Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly:

"Who else could it be?"

"Uh...... Maybe someone else made a little joke on you. ”

Jiang Ran stretched out two fingers and gestured to him.

Seeing this, Eno tilted his head, "Is this still a little joke?" ”

Jiang Ran: "......"

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ran stuck his waist and simply broke the jar: "Okay, it's me, what do you want." ”

"You?" Eno cooperated with a surprised expression, and was still immersed in the play.

"Nonsense, who else but me can be your old father, no one else deserves it." After a pause, Jiang Ran added in a low voice: "Except, of course, Uncle Jiang. ”

Eno hissed, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

Listening to her such a serious addition, he really lost his temper.

Jiang Ran frowned and asked him, "Did you really beat Cheng Ziqian?" ”

"Nope." Eno shrugged.

Hearing this, Jiang Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

But as soon as she spit out this breath, she noticed that something was not quite right.

"Wait...... Wait a minute. Jiang Ran thought seriously for a moment, then looked up at him with squinted eyes: "Did you know it was me from the beginning??? ”

Eno opened his mouth to explain something, but felt as if it was superfluous to say anything. So he nodded slightly, in response.

Seeing this, Jiang Ran picked up the things in his hand and threw them at him.

"You're sick!"

Be all abroad!

Jiang Ye ducked, the smile on his face grew, and he said deliberately: "Eh, it's obvious that you did something wrong with this ID first, why did it become my fault again." ”

"One yard to one yard." Jiang Ran put one hand on his waist, and his tone was serious: "The fact that I am your old father, it is a fact." ”

Eno: "......"

……

Lu Yanzhi woke up from his dream in a daze. Lifting some heavy eyelids, he looked at the ceiling, and it was pitch black all around, except for a beam of light from the ceiling that came in through the window.

I can't tell if it's moonlight or a street lamp.

He struggled to sit up from the bed, and after a long search, he found his phone under the pillow.

Predictable.

No missed calls, no unread text messages. There is news on WeChat.

Click in and take a look, from top to bottom, it is full of articles pushed by the official account.

Seeing this, Lu Yanzhi smiled, turned off his phone casually and threw it aside.

In the quiet bedroom, a few coughs rang out from time to time.

Lu Yanzhi rubbed his eyebrows, a little tired.

Probably because the window was open, he heard the sound of traffic outside, and couldn't help but look over.

The place where he lives is next to the most prosperous commercial street in Yuncheng, and opposite is the largest shopping mall in Yuncheng. Looking out, the lights were shining outside the window.

Lu Yanzhi hadn't felt so lonely for a long time.

In a huge city, people outside are talking and laughing.

He is the only one.

In other words, a few years ago, such as when he was in high school, if someone used the word 'lonely' to describe him, he would really laugh and curse, and then kick it.

Lonely?

He?

How is that possible?

But since he was in college, he has felt it from time to time, and he will use this word to describe himself.

In fact, when he was in college, whether it was his roommate or his classmates, they were all good to him and liked him. He also fights with them every day. Just after laughing, there was a long feeling of loneliness.

As if caught in a memory, Lu Yanzhi sat motionless on the bed.

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