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Schumann soon arrived at the front desk, and as soon as the little girl at the front desk saw her, she immediately took out a note.

Schumann frowned, just a note?

Slightly constricted, took the note, opened it and looked at it, Schumann's body seemed to be struck by lightning in an instant, and the blood all over his body coagulated.

On the note, there are only two simple words -

Come out!

Although there were only two words, and the handwriting was so sloppy that it was almost impossible to make out the notes, Schumann still knew who had left this note for himself.

The note was tightly grasped in her hand at once, almost without any hesitation, and the next second, she immediately turned around and strode out of the hotel.

At night, although Rao County is not as noisy as the city, it is still brightly lit.

Schumann stood at the door of the hotel, gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling violently, a pair of dark eyes, in the light and the night, constantly searching, staring, hoping to see the face that tugged at all her nerves.

Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan!

I knew it was you, I knew it had to be you! You're here! You're near me!

Suddenly, Schumann's gaze must have been, on the other side of the street, under the street lamp in the corner, a long and tall figure, like the brightest star in the night dome, fell into Schumann's eyes in an instant.

Although he was wearing a long trench coat with a hat and a mask, Schumann recognized him at a glance.

Her eyes were a little sour and a little blurry, but she didn't care about it at all, and just stepped forward and ran towards the figure.

The figure, sensing that Schumann had seen him, turned in an instant and walked into a narrow alley behind him.

Schumann ignored it, and chased after him like crazy, her heartbeat was like a drum, poof, puff, as if it could jump out of her throat in the next second.

She quickly chased into the small alley, but it was dark inside, and there was no one in the alley.

How so?

Schumann looked around, hoping to find it, but no, nothing!

He......

Left?

Schumann's mind was blank, and she didn't have the energy to think at all, but by the time she realized it, everything in front of her was already blurred.

She stood still, feeling only a name, ready to move in her heart, like a trapped beast, rampage to find an exit.

However, at this moment, an arm reached out in the darkness and grabbed her right wrist unexpectedly.

Schumann was excited, and before he could turn his head, his body was pulled by a strong force, and then she crashed into a familiar and hard embrace.

The liquid in the eye socket flowed out at once.

She didn't dare to get excited, she didn't even dare to speak, she was afraid that all this was just a dream.

The embrace is so familiar, the faint smell of tobacco and horsetail intertwined, into the tip of the nose, as if it has the effect of calming people's hearts.

Schumann leaned dead into his arms, allowing his arms and chest to imprison everything he had.

With a sharp jaw against his shoulder socket, with a hot and heavy wave of air, sprayed on his neck, Schumann heard a low, cello-like voice, slowly ringing in his ears:

"Schumann!"

The two words, the familiar tone and tone, penetrated Schumann's eardrums so easily, like an invisible hand, firmly grasping her heart and controlling every beat of her heart.

Schumann didn't say a word, just leaned his head on Jiang Yan's chest and nodded desperately.

Jiang Yan couldn't say what kind of feeling he felt at this time, he had never felt that the language and vocabulary he mastered were so lacking, and now Schumann was in front of him, within reach, but he didn't know how to describe it.

They could only hug silently, hugging each other tightly, hating to rub each other into their bodies before they would give up.

The sky, still dark and mysterious, is dotted with bright light, shining faintly against the background of inky blue.

……

These three days were a kind of torture for her and for him.

As soon as they saw each other, although they didn't say anything, they both understood and understood.

After a long time, the emotions of the two finally calmed down, Jiang Yan reluctantly let go of his arms, and let Schumann leave his arms and stand in front of him.

Schumann pursed his thin lips lightly, quietly looking at Jiang Yan's familiar face, which was still angular, with hard and sharp lines, still those peach blossom eyes that were so good to see that they were dying, and still those thin lips, but there were many things, as if they were different.

Obviously, there are a lot of words hidden in his stomach, and I want to ask him, why did he not contact him after leaving? Why is it that for so many days, there is no trace? And why, all of a sudden, here? ……

So much, so much, and when they met, Schumann realized that everything was not important.

Because at this moment, Schumann realized that as long as he saw him and knew that he was safe, everything else was not important.

Jiang Yan also looked at Schumann, looking at her dark eyes, there were only two small reflections of herself, like two clusters of flames, jumping and scorching.

After a pause, Jiang Yan took a deep breath:

"I'm sorry!"

He did owe Schumann an apology, knowing how worried she would be these days. He would even consider the consequences of those messes, so that he could bear to let her go through so much alone.

He really deserves to die, 10,000 times, it's not a pity!

Schumann didn't expect Jiang Yan to say such a sentence as soon as she opened her mouth, but she didn't stop it, nor did she say anything pretentiously, because this sentence was indeed owed to her by Jiang Yan.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but pick the corners of his lips, then gathered his expression, and asked solemnly and seriously:

"You're in the North City, what the hell is going on?"

Jiang Yan's voice was very low, as if he was suppressing something, and Schumann couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it.

North City?

He hadn't been in touch with himself for the past few days, and the northern city he was talking about was ...... Could it be that he already knows?

"Calculated!"

Schumann concisely summarized it in four ways, but Jiang Yan seemed to be angry and wrinkled his eyebrows:

"What's going on?"

His voice came to you with a cold, irrefutable momentum, and Schumann saw his posture, and his heart suddenly seemed to be gently stirred by a feather.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and all he asks is about her.

"I ......"

"Schumann, from beginning to end, tell me everything!"

As if he noticed it, Schumann wanted to use a few simple words to perfunctory, before she could speak, Jiang Yan preemptively laid the groundwork, and Schumann couldn't help but hang his head slightly when he heard this.

Think about it, she should also discuss it with Jiang Yan, although she also has a lot of things to say to Jiang Yan and a lot of questions she wants to know, but the most important thing at the moment is to figure out what is going on.

In the end, what kind of danger surrounds them.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes were straight and sharp, and he looked straight at Jiang Yan:

"Okay, I'll tell you, but I also have a request, when I'm done, you have to tell me the ins and outs of the whole thing!"

Jiang Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't say he agreed, nor did he say he didn't agree.

Schumann didn't care, anyway, when she saw him now, she had to figure it out.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then narrated everything that happened after Jiang Yan left, including how he came to Rao County from Beicheng, met Bai Zening, and then lived in the Shizhen Hotel, 1510, and then told Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan didn't interject from beginning to end, just leaned against the wall behind him, hung his head slightly, and let the fine hair on his forehead cover his dark and dull eyes, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Rao is like this, the temperature and air pressure around him seem to be invisibly, becoming cold and oppressive little by little.

When Schumann finished speaking, he turned his head slightly sideways and looked at him, only to find that the edges and corners of his side face were tightened, and the corners of his forehead had burst with green tendons.

Schumann felt a thrill in his heart.

"Jiang Yan?"

Her voice was like a stream of water, and in an instant, Jiang Yan's thoughts were all pulled back.

After settling his mind, Jiang Yan turned his head and looked at Schumann.

Schumann was a little puzzled, what was in his deep eyes, but he still pretended to be casual, and said easily:

"It's okay, don't worry, don't you see that I'm not standing in front of you in a good manner, but you, these days, ......"

Schumann originally wanted to comfort Jiang Yan and let him not worry about himself, but unexpectedly, before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Yan suddenly stood up straight, stood in front of her, and imprisoned her body between the wall and him.

The tone around him suddenly became depressed and anxious, Schumann was stunned in his heart, and in the next second, Jiang Yan's thin and soft lips had been covered.

His lips were cold, but the kiss was hot and raging, with a certain release and punishment, on Schumann's lips, tearing and gnawing, Schumann's lips soon became numb, but in comparison, there was an indescribable sourness in her heart.

How could she not understand, Jiang Yan, she was blaming herself.

He's only been away for three days, and so many things have happened to her, and he's blaming himself.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but relax, raised his arms to hook Jiang Yan's neck, and began to respond to his kiss.

Now in this situation, she has no way to speak, and even if she does, I am afraid it will not make a big difference, so she wants to tell Jiang Yan in this way that she is really fine.

As long as you see him, everything doesn't matter.

Breathing soon became difficult, and Schumann could almost feel the feeling of oxygen being withdrawn little by little in the lungs......

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

Schumann soon arrived at the front desk, and as soon as the little girl at the front desk saw her, she immediately took out a note.

Schumann frowned, just a note?

Slightly constricted, took the note, opened it and looked at it, Schumann's body seemed to be struck by lightning in an instant, and the blood all over his body coagulated.

On the note, there are only two simple words -

Come out!

Although there were only two words, and the handwriting was so sloppy that it was almost impossible to make out the notes, Schumann still knew who had left this note for himself.

The note was tightly grasped in her hand at once, almost without any hesitation, and the next second, she immediately turned around and strode out of the hotel.

At night, although Rao County is not as noisy as the city, it is still brightly lit.

Schumann stood at the door of the hotel, gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling violently, a pair of dark eyes, in the light and the night, constantly searching, staring, hoping to see the face that tugged at all her nerves.

Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan!

I knew it was you, I knew it had to be you! You're here! You're near me!

Suddenly, Schumann's gaze must have been, on the other side of the street, under the street lamp in the corner, a long and tall figure, like the brightest star in the night dome, fell into Schumann's eyes in an instant.

Although he was wearing a long trench coat with a hat and a mask, Schumann recognized him at a glance.

Her eyes were a little sour and a little blurry, but she didn't care about it at all, and just stepped forward and ran towards the figure.

The figure, sensing that Schumann had seen him, turned in an instant and walked into a narrow alley behind him.

Schumann ignored it, and chased after him like crazy, her heartbeat was like a drum, poof, puff, as if it could jump out of her throat in the next second.

She quickly chased into the small alley, but it was dark inside, and there was no one in the alley.

How so?

Schumann looked around, hoping to find it, but no, nothing!

He......

Left?

Schumann's mind was blank, and she didn't have the energy to think at all, but by the time she realized it, everything in front of her was already blurred.

She stood still, feeling only a name, ready to move in her heart, like a trapped beast, rampage to find an exit.

However, at this moment, an arm reached out in the darkness and grabbed her right wrist unexpectedly.

Schumann was excited, and before he could turn his head, his body was pulled by a strong force, and then she crashed into a familiar and hard embrace.

The liquid in the eye socket flowed out at once.

She didn't dare to get excited, she didn't even dare to speak, she was afraid that all this was just a dream.

The embrace is so familiar, the faint smell of tobacco and horsetail intertwined, into the tip of the nose, as if it has the effect of calming people's hearts.

Schumann leaned dead into his arms, allowing his arms and chest to imprison everything he had.

With a sharp jaw against his shoulder socket, with a hot and heavy wave of air, sprayed on his neck, Schumann heard a low, cello-like voice, slowly ringing in his ears:

"Schumann!"

The two words, the familiar tone and tone, penetrated Schumann's eardrums so easily, like an invisible hand, firmly grasping her heart and controlling every beat of her heart.

Schumann didn't say a word, just leaned his head on Jiang Yan's chest and nodded desperately.

Jiang Yan couldn't say what kind of feeling he felt at this time, he had never felt that the language and vocabulary he mastered were so lacking, and now Schumann was in front of him, within reach, but he didn't know how to describe it.

They could only hug silently, hugging each other tightly, hating to rub each other into their bodies before they would give up.

The sky, still dark and mysterious, is dotted with bright light, shining faintly against the background of inky blue.

……

These three days were a kind of torture for her and for him.

As soon as they saw each other, although they didn't say anything, they both understood and understood.

After a long time, the emotions of the two finally calmed down, Jiang Yan reluctantly let go of his arms, and let Schumann leave his arms and stand in front of him.

Schumann pursed his thin lips lightly, quietly looking at Jiang Yan's familiar face, which was still angular, with hard and sharp lines, still those peach blossom eyes that were so good to see that they were dying, and still those thin lips, but there were many things, as if they were different.

Obviously, there are a lot of words hidden in his stomach, and I want to ask him, why did he not contact him after leaving? Why is it that for so many days, there is no trace? And why, all of a sudden, here? ……

So much, so much, and when they met, Schumann realized that everything was not important.

Because at this moment, Schumann realized that as long as he saw him and knew that he was safe, everything else was not important.

Jiang Yan also looked at Schumann, looking at her dark eyes, there were only two small reflections of herself, like two clusters of flames, jumping and scorching.

After a pause, Jiang Yan took a deep breath:

"I'm sorry!"

He did owe Schumann an apology, knowing how worried she would be these days. He would even consider the consequences of those messes, so that he could bear to let her go through so much alone.

He really deserves to die, 10,000 times, it's not a pity!

Schumann didn't expect Jiang Yan to say such a sentence as soon as she opened her mouth, but she didn't stop it, nor did she say anything pretentiously, because this sentence was indeed owed to her by Jiang Yan.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but pick the corners of his lips, then gathered his expression, and asked solemnly and seriously:

"You're in the North City, what the hell is going on?"

Jiang Yan's voice was very low, as if he was suppressing something, and Schumann couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it.

North City?

He hadn't been in touch with himself for the past few days, and the northern city he was talking about was ...... Could it be that he already knows?

"Calculated!"

Schumann concisely summarized it in four ways, but Jiang Yan seemed to be angry and wrinkled his eyebrows:

"What's going on?"

His voice came to you with a cold, irrefutable momentum, and Schumann saw his posture, and his heart suddenly seemed to be gently stirred by a feather.

I haven't seen her for a few days, and all he asks is about her.

"I ......"

"Schumann, from beginning to end, tell me everything!"

As if he noticed it, Schumann wanted to use a few simple words to perfunctory, before she could speak, Jiang Yan preemptively laid the groundwork, and Schumann couldn't help but hang his head slightly when he heard this.

Think about it, she should also discuss it with Jiang Yan, although she also has a lot of things to say to Jiang Yan and a lot of questions she wants to know, but the most important thing at the moment is to figure out what is going on.

In the end, what kind of danger surrounds them.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes were straight and sharp, and he looked straight at Jiang Yan:

"Okay, I'll tell you, but I also have a request, when I'm done, you have to tell me the ins and outs of the whole thing!"

Jiang Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't say he agreed, nor did he say he didn't agree.

Schumann didn't care, anyway, when she saw him now, she had to figure it out.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then narrated everything that happened after Jiang Yan left, including how he came to Rao County from Beicheng, met Bai Zening, and then lived in the Shizhen Hotel, 1510, and then told Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan didn't interject from beginning to end, just leaned against the wall behind him, hung his head slightly, and let the fine hair on his forehead cover his dark and dull eyes, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Rao is like this, the temperature and air pressure around him seem to be invisibly, becoming cold and oppressive little by little.

When Schumann finished speaking, he turned his head slightly sideways and looked at him, only to find that the edges and corners of his side face were tightened, and the corners of his forehead had burst with green tendons.

Schumann felt a thrill in his heart.

"Jiang Yan?"

Her voice was like a stream of water, and in an instant, Jiang Yan's thoughts were all pulled back.

After settling his mind, Jiang Yan turned his head and looked at Schumann.

Schumann was a little puzzled, what was in his deep eyes, but he still pretended to be casual, and said easily:

"It's okay, don't worry, don't you see that I'm not standing in front of you in a good manner, but you, these days, ......"

Schumann originally wanted to comfort Jiang Yan and let him not worry about himself, but unexpectedly, before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Yan suddenly stood up straight, stood in front of her, and imprisoned her body between the wall and him.

The tone around him suddenly became depressed and anxious, Schumann was stunned in his heart, and in the next second, Jiang Yan's thin and soft lips had been covered.

His lips were cold, but the kiss was hot and raging, with a certain release and punishment, on Schumann's lips, tearing and gnawing, Schumann's lips soon became numb, but in comparison, there was an indescribable sourness in her heart.

How could she not understand, Jiang Yan, she was blaming herself.

He's only been away for three days, and so many things have happened to her, and he's blaming himself.

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but relax, raised his arms to hook Jiang Yan's neck, and began to respond to his kiss.

Now in this situation, she has no way to speak, and even if she does, I am afraid it will not make a big difference, so she wants to tell Jiang Yan in this way that she is really fine.

As long as you see him, everything doesn't matter.

Breathing soon became difficult, and Schumann could almost feel the feeling of oxygen being withdrawn little by little in the lungs......

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