The Lazy Time Cafe is a veritable presence.

The store signs a round cute white cat snuggling up to a tall and cold black cat, which looks like a cat version of a youth idol drama, and the decorations and utensils in the store are basically designed with this pair of black and white cats as the main body, always giving you a little surprise in unexpected places.

On the table in the window pane are seven cat houses of different colors but the whole coordination, connected by wooden boards, seven real cats of different sizes and varieties are cute and cute, some climb high and look far away, some play with each other, some lick their paws, and some are tired into a ball......

In short, this is the gospel for cat lovers and the poison for cat haters.

What's more, the café is best known for its 66-storey building next to the city's tallest building, the Fashion International Building, all owned by the Fashion Group.

The salaries of the fashionable employees are definitely very good, and even the "small wealth is peace" that many people dream of, so the business of the Lazy Time Cafe has always been good, and occasionally it is overcrowded.

It's like it's two o'clock in the middle of the night, and it's almost close, and there are still six customers sitting in the café.

Wang Dong'er is on duty tonight, she has only been in the store for less than a month, and her temperament is a little jerky, but fortunately, her appearance is high enough, and she belongs to the cute cute girl looks, and the first impression left on the guests is often good.

One fifty a.m.

As is customary in the store, it's time to remind guests to leave.

From east to west, Wang Dong'er very elegantly and politely reminds guests that they are about to close and whether they need to pack up uneaten dim sum. Some old guests saw her pointing to the watch from afar, and without waiting for her to come to remind her, they paid the bill and left very knowingly.

Wen Yan at the table reminded the three guests that two guests had left in advance, and only the last one was left.

That guest didn't seem to come often, anyway, it was the first time Wang Dong'er had seen him, and it was also the first time he knew that a man who was almost old could be so attractive.

He wears a simple white shirt and black trousers, the corners of his eyes and mouth have fine lines that cannot be hidden, and his sideburns have gray hair that is exposed at will, his temperament is very unique but he is not elegant or gentlemanly, he seems to have never resisted the erosion of time, but he has polished a kind of magic stone-like luster to time, dreamy, mysterious, dangerous, cold, and lonely, so that young girls with "uncle complex" are willing to moth to the fire.

Wang Dong'er suddenly had a trace of inexplicable throbbing, and walked over in a daze, her eyes were a little stupid.

Unfortunately, she didn't make it to the last table, and only walked a few steps before she was pulled into the dark by a hand.

"New here? Stay on the sidelines! ”

The whispered but very severe reprimand came out of the mouth of the muscular black-clad sunglasses bodyguard in front of him, full of deterrence, Wang Dong'er was frightened, and a pair of big eyes were filled with tears, but unfortunately his mouth was covered and he couldn't exclaim.

The small movement here alarmed the store manager, and he hurried over, nodded at the black-clothed bodyguard, and took Wang Dong'er away.

When he arrived at the store manager's room, without waiting for Wang Dong'er to cry and complain about his grievances, the store manager, who seemed to be very talkative, took out an envelope directly from the drawer.

"I won't have to go to work tomorrow, this is your salary for this month, plus a week's severance allowance."

Wang Dong'er laughed miserably: "Can I know why? ”

"In the first three days of staff training, you don't seem to have studied seriously. There's a guy who, as long as he comes to the store, no one is allowed to disturb him, and he just glanced at you, so if you're still here tomorrow, I'll roll up and get out! ”

"Why? I'm just enforcing the rules of the store. ”

Wang Dong'er was still unconvinced, she really didn't remember such a clause in the three-day lengthy training.

"Just because his surname is Zeng, and if he doesn't nod his head, no one can open this coffee shop!"

Since then, Wang Donger can never forget a person named "Zeng Hong".

At the same time, she also knows that all the "fate" between such a big man and her life is the fate of the side that does not really look at each other.

Just as Wang Dong'er left from the side door of the store, two young people swaggered in from the main entrance and walked straight to Zeng Hong.

Among them, the woman is as bright as a flower, petite and slender, with a mixture of innocence and light charm, the kind that will make people's eyes shine wherever she appears.

The other tall young man looked much more grim, at first glance of the kind that was not easy to deal with, and the abrasions on the left side of his face, and the bandages around his arms and ankles, showed that he was injured, but not deterred.

It was Murong Cao and Yang Muqing.

The black-clad bodyguard took a step forward, as if trying to stop the two.

Zeng Hong waved his hand slightly, motioning for him to step back.

Murong Cao unceremoniously beckoned Yang Muqing to sit down in front of Zeng Hong.

Before Yang Muqing sat down, he glanced at Zeng Hong's left side, his eyes were slightly warning, and he happened to be looked at by Zeng Hong, who was curious about the two of them.

"Mr. Yang, right? You want to say, I have a woman next to me, right? ”

Zeng Hong gestured to the service desk, and soon someone brought two cups of the most characteristic coffee in the store.

His left side was naturally empty, but Zeng Hong obviously did not sit in the middle of the soft sofa, but on the right side, as if he deliberately vacated the left side.

"You know?"

Yang Muqing never expected that the conversation would start with this sentence, even Murong Cao was a little surprised, Zeng Hong paid attention to every move in Yangchi Village, knowing who they were and what they did, it was not strange, but if Zeng Hong could also see ghosts, it would be amazing.

"Originally, I was just guessing, but looking at the look in your eyes just now, I confirmed that she has been by my side for so many years."

Zeng Hong said and looked at the position on the left very gently, one person and one ghost, looking at each other affectionately, as if there was no one around.

"We're here today to make a deal with you."

Murong Cao coughed very rudimentarily and decided to get straight to the point.

"Are you sure you have enough chips? If you can find me, it means that you are not idiots, but do you have any proof? ”

Zeng Hong has a pair of extremely sharp Danfeng eyes, which can be intoxicating when he laughs, and is as serious as a knife cutting people, although he is smiling at this time, the dimple on his left cheek is no longer charming, but makes people feel as insidious as touching a cobra.

In addition to the crazy stones, the older generation in the village either died or escaped and never dared to identify Zeng Hong, even if someone was willing to come forward to prove that Zeng Hong was the hero of that tragic story, there was no way to prove that he had anything to do with the chain of deaths in Chiyang Village.

The only line is Monk Musheng, but at present, this line is very clean, and the people who are "ambiguous" are the best at concealment, and they can't find a single hair when they dig three feet into the ground, otherwise they won't let Yuan Su treat it so carefully.

Murong Cao took out two envelopes, one containing a letter, and the other was heavy, which seemed to contain a lot of information.

Yang Muqing also took out two things, a small red gourd and a piece of drawing paper.

Zeng Hong's confident appearance finally shattered when he caught a glimpse of the drawing paper, and his face instantly showed a little old, he held the painting paper, so sad that he couldn't speak.

The little girl in the painting is Zeng Yue'er, but it is no longer innocent and cute.

"This letter was written by Niu Hao, the current village chief of Chiyang Village, and the old village chief told him when he was dying that Yue'er was indeed dead, but the meat that was eaten that day was actually a piglet."

"I know you still hate, but there are enough dead people, as long as you stop here, we will let Yue'er and your wife have a good home, people and ghosts have different paths, those who are alive, be human, don't be ghosts."

"There are some clues in the other envelope, which were left by your father when he was in a car accident, and although the accident was judged to be an accident, I don't think so."

"We really don't have evidence for your father's matter and the matter of Blazing Yang Village, and it doesn't look like causing trouble for ourselves for the time being, but if we get evidence in the future, we will definitely send it to the police as soon as possible."

Zeng Hong's face was a little gloomy, but he was still silent, not knowing whether he was thinking about it or being indifferent.

The red gourd on the table shook on its own, as if something inside was trying to get out.

"Yue'er said that it misses you very much."

Yang Muqing glanced at the vacant seat on the left side of the opposite side again, and then said, "Your wife said that it doesn't blame you. ”

After these two sentences, Zeng Hong's stiff expression finally broke the ice, like the young man who lost his wife and daughter back then, choked helplessly, and old tears flowed.

The red gourd slowly rolled into his palm as if trying to comfort him.

The phantom woman sitting quietly on his left side gently "patted" his back, and there was no anger in her eyes, only a faint regret and shallow joy.

The family, thirty-eight years later, is reunited again.