's been a long, long time. Tang Yu patted his back gently, raised her head, her cheeks seemed to be attracted by his heat, and when she touched his cheeks, she seemed to be hot and red, and hurriedly pushed him away.

"I just felt faith." Zhao An looked at Tang Yan's clear eyes, not like a woman in her thirties, without a trace of impurities accumulated in the world, her youth and the world seemed to have stagnated at a certain moment, preserved as if she had just been plucked, with slightly dewy petals.

"What faith?" Tang Yu still felt that her heartbeat was a little faster, she rarely had skin-to-skin contact with people, let alone men, many times it seemed that there was no concept of the opposite sex, they would not bring the slightest care to themselves, but Zhao An was different, very different.

So the flush on her cheeks still didn't go away, she was slightly shy, and the thick charm turned into a cloud.

"Religiously fanatical, I feel like I can do anything for the sake of the God in my heart." Zhao Anxin jumped, without a hippie smile, as if confessing: "The god in my heart is a goddess." ”

"Flim Flam." Tang Yu didn't dare to look at his eyes, although he was very serious, he still wanted to give him the adjective Flim Tongue, thinking about it and worried that he would feel a little hurt, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, indicating that he was still very happy after all.

With his carefulness, he will always notice any detail of himself, Tang Yu thought so, turned his head, and clasped his hands together, like a writhing girl.

Tang Yu bent down and began to pack the few small things of her own in the suitcase.

Zhao An looked at her, because she squatted to expose a small section of her back, her skin was fair and delicate, and the edge of the small underwear was faintly visible in the inner skirt.

It's just that because of squatting like this, in the unbuttoned bow tie and shirt button, the round white flesh that is squeezed from side to side with her movements can be faintly seen.

Zhao An stood to the side again, her skirt was not long, she bent down, her thighs were close to the thighs, and the fairest skin of the woman's body was revealed a little more, and Zhao An suddenly didn't know where to look.

"What are you doing spinning around?" Tang Yu waved her hand, "Let's stay next to it." ”

Zhao An went to the side to stay, came to the balcony, watched the afternoon sun gradually become calmer, listened to the bell from the temple, turned his head to look at Tang Yan, his mind gradually quieted down, and sat on the recliner and looked at Tang Yan who was busy there alone.

After a while, Tang Yu raised her head, glanced at Zhao An, smiled and lowered her head.

Zhao An suddenly felt that such a calm and gentle day was so good, like a small day between husband and wife, the woman was busy with trivial chores, and the man who was running home outside sat down and lazily relaxed and tired...... It's like a father and a mother.

"What are you thinking?" Just as she was distracted, Tang Yu walked out.

"Nothing...... Done? Zhao An stood up, "Let's go out to eat first." ”

"Wait." Tang Yu held a letter in her hand and raised it, her expression a little sad and hesitant.

Zhao An knew that this was actually the main reason why Tang Yu came to Zhonghai, she didn't want to face Lin Nanxiu's last words alone, she needed someone to support him and accompany her, so that she wouldn't be alone when she might receive some shocking and abnormal information.

"Lin Nanxiu's last words, nothing in it will be surprising." Zhao An shook Tang Yan's soft hand, "Don't worry, maybe she is telling you that she has found a space-time tunnel, an alien or something." ”

Tang Yu still smiled reluctantly, but her mood was much more relaxed, she turned sideways, touched his arm with her arm, and then slowly tore open the envelope.

Zhao An admires Tang Yu very much, if it is himself, a mystery that has been pressed in his heart, maybe he has seen it a long time ago, and it is a shame that Tang Yu can endure it for so long...... This is probably the biggest difference between men and women, women are more patient.

Inside the envelope was a thin sheet of paper, with a simple line of words on it.

"I'm not dead, I don't have to avenge me, wait for that man from eighteen years ago to come to you."

Although Zhao An had already told Tang Yu that there was no need to be surprised by any information left by Lin Nanxiu, Zhao An and Tang Yan still looked at each other in surprise when they saw this line of words, and their eyes stared directly at that line of words.

Every word is recognized, and it is made together, but it seems to be a message that the brain is about to explode and difficult to accept.

"She's not dead...... Lin Nanxiu didn't die? Zhao An looked at the paper suspiciously, turning it over and over, wanting to see if there were any other mysteries on this paper.

Tang Yu stood there quietly, walked to the edge of the balcony, and took a deep breath.

"Lin Nanxiu is not dead, who was that person eighteen years ago?" This is something that Zhao An is completely unaware of...... Tang Yan was able to read the letter left by Lin Nanxiu with Zhao An, which can be said to be completely trusted, and Zhao An also knew a lot about Tang Yu and Lin Nanxiu, but there was no way to know who the person who was eighteen years ago was.

Tang Yu turned her head, there was already a faint smile of relief on her face, and Zhao An felt that she was a little different...... That sorrow seems to have disappeared without a trace.

She believed? To be honest, Zhao An has no way to believe it, because he witnessed Lin Nanxiu's death with his own eyes, and Tang Yu also confirmed this from other channels, which means that both the killer and the eyewitness confirmed Lin Nanxiu's death, but Lin Nanxiu left such a "last word" a long time ago?

Can such a last word be believed?

"She said she wasn't dead, so she wasn't dead." Tang Yu seemed to have regained her momentum, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her fingers gently lit the lighter, burning the letter, "I think what we need to do is to witness her gorgeous appearance again." ”

"Okay......" Tang Yu and Lin Nanxiu have been friends for so many years, as a friend who knows that Tang Yu will be neutral, but will still hand over the suicide note to her, their feelings and tacit understanding are difficult for Zhao An to understand, but he must believe Tang Yan's judgment, "But who was that person eighteen years ago?" ”

"I don't know." Tang Yu shook her head, and the same doubts as Zhao An appeared in her eyes, "I think about it, and I don't know who the person she said eighteen years ago would be." ”

"You don't know?" Zhao An was even more surprised, he thought that Lin Nanxiu said this, then Tang Yu must know, if Tang Yu didn't know, how could she wait? How do you know who that person is?

"I can't remember who it could have been, eighteen years ago...... At that time, I was still a ......" Tang Yu pursed her lips, slightly shy, unwilling to tell Zhao Anduo about her past appearance, "At that time, Lin Nanxiu had already begun to show her edge, but what was I doing at that time?" ”

Tang Yan's expression was confused, and there were many confused pictures in her mind, but they were not clear at all, as if she was the most lively, the most youthful, and should have been the most beautiful age, but her memory was smeared with a layer of faint ink.

I vaguely remember some, but there are no more specific details, I always think that I remember, if I open my mouth, I can say a lot of things, but at this time, Tang Yu just looked at Zhao An, but felt that his face became more and more familiar.

Familiar?

It's really a strange feeling, Tang Yu pressed her temples, and she had a little headache.