He had been watching her in the corner for a long time.

As a hotel manager, he has always only briefly reviewed the arrangements for the venue - he knows that the class reunion held in the first-floor living room is a person from a high school in his former hometown, but it has nothing to do with him.

That's what he thought.

So after hurriedly asking the employees about the matter, he was ready to leave.

Until I heard the name.

- An Ningning.

The incandescent light shone coldly on the people working in the cubicle, and outside the window, there was no star in the night, and the sound of the siren still ringed in his ears.

"What's your name?" A middle-aged policeman with a serious face asked above.

After a long time, he heard the girl's soft, pale voice sound.

"An Ningning."

In the noisy living room, some of the classmates who haven't seen each other for ten years have entered the palace of marriage, and even have their own children.

"Auntie, aunt."

Wearing a bright yellow fisherman's hat and two pigtails in her ears, the little girl stared at her with her fingers in her mouth and black grape-like eyes, and shouted indistinctly.

Her eyes were so pure and immaculate, so clean and clear, that her heart suddenly became sore, and the heart that she had been avoiding seemed to open a small gap.

She bent down and smiled sweetly.

"Whose little Jiaojiao are you?"

Someone once said that the most important thing to see was her smile - when she really laughed, the pear vortex appeared, looking well-behaved and content.

The man also said that even if she made a mistake, if other people saw such a smile, they would not be too harsh on her.

Obviously, the man didn't think about the situation at hand.

The little girl looked at her with a blank eye, racking her brains to think of something, and it took a long time to remember, and said with an innocent face, "Kill, kill...... People"

Murderer.

For a moment, the warm smile on her face even made her heart cold.

The little girl frowned, she couldn't pronounce the last word for a long time, but her mother, who was chatting with someone next to her, suddenly looked at this side, hurriedly picked up the little girl, nodded at her hurriedly as if she couldn't avoid it, and hurriedly left.

It's as if she's a plague.

She remembered that the little girl's mother was an extremely reserved girl when she was a student, and because she always didn't like to trouble others, she always secretly put notes on her desk and lent them to her.

She slowly straightened up, the smile on her face slowly fading.

The venue was noisy, laughing, and talking, but there was so much excitement but not her share, she was a little confused, and she was a little suspicious - whether the decision she made on impulse was right or not.

"Murderer!"

The little girl, who was still in her mother's arms in the distance, obviously remembered the pronunciation, and pointed at her in a childish tone to call the salutation she had heard from others before, and her eyes were shining because she had successfully pronounced it, as if she did not know the heavy meaning of the word.

Loud and childish.

The people around were visibly stunned and looked in the direction the little girl was pointing.

Hao Ming saw that the situation was wrong at this time, and finally couldn't help it, frowning and quickly covering in front of the girl, and facing the girl's puzzled gaze, he put on a polite and polite smile.

"This lady, you just dropped something at the door of the hotel, please come and check."

"I ......" Before she could speak, there was another commotion at the door of the venue. Everyone's eyes that had just subconsciously looked at her were a little less probing when they met the broad shoulders that stood in front of her, and when they heard the sound, they looked at the door again.

An Ningning looked at the other party and smiled apologetically at her, even if she was sluggish, she knew what was going on.

"Thank you."

She whispered.

"Nothing." He lowered his voice, as if to reassure, "It's my dereliction of duty to see the lady embarrassed. ”

"Especially you."

She was stunned and looked at him with some confusion.

The commotion at the door also turned into a coaxing and ridicule at this moment, and the momentum was huge.

She looked at Hao Ming's side suspiciously, but she was stunned.

Probably just arrived from the company, the man was still wearing a suit, and his tie was a little scattered, he strode into the venue, looked around, until he saw the gentle woman, smiled lightly, and vaguely took the young Qingjun between his eyebrows, walked over, and hugged her waist.

The woman probably complained slightly, with a slight anger on her face, but gently helped him put his tie back on.

The man seemed to say something in her ear, causing the woman to laugh, glaring at him lightly, and making a gesture to throw down his tie, but the man took his hand delicately and kissed it on the lips.

The intimacy of the two people as if no one was next to them made the old classmates in the venue laugh.

The woman was a little embarrassed, blushed, lowered her head and wanted to get out of the man's arms, but the man was like a big boy, there was no discomfort in this full commotion, firmly wrapped around the woman's waist, and looked at it proudly.

She knew both of them.

The Book of Dreams and Yi Ying.

The two of them, together.

Her breath was slightly wheezing, as if mixed with a soft, rapid choking.

Hao Ming, who was very close, saw that there was deep helplessness in her dark eyes, and suddenly remembered that night again-

The girl from the neighboring school that he could see every day going to and from school, the quiet girl who always had a gentle smile on weekdays, in that dark alley, her hands were covered with blood, facing the corpse, hugging her knees and crying as fragile as a child.

The flowers that bloomed brilliantly quickly withered that night.

But it was he who was passing by and witnessed all this.

He couldn't help but turn his head to see what was causing her to look so pained.

Perhaps the gaze of both of them was too hot and heavy in this room.

With an unrestrained smile on the corner of Yi Ying's mouth, he turned around.

Facing the girl's heavy eyes that were as thick as ink.

She glanced at him deeply, with sadness, understanding, and sneer in her eyes, all kinds of emotions were sandwiched in them, and before he could subconsciously distinguish them, she had already turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia.

His smile stopped abruptly.

Before he knew it, he had already pushed away his fiancée in his arms and chased in her direction.

He didn't want to pay attention to the noisy sounds around him and the puzzled gaze of his fiancée when he raised her head, but he had just run a few steps when he was stopped by someone.

He looked at the appearance of his uniform and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the other party.

"She went to the bathroom, are you going to go in with her?"

"You're—" Hearing this answer, he subconsciously looked at him, but his face changed when he saw the nameplate on his clothes.

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