When Meng Xiang woke up vaguely, the night was already slightly cool, he opened his eyes with a headache, struggled to sit up, but saw Zeng Kefan crawling next to him, Meng Xiang, who was a little surprised, leaned up with difficulty and pushed Zeng Kefan's shoulder.

Zeng Kefan opened his eyes and saw that Meng Xiang had woken up, rubbed his eyes a little excitedly, and asked happily, "Director, are you awake?" ”

"Well, yesterday was?" Meng Xiang couldn't remember what happened yesterday, so he asked tentatively.

Zeng Kefan stretched out his arm to sober up, and recalled with a little complaint: "In the morning, I kindly came to bring you snacks, but I didn't expect to see your eyes spewing fire everywhere as soon as I entered the yard, and kept driving me away, almost spraying me with fire, I squatted on the ground in fear, but I didn't expect you to enter the villa by yourself, and finally fainted in the bathroom, your forehead was also broken, and you were still in the shower, I found you and it took a lot of effort to get you to bed, and then I slept here when I was sleepy." ”

Meng Xiang roughly recalled the events of the day, and he turned his head to look at the alarm clock next to the bed, it was already about one o'clock in the night. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the head of the bed, thinking about yesterday, remembering that he had seen Bo Xianyi, remembering that he wanted to extinguish the fire in his eyes with water, remembering that he had slipped and hit his head and finally fainted, but he could not remember how he had begun to hallucinate.

"Director, director." Zeng Kefan waved his hand in front of Meng Xiang's eyes and said, "Are you still uncomfortable?" ”

Meng Xiang was a little reluctant to open his eyes, he closed his eyes and said slightly: "It's much better, thank you." ”

"Thank you or not, I just want to know what happened to you yesterday, why did your eyes breathe fire? Do you do magic? Zeng Kefan stood up, poured a glass of water, brought it over, and handed it to Meng Xiang.

Meng Xiang opened his eyes, took the water cup and glanced at Zeng Kefan, he didn't know how to explain, so he made it up: "Well, I'm practicing magic, but I don't master it well, so there will be a situation like yesterday." ”

"Hmm." Zeng Kefan nodded as if he didn't understand, and then continued to ask: "Then who is the Yiyi you call in your mouth?" ”

Meng Xiang stopped the water cup to his mouth and did not answer.

"Isn't this a woman? Is she the director your girlfriend? Zeng Kefan asked, holding up the burned and mutilated photo.

Seeing this photo, Meng Xiang didn't even think about snatching it, he recalled the scene of a person riding a motorcycle to deliver this photo to his door during the day and leaving quickly.

Zeng Kefan was taken aback by Meng Xiang's fierce reaction.

Meng Xiang looked at this burned and mutilated photo, raised his head and asked excitedly, "How can this be?" How did the photo come to this? ”

"You burned it yesterday, and I trampled on it with my foot when I saw it, or there won't be any left." Zeng Kefan muttered.

Meng Xiang put down the water glass, looked at the photo carefully, and struggled to recall everything on the photo, he stared at the words "Yishan Yin" on it for a long time, and still couldn't remember what was left on the plaque. Looking at Bo Xiangyi's mutilated cheeks in the photo, Meng Xiang's eyes turned red instantly, and he just had a glimmer of hope, but he was made to disappear by himself.

He raised his head and looked at Zeng Kefan and asked with some loss, "Do you remember all the words on this plaque?" ”

Zeng Kefan shook his head a little uncertainly, Meng Xiang handed the photo to her again, and said excitedly: "You take a good look at it again, think about it, what are all the words on it." ”

Zeng Kefan stared at Meng Xiang with blinking eyes, a little overwhelmed, Meng Xiang realized that he was a little out of shape, and was busy collecting his emotions, sitting a little upright, no longer staring at Zeng Kefan.

Zeng Kefan knew that this woman must be very important to Meng Xiang, and she asked timidly in a low voice, "Director, is she your girlfriend?" ”

Meng Xiang heard Zeng Kefan's question and didn't answer, he looked down at the photo, closed his eyes and tried to recall the words he saw at that time, but no matter what, he couldn't remember what kind of name was written on it.

Zeng Kefan gently took the photo from Meng Xiang's hand, Meng Xiang opened his eyes slightly, and saw her cautious and aggrieved face, so he didn't say anything, he leaned on the head of the bed and thought about it and replied: "Yes, but she seemed to have disappeared many years ago, and completely disappeared from my life." ”

Zeng Kefan took the photo in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, she was so envious of this woman, even if she was not by this man's side, this man was still worried about her, and she would never forget, if one day a man could treat her like this, even if she was allowed to die, she felt that she had no regrets in this life.

"Do you remember the words on the plaque above, I can't remember anything now." Meng Xiang calmed down for a moment and asked again.

Zeng Kefan bit his lip and said uncertainly: "I can't remember it now, I just took a look at it at the time, saw that it was on fire, and patronized it to step on it with my feet, so I didn't take a closer look at it at that time." ”

Meng Xiangyou closed his eyes in disbelief and leaned back on the head of the bed.

Zeng Kefan saw Meng Xiang so sad, and hurriedly said: "But don't worry, I'll go back and help you check on the Internet, it shouldn't be difficult to find out, there are still three words, this shows that there is a lot of hope, right, so you can rest now and wait for my good news." ”

Zeng Kefan stood up as he spoke, ready to go back, Meng Xiang saw her in a hurry and was about to leave, so he shouted, "Why are you going?" ”

"Now go home and help you check, it's good to find you early." Zeng Kefan said.

"It's the middle of the night now, it's too unsafe for you to go back alone, besides, I can also access the Internet here, and the notebook is next to it, so you can check it here."

Meng Xiang said weakly as he pointed to the notebook on the side, his face was a little pale, and his lips were dry, as if he was suffering from a serious illness.

"yes, I didn't think of that." Zeng Kefan smiled and scratched his hair.

"I'm a little hungry now, and I shouldn't have eaten anything for a day, so why don't you go cook some noodles first?" Meng Xiang leaned against the head of the bed, tilted his head, looked at Zeng Kefan, and said softly.

"Oh, yes, you must be hungry if you haven't eaten for a day, why didn't I think of it. You wait, I'll cook the noodles for you now, and I'll put an egg in my pocket, and I'll have something hot first. ”

Zeng Kefan put the photo next to Meng Xiang's bed and ran down to the kitchen with his hands and feet.

Meng Xiang watched Zeng Kefan leave, picked up the mutilated photo again, and struggled to recall the words on it, but his head hurt so much that he wanted to explode when he thought about it, and he gave up after several efforts, and finally sat helplessly on the bed.

The business car swayed again on the gloomy pathway outside the hospital at midnight, and the low wheezing sound seemed to speak of a loneliness, a revenge for an injustice. For half an hour, the wheezing sound gradually died down in the man's low roar, and in a few minutes, the man in the white mask, carrying a corpse on his back, quickly rushed into the backyard of the hospital and went straight to the morgue.

Midnight always hides a lot of restless restlessness, and the bars are full of lights, and men and women hug each other in vain under the bewilderment of the sound of wine, twisting their bodies to comfort each other with the loneliness in their bodies.

In the far corner of the bar, there was a man sitting that day, ordering a few beers and taking a sip from time to time. Looking at the swaying crowd on the dance floor, his face was expressionless, and no matter how hot the scene was, he couldn't cover his cold face.

At this time, a scantily clad woman sat beside him and put her arms around the day. The woman seemed to have drunk a little too much, full of alcohol, and she didn't refuse or cater that day, she was still drinking beer from her own point and looking at the front with an expressionless face.

"Handsome guy, come, have a drink." The woman picked up the beer and poured it into her glass, and with her other hand she raised the glass and said drunkenly.

There was still no response that day, he poured wine into the cup and drank it himself, completely treating the woman next to him as air.

"Handsome guy, am I not pretty?" The woman hooked the neck of that day, and looked at the day up close, face to face, her breath sprayed on that day's face, full of alcohol.

Only then did he look at her that day and replied coldly, "Beautiful." ”

"Hehe, I knew you were pretending, since you think I'm pretty, why are you indifferent to me? Don't you have something else in mind? "The woman is a little bit unstoppable.

"What do you want me to think?" He still said coldly that day.

"Hahaha, you're really interesting, what else can a man think about a woman?" The woman lay down in her arms, threw her arms on the table, and said drunkly, "Say, which hotel are we going to?" Today I spend all my money. ”

That day, he helped her up, pinched her shoulders and placed them on the other end of the sofa, stared down at her and said seriously: "You may have found the wrong person when you opened the room, and the most important thing is that you found the wrong time, I'm sorry, I still have something." He got up and walked out.

The woman staggered to her feet and cried out, "Hey, hey, you stop me." ”

Where was he willing to listen to her that day, the footsteps didn't mean to stop at all, the woman leaned on the table and shouted: "What's the big deal, are you sexually cold, or do you only have a base, you don't open a room with the old lady, some people open a room with the old lady......."

The woman suddenly began to cry as she shouted, she collapsed on the sofa aggrievedly, picked up the beer bottle, and poured it into her mouth.

The light in the master bedroom on the second floor of the house was still on, Pan Yang was half-leaning on the huge double bed with the quilt, she looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost two o'clock, she hadn't come back that day, she would wait for him until late every day, and every time she waited and waited for herself to fall asleep, often sleeping like this, even she couldn't remember how many times.

She looked at the wedding photo on the wall, her eyes blurred disobediently, this pair of handsome men and beautiful women who were envied by others seemed to them, but in reality they were so incompatible, and the marriage of the two families completely kidnapped their happiness.

Originally, she thought that she could live freely, but when she found out that she was in love with this man, she couldn't let go of it anymore, although she knew that this man didn't love her, she still wanted to warm his cold heart, she loved his family, loved his parents, and even loved the children he had with other women.

Thinking of this, she got up and wanted to go to Xiaoyu's room to see if the quilt was covered properly.

When Pan Yang opened the door and was about to enter Xiaoyu's room, she suddenly saw a black shadow swooping up to the third floor, she was so frightened that she almost screamed, but the lights in the corridor were dim, and she didn't see what it was.

"Is there a burglar in the house?" Pan Yang muttered to herself, she lowered her head in thought, and tiptoed towards the stairs on the third floor.