The prelude is melodious.

With a short rustling sound.

Then, the sound of the piano fell into his heart like mercury.

Wan Hongzhuang had never heard this song.

But just through this short prelude, he could feel the taste of sadness contained within.

He couldn't help but be a little stunned.

This situation, with such a sad tune, always feels ...... Somewhat inconsistent.

But he can only attribute the choice of this song to Xiaoyu's preferences, after all, songs with a little sadness are always easy to resonate with people and can move people's hearts more.

The prelude faded away, and a beautiful female voice, seamlessly connected, sounded instantly.

Magnetic, languid, with a touch of melancholy.

"A thousand miles of road, if you can only accompany you for a trip in the wind and snow......"

The pronunciation is very standard, just with a tune that makes people feel sad for no reason.

The two were next to each other, and the faint street lamp stretched the figures of the two......

"Shake your hand, I don't ask ...... about the future"

Wan Hongzhuang raised his head and looked at the seemingly endless road in front of him, as if he ...... There is also a bit of fit.

This is a road that is both familiar and unfamiliar, and he has passed by it more than once.

Even the shops on the street, there are garbage cans just a few steps away, bus stops, and mottled street trees...... It's like an imprint, deeply engraved in his memory.

Only this time, there was one more person by his side.

Although she just kept her head down and walked silently beside him......

For a moment, he was in a trance.

It's all so unreal......

If, everything is true...... Then he hopes that this road will never end, and the two of them can go on like this.

The melody is melodious, but Wan Hongzhuang at this moment has no mind on the song at all.

Turning his head sideways, Xiaoyu on the side was lowering his head and slowly walking forward.

The shadows of the trees were mottled, hiding her countenance.

So Wan Hongzhuang didn't notice it, hiding behind the shadows, her sad eyes ......

"It's worth love, it's worth waiting, even if you and I are divided into two ...... from now on"

Time is like water, silent.

The two of them are immersed in their own worlds, but silence is worth a thousand words.

It's just that neither of them found out:

Behind them, around the corner not far away, a feminine figure stood in the wind.

Xiao Se, mixed with a little ruthlessness.

……

Zengcuoan.

After three years of development, this small fishing village located in the southeast of Egret Island has become more and more lively.

Even though it was late at night, it was still crowded and lively.

In the surging crowd, a thin figure was constantly pushing and squirming in the crowd...... It was only with great difficulty that I squeezed out of the crowd and into an alley.

The person who came was Fu Jiawen.

Compared with his previous well-dressed clothes, he was undoubtedly extremely embarrassed at this time.

The clothes were lightly unbuttoned, the buttons were scattered, and there were still a few obvious handprints on the black silk trousers.

- A white and innocent little person like him is undoubtedly the most popular kind, so when he shuttles through the crowd, he will inevitably be taken care of by the groping pig's hand.

Not just women, but men as well.

But at this time, he didn't care at all, and his eyes were full of extreme excitement.

His eyes were burning, staring at the inconspicuous courtyard in front of him.

After pausing for a moment, barely calming down his excited heart, he walked to the courtyard with heavy steps and knocked on the door.

"Who, who?"

The door opened, and a sturdy man with open clothes appeared in front of Fu Jiawen.

Seeing that it was Fu Jiawen, a trace of surprise flashed on the man's face, "It's Jiawen, rare guests, it's so late, what kind of wind blew you here?" ”

"I, I'm here to find the God of Pain Sister."

"Oh...... He's here, so go straight in and find him. The man waved his hand, then turned his head and left, and before leaving, he did not forget to instruct, "Remember to close the door." ”

Trembled.

Holding back the throbbing in his heart, Fu Jiawen came to a room in the north of the courtyard, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door respectfully.

"Please come in."

Push the door to enter.

Tong Shi'an was leaning on the sofa beside him, holding a book, his brows furrowed.

Seeing Fu Jiawen come in, a trace of surprise flashed on the man's face, but only for a moment, he hid it, pouted, and motioned for him to sit down.

Then he put down the book and asked with a pleasant face, "Say?" What's up? ”

"You can't come to me until something happens."

"Pain...... Hurt sister God, I saw the last time I hit the goods, he ...... He still lives in the old place. ”

Tong Shi'an's brows frowned slightly.

He has an excellent memory, so he suddenly thought of who Fu Jiawen was talking about.

The time goes back to one night three years ago, when Fu Jiawen came here and asked him to help teach a lesson.

At that time, he didn't think much about it, so he agreed.

It's just that...... His so-called mixed society is only what it looks like on the surface, but in fact, he has nothing to do with these violations of law and discipline at all.

It's just Fu Jiawen's wishful thinking that has created the current embarrassing situation by mistake.

(For the specific plot, please refer to chapters 158-160)

He thought to himself: These two strokes are probably just a whim, and for the sake of his monthly confession, the confusion will pass.

So he casually agreed and sent him away.

Who would have thought that he really guessed it, and since then, Fu Jiawen has never come to him again, but the monthly supply has not been broken.

Unexpectedly...... It's been three years since the incident, and he thought that Fu Jiawen should also put this matter down.

But today, the old thing is brought up again.

Fu Jiawen pursed his lips and looked aggrieved, "At that time, you promised me that you would teach him a lesson." ”

"Then I naturally believe you, and then I saw that Xiaoyu has always come to school alone, and there are no other men around...... I thought, that idiot should be gone. ”

Tong Shi'an breathed a long sigh of relief, and his expression was complicated.

In fact, after that day, he forgot about it, and Fu Jiawen never mentioned it again, so he couldn't think of it......

It's just that coincidental.

"Unexpectedly, I saw them again today."

Fu Jiawen's eyes were red, like a beast imprisoned, "I want him to die!" ”

"Fu Jiawen!"

Tong Shi'an's voice suddenly sounded, "Do you want to die?" Can you talk nonsense like this? ”

With a huge shock, Fu Jiawen instantly regained consciousness, and a strange flush appeared on his face.

His voice became gentle for no reason, and he said timidly: "Blame me, blame me, hurt sister God." ”

"It's just that I really can't bear this breath."

"And what do you want me to do?" The old god of Tong Shi'an was sitting on the sidelines, cloudy and uncertain.

He's weighing.

"Help me teach him a hard lesson, not only that idiot, but also that slut!" Fu Jiawen said hatefully, "You don't need to do it personally, as long as you arrange people and money, I have it!" ”