After a day of cold war with Sheng Jingchen, Wen Nanzhi mustered up the courage to come to the most famous entertainment street in Jincheng.

Wen Nanzhi held the steering wheel and hesitated for a moment before pushing the door and getting out of the car, she looked around in place, and her eyes locked on the largest bar in front of the door.

The neon flickered, and the sound of music was already faintly in the ears before it got close.

It was the first time Wen Nanzhi had come to this kind of place, and the resistance in her heart was obvious, she didn't move for a long time, and the occasional breeze blew through, blowing the corners of her light skirt, and a white calf was exposed.

Long.

She frowned in annoyance before slowly turning around and walking back to the car.

"Brother Yi".

"Brother Yi, you wait for me."

The girl's voice is very crisp, and when you taste it carefully, there is a hint of coquettishness.

Hearing the familiar name, Wen Nanzhi's temples jumped, the hand on the car door fell, she turned her head, and saw a tall figure standing on the platform at the door, biting a cigarette in her mouth, and the white T-shirt on her body was stained with a few colors of oil paint.

She almost forgot that when she was a teenager, that person's dream was to be a painter.

"Zhouyi". Wen Nanzhi hesitated for a moment, but still spoke, she forcibly suppressed the excitement in her heart, and clenched the sticky sweat that filled her palm.

Her voice was not loud and almost muffled.

Zhou Yi's ear bones moved, feeling that the sound mixed with the hot wind blowing was a little familiar, he was stunned for a moment, and then thought that he had heard it wrong, and shook his head self-deprecatingly, still swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

"Brother Yi, do people call you?"

The girl who caught up took a breath, stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of Zhou Yi's clothes, she pointed, and pouted again, her expression was rude.

Inadvertently, the position of Zhou Yi's chest began to be restless, he seemed to realize something, the corners of his mouth were uncontrollably raised, and the light under his eyes was also lit, which was more star-studded.

He turned his head slowly, his well-defined features covered with color, and tiny jumps bloomed in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and no one noticed.

The street lamp is dim, the slender figure stands in curls, the ends of the ink-like hair are flying wantonly, the apricot eyes are circulating, and the beautiful little face is more beautiful and bright than in memory.

Ten years have passed between them, but Wen Nanzhi's eyebrows and eyes have never been blurred in Zhou Yi's memory for a moment.

Zhou Yi's legs were long, and he approached in a few steps, with unconcealed joy on his face.

"When did you come?" This is not like a reunion after a long absence.

Wen Nanzhi was in a trance, as if he had returned to high school, after the teenager practiced on the playground, Qingjun's cheeks were stained with a little sweat, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Wen Nanzhi and asked the same thing.

At that time, Zhou Yi's body was always filled with the vitality of a teenager, which was different from the current deep.

There was no greeting or blushing with each other, Wen Nanzhi just looked at Zhou Yi greedily, for a long time, and looked at the girl with blank eyes: "Do you have time?" ”

"She's a friend of mine." Zhou Yi explained, and felt that it was too much, shrugged his shoulders, and put one hand in the pocket of his ripped jeans.

"How did you find here?" They walked silently for half a street, and Zhou Yi spoke first.

"Just ask and you'll find out." Wen Nanzhi pinned the broken hair on her sideburns behind her ears, concealed her helplessness, and asked, "How are you doing?" Still adapting? ”

"Very good". Zhou Yi behaved very freely, trying not to let Wen Nanzhi see his abnormality.

On the day he came out of prison, he asked people to investigate Wen Nanzhi, and the moment he knew that she got married, he had mixed feelings in his heart, but he was always happy for her and did not waste his youth on him.

"Oh".

Wen Nanzhi nodded, there were a lot of things he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to say them?

"Something?" Zhou Yi asked again, he raised his hand and touched the shaved almost bare skull.

"This one is for you".

"What?" Zhou Yi's footsteps stopped first, and when he lowered his head and saw the things in Wen Nanzhi's palm, a faint injury appeared between his eyebrows.

Wen Nanzhi bit her lip and unconsciously wanted to take back the bank card she was pinching, but Zhou Yi held her wrist in time.

"I ask you, what is this?" Zhou Yi still couldn't help but lose control, and his roar alarmed passers-by.

Xu has been depressed for too long, Zhou Yi took the opportunity to vent, he has been in the dark prison for ten years, Wen Nanzhi has only seen him once, and he has said a lot, but he only remembers what Wen Nanzhi said will wait for him.

Therefore, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he still has a grudge against Wen Nanzhi, and it has nothing to do with her marrying, she just abandoned their past, and now she has to make up for it with money.

"I don't mean anything else, you just came out, there will definitely be a place where you need money." Wen Nanzhi was frightened, and her curly eyelashes trembled.

"Good, good". Zhou Yi snatched the bank card and held it between them.

"Does your husband know that you use his money to support other men?"

"It's not his money, it's my own money."

"Really". Wen Nanzhi choked up, but it was not a grievance.