The stars are shining, insects and birds can be heard from time to time in the mountains, a full moon is reflected in the middle of the water, the wind brings a trace of waves, and the water ripples in the stone wall.

Bonfires were lit in the mountains.

Su Meng was roasting a hare on the side.

She looked at Xia Fan, who was still unconscious, and ate the rabbit meat after a while.

Xia Fan, who was in a coma, returned to the intersection again, looking at the smashed Santana, the car was empty, he wanted to reach out and open the door, but found that he couldn't move.

What's going on?

He used all his strength, but he still couldn't move even half a step.

Suddenly!

A knife with a silver handle shot out of the car!

The flying knife quickly stabbed towards Xia Fan's chest!

Xia Fan summoned a clone to block in front of him.

The next moment, the throwing knife stabbed into the chest of the clone.

At the same time, Xia Fan's body also regained the ability to move.

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, looked at the doppelganger lying in a pool of blood, and a chill welled up from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, a woman's voice appeared in Xia Fan's ears.

"Xia Fan, let's play here today, I hope you can dodge my attack next time."

Before Xia Fan could figure out what was going on, his body was pulled up by an inexplicable force.

He panted and looked at the bonfire in front of him, as well as Su Meng, who was roasting meat on the side.

Another dream? Why have you been dreaming of that Santana for the past two days?

"Boss, you're awake."

Su Meng handed the freshly roasted hare to Xia Fan's hand.

Xia Fan ate rabbit meat, and his appearance was extremely ugly, three times five divided by two, and only the skeleton was left after eating rabbit meat.

"Hiccup~"

He burped and touched his stomach contentedly.

"Su Meng, I've been having the same dream lately."

Xia Fan thought back to the dream just now, and the silver short knife in the dream.

He shuddered.

Su Meng: "What dream?" ”

She looked at Xia Fan, and the firelight reflected on her face, which looked even brighter and more moving.

"I always dream of the Santana that hit me."

"Boss, you don't have post-traumatic sequelae, do you?"

Post-traumatic sequelae are divided into many symptoms, one of which is similar to Xia Fan's situation, which is mainly manifested in the repeated and involuntary emergence of trauma-related situations or content in memories or dreams.

This symptom is called traumatic re-experiential symptoms.

Xia Fan scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.

I don't really have post-traumatic sequelae, do I? Just kidding, I'm also a superpower, okay, and I'm afraid of being hit by a car?

Su Meng saw that Xia Fan didn't speak for a long time, and asked worriedly, "Why don't I take you to see a psychiatrist next time?" ”

Xia Fan shook his head and said, "Don't go, it's too embarrassing, I'm a superpower, I want to save face." ”

Su Meng laughed.

"Boss, I find you interesting."

"Huh?"

Xia Fan looked into Su Meng's eyes.

Looking at the lights of the thousands of homes under the mountain, the wind blowing through Su Meng's hair, she didn't speak, just looked at K City in the distance so quietly.

People see different landscapes at different heights.

If you are in the city, you will see high-rise buildings, busy traffic, and people coming and going.

At this moment, Xia Fan was in the mountains, he looked at the brightly lit K City, and sighed that thousands of homes were lit, but there was no home of his own.

This is the most fragile place in his heart, since he was a child, he has become the current Xia Fan, he has no family, and he has few friends, there were Chen Taiping and Lin Xin in the past, and recently there is just one more Su Meng.

"This is the first time I've sat at the foot of Xijiao Mountain and watched the night view of K City, I didn't expect it to be so beautiful."

Su Meng took a deep breath.

"It's also the first time I've fought for this beauty."

Xia Fan glanced at Su Meng, Su Meng also looked at Xia Fan, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

They see common ground in each other.

Morning.

Xia Fan covered the bonfire with soil, he patted the dirt on his body, and reached out to pull Su Meng.

Su Meng took out the long sword at her waist, and Xia Fan knew that she was about to use the high-imitation sword technique she used in the morning again.

With a leap of figure, Su Meng stood on the flying sword.

"Boss, do you still want to experience it?"

She looked at Xia Fan with a wicked smile.

Xia Fan had an expression covering his face, and finally stood firm on the sword, he hugged Su Meng's waist tightly, closed his eyes, and rested his head on her back.

After a while, Xia Fan saw that there was no movement, and slowly opened his eyes, the sword under his feet was still hanging in the air, and there was no movement.

"Why don't you fly?"

Xia Fan asked Su Meng.

Su Meng looked back at Xia Fan, and made a gesture with his left hand asking for money.

"Boss, pay first, then Edgeworth."

What a little money fan!

Xia Fan scolded in his heart.

Then, he dug into his pocket, which was about to be broken by him, and was stunned to take out only a one-dollar coin.

"It's all my belongings."

Xia Fan only felt that he was hollowed out.

Su Meng took a coin from Xia Fan's hand.

In the moonlight, she carefully looked at the dollar coin in her hand and shook her head helplessly.

"Tut-tut, boss, you're so picky."

Xia Fan has a few black lines on his forehead, he really doesn't call it picking, he really has no money.

It's called poverty!

Xia Fan let out a cry from the depths of his heart.

Su Meng is a complete fan of small money, and for her, a dollar is also money.

Yes, that's how she comforted herself, no way, who called Xia Fan her boss?

"Boss, stand firm! We're off! ”

As soon as the words fell, with a swish, the flying sword rushed straight out of the clouds.

Xia Fan experienced the feeling of flying at high altitude again, and spent the whole time in shaking with his eyes closed, which can be described as a whirlwind and dizzying.

The flying sword landed in an inconspicuous alley in the school.

"Boss, we're here."

Su Meng turned his head to look at Xia Fan, who was hugging him behind him.

Much better than in the morning, it seems that you should get used to flying a few more times.

Xia Fan's hands trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Xia Fan looked at the scenery outside the window, Su Meng drove a pink Wrangler on Binhai Avenue, which extends in all directions and is the main road of K City.

Along the road, Xia Fan saw that some firefighters were still dealing with the stagnant water on the road, and the stagnant water had been basically cleaned up compared to the morning.

Finally over, Xia Fan looked out the window, he was a little tired, leaned on the seat and fell asleep.

Su Meng looked at Xia Fan who was sleeping in the passenger seat.

You'll have a lot to face in the future, boss.

At sea level, the sun slowly rises and the sky is getting brighter.

Su Meng drove all the way west along the Esplanade and finally returned to the Super Inn.

The red brick wall outside the inn has been removed.

Su Meng parked the car in the basement, and she woke up Xia Fan.

The two pushed open the door of the Super Inn.

The little brother at the front desk, An Kai, saw that Su Meng and Xia Fan were back, so he greeted him with a big belly.

"Xia Fan, Manager Su, you are back."

Obviously, he doesn't have the habit of calling Xia Fan the boss, not only An Kai, but Wei Xue and Xu Dahai also don't have the habit of calling him the boss.

"What's going on with his belly?"

Xia Fan looked at An Kai's belly like seeing a pregnant woman who was five months pregnant.

Su Meng smiled: "Don't pay attention to him, it's just that you eat too much." ”

Xia Fan let out an "oh".

Then, follow Su Meng to the restaurant.

Xu Dahai was busy at the bar, and when he saw Su Meng and Xia Fan coming in from outside, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Manager Su, this way."

Su Meng took Xia Fan in the direction of the bar,

Xu Dahai had already prepared two bowls of porridge and put them on the bar.

"Uncle Xu."

Xia Fan greeted politely.

Xu Dahai nodded: "Drink it while it's hot, this porridge in the early morning is better than wine in the middle of the night." ”

Su Meng and Xia Fan picked up the porridge on the bar and began to drink it.

Xu Dahai is worthy of being a chef, don't underestimate this bowl of porridge, Xia Fan and Su Meng eat with relish.

From night to day, Xia Fan finally realized what he said on the Internet.

Late-night wine is not as good as early-morning porridge.