[Uh, fat brother, I really didn't mean it!! the chapter just happened to be here, cover your face. 】

'The night breeze is cold, looking back at the past...'

Walking in the night, the neon lights of the lakeside illuminate the people passing by.

The small pavilion built by the water was crowded with people, and in an open space next to it, the square dance team had finished dancing all night and dispersed.

I don't know where the music came from. Fusu doesn't have any special hobbies, so he can barely say that listening to songs can be counted as one.

"Alas, listen, silence is golden, brother's song. Sang Xia listened with his ears pricked up for a while, pulling Fusu's arm and swaying.

"Well, he's a good singer. Fusu nodded.

"Ah, you know brother!"

In my impression, Fusu had nothing to listen to in her spare time, but she couldn't afford to appreciate some ancient tunes, although under his patient explanation, she barely knew the meaning conveyed and told in the songs, however, love was incompetent.

"What's so strange about this, but you, how can you like his songs at such a young age?"

"What's the matter, my brother is not old, he is so handsome. Sang Xia hugged Fusu's arm, and his eyes were full of stars.

Fusu frowned and looked down at her, stopped and said solemnly, "Holding my hand and thinking about other men, do you think this kind of behavior is advisable?"

Sang Xia stuck out his tongue and made a grimace that rolled his eyes, and was immediately dismissed by a slap in the face, "Don't try to fool around, I haven't settled accounts with you about getting drunk last time I went to someone else's house." ”

"Once you dig through the old accounts, it's over...", muttered, not daring to make a loud noise.

"What did you say?"

"Ah, no. You don't just listen to those 'classical' music, how do you know brother?"

Those tinkling and clanging winds, chanting and singing, anyway, the elegant (mysterious) hobby of Fusu and Midnight is really not something that Sang Xia can understand at his age.

"He's good. I heard him sing more than ten years ago..."The two continued to drag their arms forward, talking about interesting things about the year while walking Fusu.

That year, he and Meng Yi searched for the traces of the Xiling River and came to Hong Kong.

Seeing thousands of people pouring into a building (Hung Hom Sports Complex, Hong Kong), he also squeezed in, only to be ruthlessly kicked out.

simply hid his body and entered it, and it was crowded with people. At that time, Fusu thought that these people were worshipping, or some kind of grand ceremony of princes and nobles??

No one could see Fusu, so he stood on the stage and looked at the man singing, his face thin and his eyebrows were calm. His voice is unique and he sings amazing songs. Although Fusu couldn't understand it, he was attracted by the song.

"Wow!" Sang Xia's eyes lit up, holding Fusu's hand and tugging hard, "You've actually seen him real!"

Seeing that Sang Xia looked like a fan girl, Fusu was angry and funny, nodded helplessly, and then suddenly lowered his head and leaned in front of her, "It's close, it's like that." ”

"Oh, I hate you. ”

.........

In the distance, there was a singing voice: 'If I can, live one more time, I hope to be able to do it again, meet you again on the road, and write a lifetime of sentences together, if I can, live one more time, a thousand times I look forward to, you are still in front of me, I want him to have the warmth of this life in his life...'

Beside the sparsely populated path, the glimmer of the street lamp fell on the two of them, and the night breeze quietly turned a corner and blew away...

The loud knock echoed through the empty hallway for a long time, and the door finally opened.

Bai Suli had long hair and puffy eyes, half-squinted and half-open, standing by the door in her pajamas. Qiao Ziye's words that were about to blurt out suddenly choked in his throat, and the person who came to ask for the crime suddenly became at a loss.

"What?"

"That, uh" The language was not yet organized, and seeing that Su'er was about to close the door, Qiao Ziye hurriedly drilled in, and was stuck in the door frame.

"What's the matter?" Su'er rubbed her eyes, yawned, and let go of her hand.

Qiao Ziye entered the house, walked straight to the living room, and put a bunch of things in his hand on the coffee table, "You woman, you know how to enslave me, am I a coolie? And hit me with the door, and the viciousness will not kill you. ”

"Well, and then what?"

"And then, then, what, can't you thank me?"

"Oh, thank you. Su'er opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water.

"Hey, what kind of attitude do I say? ”

After drinking the water in the bottle in one goo, Su'er took a long breath, and then Su'er glanced at him and said, "Midnight, I'm tired." ”

Qiao Ziye pouted and didn't know what to say, looking at her pale face, there was a feeling of distress.

Unconsciously reached out and rubbed his chest, inexplicably, what are you sobbing?

However, what is even worse is that Su'er pursed her dry lips, and he suddenly felt that this action was so tempting!

I'm going to die! I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" A thunderous roar sounded in the center of Qiao Ziye's brain at the same time.

"You, did you put some kind of spell on me again?!"

Su'er rolled her eyes weakly, "What are you talking about?"

Qiao Ziye opened a round box on the tea machine, "That, I happened to pass by this shop and packed you a bowl of red bean and taro balls." It's still hot. ”

Su'er leaned over and sniffed the sweet fragrance, brought it over and ate it without saying a word.

After eating three times and dividing five by two, he took the tissue handed by Qiao Ziye and wiped his lips, and then took a sip after wiping it.

Qiao Ziye felt like he had seen a ghost, his heart was beating faster, and he made a loud noise.

No, she can't find out.

"Remember to eat the fruit, I, I'm gone. Dropping a sentence, Qiao Ziye turned his head and ran out of the door as if he was running for his life.

Su'er tilted her head and looked at the empty doorway, wondering if this guy's brain had been knocked out by a demon again.

After discussing with Fusu about the weirdness of Sangxia's dream, Su'er felt extremely weak, and Fusu originally left her to live in Runlu. She refused, for reasons she didn't know.

When I returned to my residence, I fell asleep for several days. When I slept I was so hungry that I was dying of hunger, as if I would never have enough to eat.

After thinking about it again, I came to the conclusion that it should be too much energy consumed in the psychic world, which is why it is so prostration.

After hurriedly 'escaping' from Su'er's house, Qiao Ziye didn't know how he came to the basement, how he drove the car, and how he returned to Runlu.

Shaking his head all the way and thinking about it in pieces, hell, hell, hell, it must be hell.

............