Along the way, no one took the initiative to speak, and there was a hint of depression in the quiet air.

The bodyguard in front of him was very energetic in this weird atmosphere, and his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Hell yes.

It's hard to be a driver, who would have thought that the atmosphere would be so embarrassing, and it would be better to have a fight than to drive a car.

When the car stopped steadily, Tang Xing just opened his eyes.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Tang Xing quietly opened the car door, stepped out of the car quietly, and then quietly closed the door.

Yan Yichen looked at the person who didn't say a word during the whole process.

This girl, even if she is angry on weekdays, she will not vent her emotions on others at will, in this case, before getting off the car, there will be a thank you to others on weekdays.

But no.

Such a Tang Xing is too abnormal.

Yan Yichen followed and got out of the car, walked on long legs, caught up with the person in front, and silently followed behind him into the corridor together.

On the first step, the lights in the hallway come on.

Tang Xing stepped on every step steadily, but the speed was not fast, and it could even be said that he was slow.

Slow until the lights in the hallway go out, turn on again, go out again, and light up again.

Tang Xing walked the first ladder twice repeatedly, and the people behind him followed patiently, not surpassing, not falling behind.

She took one step, he took one step, and the stairs that used to be not used for ten seconds had not been climbed in five minutes.

Finally reached the second floor, Yan Yichen stopped.

The man walking in front of him first slowly turned sideways, then put his hand on the armrest, took a step on his calf, and then walked up another step.

Yan Yichen's good-looking brows frowned slightly, and he was thinking about stepping forward to stop the person, but he found that the person who was climbing the stairs at the speed of a snail a second ago suddenly increased his speed, and even stepped in two steps, and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared in front of him.

Yan Yichen hurriedly caught up, and suddenly braked sharply around the corner.

The person who crossed the floor of his house to the upper floor had stopped moving forward, his forehead was against the door of his house, and the small hand that fell to his side was raised, first touching the pocket of his jacket, and then going down, and after groping for a long time, nothing came out.

The man leaning against the door snorted dissatisfiedly, and as his hand hung back to his side in resignation, his head tilted, and half of his face pressed against the door without any gaps.

Licking his dry lips, when he opened slightly, a familiar password echoed in the corridor-

"Open sesame, open sesame, open sesame."

Yan Yichen: ......

When they met again three years later, he hurried home only to see the drunk man lying on his doorstep shouting the familiar sesame seeds, not knowing what had happened before that.

And this time, it's completely live.

Yan Yichen didn't know what words to use to describe his mood, all the words that stopped in his throat, and the complex emotions at the bottom of his eyes were only left with the unconsciously rising arc of his mouth.

It turned out to be so abnormal because I was drunk.

The drunk knocked on the wrong door again.

"Open the sesame door!" The man upstairs seemed to have lost his patience, let out a low roar, and his hand was clenched into a fist, and he slammed it 'thump'.

This girl is drunk and grumpy.

Yan Yichen took a step with long legs, went upstairs and held the little hand that was still hanging down the door, lowered his head and said softly, "It's here." ”

Hearing the voice, Tang Xing raised his head and stared at the person in the darkness with clear eyes.

After a moment, he asked, "Who are you?" ”