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A charm made of slender cubes of wood with long and short lengths. Shake in the lights. A lot of gaps of light and shadow are formed.

Tired as duckweed, stuck in the sofa, it is as if floating between reality and thought.

The man's voice could still be heard in his ears. I don't know if it's fantasy or reality.

It was a quirky night.

"It's because I'm too tired." Zhong Xian said.

When will Deng Yi leave. He couldn't remember at all. He had just been in the bathroom for a long time. It takes so long that the fingers are whitened by hot water bubbles. When he came out, Deng Yi acted as if he had never existed, leaving no trace at all.

Zhong Xian went to check the back of every curtain, and there was no one hiding there.

His emotions are occupied by a complex sense of contradiction. He felt that he would confess if Deng Yi appeared again.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, a voice was heard, and the bell string turned its head. Deng Yi stood in the shadows behind the wine cabinet, staring motionlessly at the string of wooden ornaments above.

"Last time, there wasn't that."

“…… This was sent by Dake later. Zhong String tightened the straps of his bathrobe and got up from the couch and walked over. He took two goblets from the shelf above the small bar next to the wine cabinet, picked up the bottle he had opened yesterday, poured a little into each of them, and drank one himself. Deng Yi's observation surprised him, this is what a detective looks like.

Deng Yi's gaze shifted from the ornament to Zhong Xian's face. "You look much better." Jier said with regret. "I seem to spoil the atmosphere."

"It's none of your business." Zhong Xian said, looking at the wine glass on the table. "When we first met...... Where did it come from?"

"KFC next to SZ Book City." Deng Yi replied after a while.

"Really? Are you sure?"

Deng Yi slowly looked at the watch on his wrist. "Since you're tired, you should rest early."

Zhong Xian wanted to drink this cup, but at this time he held the cup and did not move. He was again surrounded by contradictions. Reason, in a weak voice, told him that he should let this man go.

If you let him go, the uneasiness may disappear. But if you let him go...... He may have given up more than just one opportunity.

He needs to make a choice, he needs to be brave enough to break through.

Zhong Xian drank the wine in the cup and said: "If you don't become a policeman, there must be other reasons." ”

Deng Yi looked at him with some surprise, and subconsciously touched the injured arm.

Zhong Xian pushed another glass of wine on the bar in front of Deng Yi.

"Let's make a game. A game called confession. We all say something to each other that we have never said to anyone else. ”

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Zhong Xian visually measured the distance from the roof to the ground.

In the heat of the afternoon, the distance seemed less terrifying. When a person jumps, he or she will probably fly in the air for a few seconds.

He could not understand the person who chose this approach before. There are many easier ways to die.

But now he understood.

The purpose of those is not just to end, but to cover up one more intense pain with another.

Life is good. Everybody knows that. There's a lot of wonderfulness to enjoy, but there's also a lot of different stuff to hide.

"I wasn't even 20 that year." Zhong Xian said. "I spend more time on the roof than I do on the guitar. I went to college. With great longing, I want to show my strength in this new world. One of the first goals was to build your own band. Everything went smoothly. Maybe it's because it's so smooth. The first time I performed at school, it caused a sensation. College is not like high school, and there are a lot of opportunities here. The school gave me more opportunities - I did a show at a school meeting. One of the entrepreneurs noticed me and introduced me to a bigger stage – her company's annual meeting and a bar. You're bored. You seem to be falling asleep. ”

Deng Yi rubbed his forehead and smiled at Zhong Xian. "How can it be boring?" He said, pointing to the cup in his hand and asking, "What kind of wine is this?"

"Sent by Dake." Zhong Xin replied. "It's a medicated wine to improve my memory, and I mixed some red wine into it. Are you not feeling well after drinking?"

"I felt my head swollen and hot. You continue. ”

"I'm done."

"Hmm"

"It's your turn."

"What is this?"

"I really haven't told anyone about that. Never mentioned. I spent some time with that entrepreneur. ”

Deng Yi seemed to have just reacted to the point of this story. He was stunned for a moment and said, "So...... You said you wanted to die a few times because of this?"

"I don't think it's important in itself. For me at the time, I saw this as an opportunity. However, everything around me has inexplicably turned bad. The first is that my reputation at school has become very bad, and people are always writing abusive words and sticking them in my space or even everywhere I pass. Then something happened...... The keyboardist of my band committed suicide. From the moment she joined my band, she was inexplicably considered my girlfriend by the whole school. I've actually only been out with her twice and nothing has happened. I don't understand why she was like that all of a sudden. But after she died, the notes that insulted me never appeared again. ”

"You want to die because of rumors?"

Zhong Xian shook his head.

"That's?"

"I don't even have a chance to turn over, her death actually has nothing to do with me, but no one believes it. I lost everything. I can't do a band anymore. I can only rely on one person. Just give up on yourself. You know now that you're right in what you suspected. I'm just a so-called fostered little white face who sleeps with a woman older than my mother. Actually, I don't think it's anything at all now, but I still retain the fear of the past, I'm afraid that you will mention this, and I'm afraid that you will also put on a disgusted expression. Now I'm out there. That's it. ”

Deng Yi was stunned for a long time.

"Surprised?" Zhong Xian said. "Want to go?"

"You want to die because of this?"

"I never thought about it. I'm not going to kill myself, no matter how sad I am. I just used to stand on the roof of the building, standing there and looking like I wanted to die. ”

"One Person"

"What?"

"Standing alone on the roof?"

Zhong Xian looked at Deng Yi and nodded. "Now it's your turn. Tell me the real reason why you are not a police officer. ”

Deng Yi still looked at Zhong Xian and said nothing.

"You see, you also have things you don't want to say." Zhong Xian stared at Deng Yi's reddened face. After only two glasses of wine, Deng Yi had already begun to be a little unresponsive.

Deng Yi said. "I'm not trying to hide anything. Until now, I don't know how to say it clearly. ”

"And what are you taking in exchange for now? I've already told a secret. ”

"What do you want to ask. I answered them all. ”

Zhong Xian smiled and suddenly said, "Do you dare to admit it?" You're not here for Xiao Zhu. ”

"Why do you think I'm here?"

"You've known me for a long time."

Deng Yi shook his head. "I'm just because of Xiao Zhu. What makes you think I'm because of something else, it's that song?" He bowed his head for a moment and said, "You really didn't send it to me. I know that song, and you're sure I'm from your past?"

Zhong Xian did think so. "Or else?"

"I'll answer that question. Before that, can you tell me the story behind that song? ”

Zhong Xian thought for a moment and said, "It's for that girl." ”

"The suicidal keyboardist?" Deng Yi's expression was puzzled, "Is she really your girlfriend?"

"It's not." Zhong Xian said. "If that hadn't happened, maybe we'd have gone ahead. But at the time, I didn't say anything to her. ”

"You don't think you're responsible for her death?"

Zhong Xian was silent. After a moment he muttered. "Every turning point in life must be accompanied by the end of a human life. That's what makes me special. ”

After communicating with Deng Yi so far, Zhong Xian has not been as easy as he wished. But he didn't get heavier either. I just don't think there's been much progress.

"Last time I slept in your bed." Deng Yi spoke. "Underneath your mattress, reveal a corner of the song's sheet music. I pulled it out and saw that it was a very new piece of paper, thinking it was a new song you had just written. That's why I asked that at dinner. I didn't expect it to be your song from a long time ago, and it made you react so much. ”

"Sheet music?"

"I put it back in place, it's still under your mattress."

Zhong Xian ran to the bedroom, and sure enough, under his mattress, he found the brand new sheet music. It's just that not only the music score, but also the paper that recorded a few time points when he analyzed the case with Deng Yi last time was found under the mattress.

The bell strings suddenly relaxed. Deng Yi has nothing to do with his past.

When I returned to the couch again, the bell was back to normal. "Drink this one. Let's rest. ”

Deng Yi raised his head and looked at him. "If I really came from your past, who do you think I would be?"

Zhong Xian smiled.

"You said I was like a friend of yours."

"Not a friend." Zhong Xian said. "It's a lot of friends. You have the feeling of having a lot of friends. There's a little bit for everyone. Like the guys who were in the band with me, and the others, even the girl who jumped off the building. ”

"That girl jumped off the building?"

"Didn't I just say that? Let's rest. Zhong Xian picked up the cup and handed it to Deng Yi, "Don't leave the wine." It's the rule. ”

Deng Yi drank the wine. But he was visibly dizzy. When he stood up, he couldn't stand firmly, so he had to hold the bell string. "Really...... I've never ......"

"It's okay."