The curtains of the window were pulled open, and a man who was neither too wide nor too wide stood behind a heavy dark curtain, between black and white. His gaze was like an eternal stone sculpture, staring at him from afar.

The eyes did not have the same temperature, but they were like the cold eyes of the devil in the abyss hell, tightly wrapped around his body, and the cold that froze to the bones hit the limbs and bones.

How could this man live with Zhou Ran?! Ye Yan's lips were pursed, and the dark light under his eyes flickered.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ran turned around along his line of sight, and immediately saw the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, with a smile on his face suddenly blooming, and waved his hand towards that position.

The man's expression was hidden in black and white, which made it difficult to see clearly, but the girl's bright smile made Ye Yan's eyes darken.

"Are we leaving?" Ye Yan retracted his gaze and turned to look at her.

There was a sound of a car behind them, and Zhou Ran looked at the nanny car driving towards them.

"You can go."

Before opening the car door, Ye Yan glanced at it, and the curtains were blown open by the wind, swaying. Everywhere the white light passed, there was no one. He lowered his eyes, hiding the light from the bottom of his eyes.

After the car started, he raised his hand and closed the window, and when he turned his head, he saw the young man driving in the front seat looking at him through the rearview mirror, so he spoke slowly.

"Hello, I am Zhou Ran's agent agent, my surname is Ye."

Introducing Broker? Zhou Ran glanced at him, this is what he calls a suitable identity?

"Mr. Ye, hello, I am Sister Zhou Ran's assistant, my name is Meng Yu." The boy grinned at him, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Ye Yan smiled.

"In the next few years, Mr. Lao Ye will spend it with me." Zhou Ran stepped forward and took the bag that Meng Yu had taken the time to hand over.

"The duty is, you don't have to be so polite." Ye Yan smiled.

Watching the girl take out a mask from the bag and put the bag on the empty space between the two. Ye Yan glanced at it casually, and then took out a dark plaid scarf from it and handed it to her.

"Mr. Ye is really a good policeman who is dedicated to his duties." Zhou Ran calmly took it from his hand and wrapped it around his neck.

"Actually, what I was trying to say just now is that I'm probably not a police officer." He looked at her and pulled up her scarf to cover her chin, "It's just a shallow and humble opinion on the human psyche." ”

"Oh? Psychology? Zhou Ran looked back at him with a smile, "I heard that psychology is full of mystery and is a fantasy art. ”

"Nope." Ye Yan pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose with his hand, and smiled at the corner of his eyes, "That's just a way and way to understand people's psychology and thoughts, and it's not so exaggerated." ”

"There is a fable in Zhuangzi's "Theory of Things" that 'Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies', I don't know what Mr. Ye thinks about it?" She turned to face him.

"Objectively speaking, Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies is just Zhuangzi's realization of the freedom he pursues through dreams, after waking up from the big dream, Zhuang Zhou is still Zhuang Zhou, and butterflies are still butterflies; Reality is still reality, vanity is still vanity. He raised his hand against the car door, put his index finger to his temple, and said to her.

"On the contrary, Mr. Ye and I do not agree on the same page." Zhou Ran tilted his head and looked at him with his chin propped up, "Zhuangzi believes that it is impossible for people to accurately distinguish between the real and the unreal, so he has the saying that he dreams of butterflies, and he thinks that if the dream is real enough, people will not have any ability to know that they are dreaming. ”