The past, who hasn't had the past? The past, forgetting the past is tantamount to betrayal. In the past, some people have just learned to let go of the past, but who knows that they have been bitten by the past----- a person's past is a person's experience, that is, what a person has done, done, and one day will be harvested, the difference is that some people reap good fruits, and some people reap evil fruits.

And what about him? What will he gain?

Unknown.

Mr. Kim moved his feet to the end of the bed, where the drunken Ah Dong was there, snoring loudly.

He fell asleep, there's no doubt about it.

Asleep, drunk, dead.

Mr. Kim couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It's better to hurry up, it's better to go over and help Wan Qian clean up the mess after this thing is over, Adong made such a fuss just now, I'm afraid Wan Qian will be let down this night.

Wan Qian couldn't sleep well, since she married Wan Qian, the two of them naturally slept together, but sometimes she woke up crying, sometimes she screamed from nightmares, and sometimes she was so frightened that she shivered and prayed to others in a low voice.

Each time, he would take her into his arms, and his broad palm would rub Wan Qian's hair little by little, until Mr. Jin brought him true peace of mind. Mr. Kim liked the real feelings: the woman in his arms became softer little by little, the stiff limbs began to relax and stretch, and the tightly knit brows also loosened.

He didn't know what Wan Qian had been through.

So what has she been through?

Since when did he become interested in her?

Ah Dong snorted on the bed, his mouth seemed to chew something, and then he turned over, the curtain was not drawn, the moonlight sprinkled on him, and Mr. Jin saw Ah Dong's face.

That face, he thought, broke his line of inquiry for Wan Qian.

The man who claimed to be surnamed Jin walked to the window, the curtain buckle rubbed against the curtain slide to make a slight noise, but it had no effect on the sleep of the person on the bed, and the footsteps extended from the window to the bed, and the man surnamed Jin reached out and pulled the quilt and covered it on Adong.

Before that, he had never found himself such a careful and focused man.

When he returned to the restaurant, he saw Wan Qian cleaning up the mess alone.

"Where's Mr. Gao?" He asked. "Have you gone back to your room to rest?"

"Yes." Wan Qian replied. "Ah Dong is very heavy, he rarely gets drunk."

Mr. Kim smiled, "It's normal for men to get drunk. You go and rest, I'll come. ”

Wan Qian sat down, her waist collapsed, and she didn't have any image at all.

"I'm really tired." She said, throwing away the rag in her hand. "You say it's nice to be simpler sometimes? For example, life can be like this leftovers, which can be cleaned up in a few hours. Or like this rag in my hand," Wan Qian looked at the rag in her hand, "I've used it, it's too dirty, just throw it away." ”

Mr. Kim didn't know how to take it, so he had to replace words with actions. He never realized that he had a talent for housework, and it was since he was with Wan Qian that he began to know another self.

What was it that approached Wan Qian in the first place?

He forced his mind to move away from the idea, and away until he couldn't see it himself

See that until that thought. Sometimes, you don't have to go back in time to the cause, everyone changes, and the cause changes.

Oh, yes, everyone changes, and he once thought he would never change.

At least, it's not that easy to change.

People are always so easy to be self-righteous, and it is always easy to look down on themselves.

Thankfully, nothing was broken, but there were leftovers everywhere, and a lot of garbage from the crowd, lobster shells, crab shells, mussel shells, each hard enough to easily cut through anyone's soft skin.

Mr. Kim turned and went into the cleaning room, pulling out the broom and other tools, which made it easy to clean up the mess.

"When you're tired, go to sleep first." The man said to the woman.

Instead of going to sleep, the woman joined in. The two of them gossiped while cleaning up.

Gao Tiancheng was peeking at this scene on his phone.

Yes, they've managed to put monitors in some corners of the house.

Do these two look like enemies?

Did the man surnamed Kim seem to be prepared?

Gao Tiancheng couldn't be sure. Human nature is as fickle as the weather. Good can sometimes turn into evil, and evil can sometimes turn into good. Sometimes the original intention can be easily changed, and anything is possible.

He was a little unsure of what to do, and most importantly he didn't know how long it would last, if it was too long......

Yes, he still wants to end it sooner rather than later.

Then go home.

Maybe it's old. For quite some time, he felt that he would not really settle down in this life.

Hehe.

He put down the phone, people are too fickle animals!

The night was silent, and the combination of alcohol and tiredness finally produced a chemical reaction. Gao Tiancheng turned off the phone and curled up into the quilt. At the moment before going to bed, he was still thinking: that pile of cups and plates was a mess, maybe enough for them to clean up until the second half of the night, and Wan Qian would not have the energy to prepare breakfast for us tomorrow morning. I don't know if Adong will be able to get up on time tomorrow morning, the two big men will get up on time in the past two mornings, and then go for a run.

When the weather is nice, the coastline is full of sunshine in the morning, the golden sand is flat, and the fine white seagulls are scattered across the sky, occasionally swooping, which is the prey that can be found.

The sound of the waves hits, the sea breeze is moist and soft, with the salty smell of the sea, and in the morning the shore is usually as quiet as a maiden, and lonely as the home of a middle-aged housewife. And Gao Tiancheng watched Ah Dong run, and Gao Tiancheng himself leaned on the beach doing push-ups, his palms sinking into the white sand, and occasionally sea objects crawled over. Once a small hermit crab crawled over his hand, and he did not dare to move, and saw the small and fragile creature carrying a screw shell that was almost as fragile and young as he was.

Gao Tiancheng didn't really believe that thing could protect the little hermit crab, leaving its tiny footprints on the beach, and it was not until it passed safely that he bent his arm to continue his next move.

The wind tossed his hair and sweat fell into the beach, and Ah Dong seemed to have finished running back in front of him, but he was still smashing his legs to himself.

Gao Tiancheng stood on the ground with his palm

When he got up, his hands were full of fine sand. He clapped his hands and cleaned them up little by little.

The waves take away their voices.

"What do you think of that person?" Gao Tiancheng asked.

They exchange views every day and choose this place because it's empty.

"I can't see through it." Adong is simple and straightforward.

"It's been almost a month." Ah Dong should have complained, although he knew that complaining would not help.

"yes!" Gao Tiancheng turned his gaze away, the coastline was so long, the sea was so wide, he could only see the confluence of the sky and the sea, first it was blue, and finally the place that seemed to be the junction turned into a piece of silver.

"Let's take a look again, no, let's go back to one, we can't all mess around here."

Gao Tiancheng proposed.

"Okay." Ah Dong echoed briefly.

He also wanted to ask how Meizi was doing? Can she be busy alone? But what came out of the mouth was:

"How's the kids doing?" He heard his voice being torn apart by the sea breeze.

"It's fine. Still like that. Gao Tiancheng didn't seem to want to talk about it.

The two of them began to walk back, and there were two rows of footprints on the beach, and the two rows of footprints were neatly shaded. Ah Dong followed behind Gao Tiancheng, looking back at the footprints behind him, Gao Tiancheng walked in front of him, broad shoulders, dark complexion, because of the stump leg, he walked with two shoulders always one high and one low, one high and one low.

The shoulders can be faked, and the posture of walking can also be done, but the footprints are ......

The footprints belonging to Gao Tiancheng were evenly stressed.

He forced himself to take two quick steps to catch up with him.

Don't think much about it.

He heard himself admonishing himself.

Three or four o'clock in the morning is said to be the time when people sleep the most soundly. Ah Dong lay on the bed, gently lifted his quilt, got out of bed, he didn't go out of the door, but carefully opened the window. This is the first floor, he deliberately chose such a room with Gao Tiancheng, this room is located downstairs in the master bedroom on the second floor of Wan Qian and her new husband.

In front of the window was a row of trees whose names he would never know, and all he knew was that they were unusually luxuriant and tall, enough to cover almost the entire south-facing window of his. Fortunately, the branches of the tree were luxuriant, but the leaves were few and lifeless, and through the branches, everything was not too blurry.

The window was easily opened, Adong lightly got on the windowsill, jumped down like a cat, the moonlight was draped on him, the shadow was reflected on the ground, Adong cat got up, and his body was flexible, not like a person who was drunk and dizzy not long ago. The destination of the trip was the owner's bedroom upstairs, where he had never had a chance to sneak in.

He and Gao Tiancheng have been investigating on the spot for several days, and feel that it is slightly more difficult to go from the first floor to the second floor, so the two of them discussed the curve to save the country, Wan Qian's family originally had a small flower room, the flower room was next to the main building, and from the top of the flower room to the top floor, that is, the third floor. It's easy to get from the third floor to the second floor.

In fact, the master bedroom itself may not be suspicious, but in the few days he spent in this house, he touched all the places, but this place Ah Dong and Gao Tiancheng had never visited. I really don't have a chance to go in during the day, and I can't go in at night. Today Adong calculated that he had such a toss, that

The two of them should be tired enough after cleaning up, and they have no energy to take care of anything else.

The wind was cold in the second half of the night, and the hangover made him feel slightly unwell, but it did not affect his agility, from the flower room to the third floor, Yu Adong was familiar with it, and the bad window sill did not stick out on the second floor, which undoubtedly slightly increased his difficulty from the third floor.

Ah Dong told himself not to make a noise, and the other was to pray that the master's house did not lock the window from the inside. He carefully climbed the edge of the third-floor corridor with both hands, leaned down slightly, reached the second-floor windowsill with his legs, tapped his toes, and then firmly clinged to the window with his limbs like a gecko, tucked his abdomen, and held his breath.

Again, he charged himself.

His lower abdomen was almost attached to the windowpane, he turned his face sideways, and gently grabbed the window with his hand, his skin was blunt and touched the glasswork, and he pushed a little, and the window was moved half a millimeter.

There really is no lock.

Ah Dong was overjoyed.

If you come down again, you should pray that these two people are tired like dogs, and they have no time to take care of anything else, and the Bodhisattva blesses Wan Qian not to lose sleep. If you have to have insomnia, don't let the kid surnamed Jin lose sleep, Wan Qian is still her own person after all.

This idea of Adong was proved wrong the moment he opened the window. The window was slowly opened, and he leaned in, arching himself like a cat, and he was going to sit on the windowsill and rub it down little by little, trying not to be careless.

Unexpectedly, a person suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Wan Qian!" His heart was so frightened that it skipped a beat, and he almost snatched the door out of his throat, and Ah Dong covered his mouth.

A dagger was placed against his waist.

"Where did it come from? Get out of here for me. Wan Qian lowered her voice.

"!" "Do you know ......?"

Wan Qian sent the tip of the knife forward, "Get out!" Are you going to get out of here? Don't you?! ”

"I, I'm Adong." Adong pointed his finger at himself with an incredulous expression.

"I didn't know it was you! Get lost! The tip of her knife was sent forward a little more.

(End of chapter)