The elevator descends all the way down to the basement.

Fu Shiyu put Tang Xien's crutches in the trunk and carefully helped her into the passenger seat.

"Where to go?" He started the car.

"Xinjiekou never sleeps," Tang Xien took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket, "Do you know how to get there?" I don't know if I open a navigation. ”

"Yes." Fu Shiyu drove the car out of the basement and into the main road with few vehicles.

Tang Xien was thinking about how he would coexist peacefully with Fu Shiyu before Aunt Wang came back all the way, and he almost didn't take the initiative to open his mouth, and Fu Shiyu was not a person who would take the initiative to find a topic to warm up, so the two of them were almost silent all the way.

In the soundproofed carriage, there is almost only the sound of the two of them breathing.

Fu Shiyu, who is used to being quiet on weekdays, feels that such silence is a little upsetting at the moment. To dispel this inexplicable emotion, he turned on the car radio.

The radio was playing a niche folk song, and Fu Shiyu didn't listen to what he was singing at all, but felt that some of the lyrics seemed a little sad.

The steering wheel circled under his hands, and the car drove into Xinjiekou, but Fu Shiyu didn't know exactly where the entrance to the city that never sleeps was.

"Is it going this way?" He looked at the road ahead and asked Tang Xien.

After waiting for a while, without waiting for Tang Xien's answer, he asked again: "Is it going this way?" ”

Tang Xien still didn't answer.

Fu Shiyu glanced sideways at her, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Huh?" Tang Xien took out a tissue to wipe the corners of his eyes, and his nasal voice was obvious, "What's wrong?" ”

"Are you going here?"

"Yes, go straight on this road, and turn right at the next traffic light for about a hundred meters."

"Okay." Fu Shiyu retracted his gaze.

The radio song continues to sing—

"These are the words in my father's diary, these are the prose poems that his life left behind, left behind; Decades later, I watched the tears streaming down my face, but my father was as old as an old newspaper......"

When he first went out, Tang Xien was in a good mood, but he cried at this time, thinking that it was because he listened to this song.

Fu Shiyu remembered that last night, when she asked her not to put her feet on the coffee table, she mentioned her parents during the period, and her face changed dramatically at that time.

He suddenly realized that he knew almost nothing about Tang Xien's other situation except that he knew that Tang Xien was a lawyer at "Guantao Law Firm" and a female Harvard doctor, let alone her past.

These things had nothing to do with him, but somehow, seeing Tang Xien's red eyes, who had always been bright and vigorous, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart......

The car stopped in the parking lot of the city that never sleeps, Fu Shiyu took out his crutches, stretched out his arm again, and asked Tang Xien to press his arm and stand up from the passenger seat.

He lowered his eyes to look at Tang Xien's face, and from this angle, he could see her long and curled eyelashes, and the delicate but reddened tip of her nose......

It wasn't until Tang Xien stood up and smiled at him that he withdrew his gaze slightly uncomfortably.

After more than ten years of development, although it has long been a food street that can form a scale effect, it still retains the business hours of the food stall period, and can operate from dark to dawn the next day.

Fu Shiyu originally planned to find a restaurant that looked cleaner and ordered some soup porridge and other things to eat, but Tang Xien couldn't move as soon as he saw the barbecue and spicy pot.

In the end, she proposed to eat sheep and scorpion hot pot, and it should be spicy.

Fu Shiyu couldn't eat spicy, and just wanted to refuse, but seeing that her eyes were still red, the ghost sent her to obey her wishes.