If you don't hear a familiar voice, you might scream and ask in surprise into the darkness, "Aren't you gone?" ”

Walking out of the darkness, his silhouette was immediately visible, and when he stood in front of him, he just blocked the wind, but his face was turned away from the street lamp, and he couldn't see it clearly. "How does it feel to be fulfilled?"

Shocked, he blurted out, "How do you know?" ”

"The plain thoughts are written on your face, and there is no challenge at all. Don't ask me such a low-level question in the future. ”

Have it? Although he is not a scheming person, he is not as plain as he says.

When I took a taxi back to the apartment, it was nearly nine o'clock, and as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, Gao Cheng said, "Come and eat." I was stunned for a moment, and then I noticed that he seemed to have changed into a coat. Seeing that I hadn't followed, he turned around and his dark eyes were calm, "Do you need me to come and invite you?" ”

When I saw the two dishes on the table, I couldn't describe what the mood was. Flattered? No, he was ignorant, hesitated for a while, and asked the person who was sitting in a wheelchair with a bad face after entering the door: "Is it specially made for me to eat?" Gao Cheng was still staring at the two dishes on the table, and replied, "It's already cold." ”

"It's cold and cold, so it's good to go to the pot and heat it up."

"That would lose the deliciousness of the food, and what difference would it be from your dark cuisine?"

"......" finally understood his mentality and came to show it.

Because it was "very unfortunate", he made these two dishes: sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed sea bass. In his words, there is contrast, and at his insistence with a stinky face, I had to raise my chopsticks to pick up the frozen ribs and put them in my mouth. After chewing, he gave a fair evaluation: "Except that it is cold, the taste is OK." ”

Gao Cheng finally relieved his expression and rolled his wheelchair into the kitchen, and soon the person came out again, with dishes and chopsticks in his hands. I said, "Already." But he sat down at the table slowly, and then slowly and methodically took a piece of meat from the fish's belly, and said lightly when he brought it to his mouth: "Don't ask any questions when I'm hungry." ”

After a silent meal, the question finally began.

It's just that Gao Cheng only gave me three chances to ask questions because he was sleepy. I thought about it in my heart, and first asked a question that I thought was critical: "How do you judge that Du Xiangyuan has a problem?" ”

He burst into laughter, "What? Think he has a good face and is psychologically biased towards him? ”

I frowned, I didn't know Du Xiangyuan, how can I talk about favoritism? It is...... searched for the adjectives in my head, and finally could only reluctantly admit that I was indeed affected by the superficial symptoms, and preconceived that this was a person who valued love and righteousness. Does this count as subjective sensibility over objective reason?

Looking at Gao Cheng's clear look again, he also knew that he couldn't hide his mental activities from him, so he could only reluctantly nod. He snorted disdainfully, but he said in a low voice as if he was careless: "From the point of view of the judge, there must be this awareness: all the people and things you see in your eyes are dead. ”

Belch...... Is there such a metaphor?

"Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, all their actions and words are just external appearances. First of all, take the alibi as an example, Du Xiangyuan thought that with the vehicle monitoring certificate, his suspicion could be ruled out, but he didn't know ......"

"What do you know?" I subconsciously asked.

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