Shen Xichen followed the direction pointed by Yijing and saw the hairpin that was shining with silver light.

"Shen Xichen, pick it up!" Yijing seemed to see hope, but because of her inconvenience, she could only let Shen Xichen do it for her.

It feels so good to instruct the president to do things for her......

Shen Xichen obediently picked up the hairpin, but he was still worried, "Seventeen, the hairpin is so thick, are you sure you can use it?" ”

"No! You see that there is a flower on the hairpin, which is wound with silver wire, and you see if you can untie it. ”

Shen Xichen did as Yi Jing said, found the interface, and pulled it open with force. So, he pulled out a silver wire that was just the thickness of the silver wire.

Stretched out his hand and handed it to Yijing, his bruised arm lying across the air, forming a long broken bridge.

Shen Xichen didn't approach her, she kept a certain distance and looked at her.

Yijing is a careful woman after all, even if she has an indifferent expression on her face, she still can't ignore Shen Xichen's intentional or unintentional alienation action, her heartbeat seems to have missed a beat, and she leaned against the wall for a long time before she came back to her senses, and then took the silver hairpin very unpleasantly.

Obviously, he pushed him away, but now Weishenme has to care about this?

She didn't dare to imagine what kind of life the two of them would have after they went out if she successfully unlocked the lock, she only knew that the person waiting for him at the terminal could never be Shen Xichen.

Maybe it was an empty and deserted place then.

Yijing has long been accustomed to that kind of loneliness, and she has been scribbling on her wounds and looking at her own memories. The clouds are rolling and the flowers are blooming and falling, and they will have nothing to do with her.

Shen Xichen is not?

He hid in the depths of darkness, listening to the discussions of others, looking at the happiness of others, thinking of his own sorrows, and thinking of his lover. No one ever asked him if he was tired, only paying attention to his continuous upward steps. He has money, but if he can't change his sincerity, what's the use? He is powerful, he can't get happiness, and he is like an ornament.

He tore his wounds over and over again, and smiled indifferently as he watched the beautiful blood flow out of the wounds. Only this kind of pain can prove that he really exists, and what his efforts are for.

He promised himself that he would live an extremely gorgeous life in front of that person, even without him, life would be as wonderful.

But these pains of his, Yiyi never understood, did not give him comfort, and pushed him away with her backhand.

He really hated himself, hated that he couldn't give her happiness, hated himself for making her a pawn for something outside his body.

Yi Wan straightened the silver wire slightly, leaned against the wall, and carefully inserted it into the rusty keyhole.

After all, it's a junior high school skill, and after so long, it's a bit degraded.

In addition, the light is not good, Yijing can only squint her eyes and lean against the wall and squat.

Shen Xichen beside him was long gone, and when he returned to his side again, he was holding a pile of paper in his hand. Stacked on those iron plates, just the height of a chair.

When he was sure that the paper was stacked solidly, Shen Xichen glanced at the sweaty figure and ordered, "Sit down." ”

His heart was a thousand depressed, she had helped herself like this many years ago, but unfortunately, she had forgotten.

He sat quietly on the other side of the paper, watching Yiyi carefully study the keyhole, and his focused expression seemed a little stunned, as was her back then.

Shen Xichen not only did not feel embarrassed because he couldn't help, but felt a sense of pride because of Yi's ability. He enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of, appreciating such a little natural snuggle picking the lock.

Yijing sat on the paper very obediently, and a trace of emotion sprouted inexplicably in her heart. It was really tiring to stand on one foot just now, leaning against the wall and bowing her head to unlock the lock, but she didn't expect that Shen Xichen was so considerate and created a paper chair for her.

In this way, the sentence just now did not show the toughness of the command at all, but carried a hint of warmth.

Shen Xichen is not an absolutely gentle person, but he is absolutely careful.

Although he often goes berserk to her, although he is always unforgiving, it is undeniable that at some point, he has the potential to be a boyfriend.

Yijing wanted to knock on her brain......

Obviously, I want to pick the lock very seriously, and my brain is nervous to think of some things that will not happen in the next life......

Holding the silver wire, Yijing tentatively moved through the keyhole, trying to find a way to unlock it.

But it doesn't seem to work.,She's very patient to try.,This lock is very arrogant and refuses to open.。

Yijing wiped her sweat in frustration and sighed.

"Seventeen, take your time, don't rush." Anyway, there are still three or four hours, you can do it!

Yi Jing smiled lightly, shook her head and said it was okay.

So I continued to look for the feeling of unlocking it back then.

It was a long while......

Yijing finally heard a "pop".

However, Yijing did not see the lock opened......

She looked at the broken silver thread in her hand in astonishment, and stopped talking.

How can it be!

The silver thread was actually broken by her!

Yi Jing looked at the unfathomable keyhole anxiously, the sweat on her forehead became more and more, and then tentatively inserted the silver wire into the keyhole, and obviously found that something was blocked......

The silver filament in Yijing's hand slipped to the ground because of sweaty hands, and the crisp sound of smashing the ground made Yijing's spirit tense violently.

Breathing became rapid, and there was an unbelievable sensation......

The silver thread was actually broken by her, and some of it remained in the keyhole.

In other words, even if there is a key this time...... I can't open this lock anymore......

The inexplicable nervousness made Yijing's stomach convuls, and Yijing only felt that her stomach was tumbling as uncomfortable, and a feeling of nausea rushed to her throat before she could react.

"Vomit—" Yi Wei clutched her chest and bent up uncomfortably.

Shen Xichen quickly picked up Yijing and patted her back.

He knew that the silver thread was broken, but he still calmly looked at Yijing from the sidelines, he was just looking for a way to prevent Yijing from feeling guilty.

Maybe Yijing's nervousness caused her stomach to react.

Mood is the point that causes stomach pain!

"Seventeen, are you alright?" Shen Xichen asked with concern, patted her on the back, and looked anxious. There is no doctor here, and if Yiyi is really in pain, he can only do nothing.

"Vomit—" Another feeling of nausea came over her, and Yiwen felt like throwing up, but she couldn't vomit anything. It was as if something was deliberately churning her stomach, making her feel an unbearable disgust.

Stomach pain is absolutely fatal for Yijing.

Slightly accustomed to this feeling, Yijing raised her hand and shook it weakly, and then said in a very weak voice, "Maybe I drank a little champagne before, and then I was a little nervous just now." It's okay, gastritis is **sick. ”

Yijing was entangled by this disease when she was in junior high school, so even if she had a seizure, she didn't panic much.

It's just that, according to the faint feeling of Yi, this stomach ache is the slightest different from every previous time.