"Let's see each other less recently, now I'm ......" Zou Zhinan's words were interrupted by Song Taile before he finished speaking.

"Zou Chuan, huh? I remembered! Okay, what a name! Since I was a child, I didn't know what you thought every day, mysterious! ”

"You shouldn't know 'Zou Chuan', I'll tell you later! Now the only friend I trust is you, and thank you for helping today! Zou Zhinan's voice changed from cold to soothing.

"Okay, okay...... If you don't know, you don't know! By the way, what should I do with the fake 'Zou Zhinan'? Before Song Taile could speak, he complained again, "It's really awkward to talk like this!" ”

"Don't let my dad find out, don't let people take pictures of his face, you can take him to nightclubs and bars if you're fine, some small news, but don't cause trouble!" Zou Zhinan sat on the sofa relaxedly, changing his gentle image during the day, although he was just leaning on the sofa, his momentum was like that of an emperor.

"Your requirements are really not low! Okay, I'll try my best! Who made me just like you! But if the second person asks me, I will not agree! Song Taile talked about it again.

It wasn't until Song Taile stopped croaking that Zou Zhinan asked again: "When we were in the parking lot today, did you see a woman who wanted to untie Xiao Cao's mask?" Song Taile naturally knew that Xiao Ke was the one who pretended to be Zou Zhinan in the parking lot.

"There are still people who are so bold that they dare to step forward and pull the mask of 'Zou Zhinan'?" Song Taile quipped. Song Taile's meaning is a little ironic, although Xiao Cao is a stand-in, but in the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Cao is Zou Zhinan, how can anyone dare to tear off the mask on Zou Zhinan's face.

"It's not mine, it's your stand-in." Zou Zhinan frowned, and his tone was much colder.

Song Taile seemed to sense Zou Zhinan's displeasure, and his tone was not as presumptuous as just now, and continued: "We were all in the morning, and he ...... In addition to the bodyguard, what kind of woman is there next to that 'Zou Zhinan'? You...... You can't be looking for a woman, are you? Song Taile is the kind of person who forgets the pain after healing the scar, and his tone rises again, making fun of Zou Zhinan.

Zou Zhinan sighed softly, and really had no way to take care of his hair, so he hung up the phone in a hurry. Song Taile may have been accustomed to Zou Zhinan's inexplicable behavior of hanging up the phone, accepted the phone, muttered and went to jump to drink again.

Zou Zhinan faintly felt strange why that memory was only for himself and Dong Ziyue, and the memories of the two same scenes were so real. He thought as he gripped the empty beer can until it was pinched to the extreme. He pressed the button next to him, and the room fell into a dark, dead silence. He still sat on the sofa closest to the door, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window at the starry sky, and fell into dusty memories.

One day ten years ago, a photo suddenly appeared on the Internet newspaper, the photo was a little blurry, and it was vaguely visible that it was Zou Jinming's wife, Wang Haoer, and a man in a black jacket. Wang Haoer's clothes were slightly disheveled, and he walked out of the side door of the newly opened Haochuan Shopping Center. As soon as the news came out, the outside world was full of scolding, thinking that Wang Haoer was cheating in marriage. Because the top 10th floor of the Haochuan Shopping Center is a hotel, insiders said that the two were photographed after coming out of the hotel in the morning, after all, the mall had not officially opened at that time. Nineteen-year-old Zou Zhinan got the newspaper and wanted to ask his mother, but he only heard his parents arguing in the bedroom. Then, my father slammed the door and went out, and he watched his mother cry bitterly. At that time, Zou Zhinan seemed to believe every word in the newspaper, and those words were like sharp knives stabbing him in the heart. He didn't believe that his mother would betray the family like this, but he also used these sharp blades through his heart to poke his mother again.

"Mom, is this true? Why? Zou Zhinan didn't understand what conspiracy was at that time, he didn't understand what calculation was, he believed everything he saw.

"Zhinan, it's not true, my mother didn't ......" Although Wang Haoer cried, although she was also in her forties, she was still so beautiful and weak.

"I don't know what's true and what's false!" Zou Zhinan dropped the newspaper and rushed out the door.

When he returned the next day, Nuoda's villa was empty, and it wasn't until the police called and woke him up from his dream that he learned that his mother had committed suicide in Qushui Lake.

Then, in order to escape, he went abroad to go to college and changed his identity, except for Song Taile and his uncle, he cut off contact with almost everyone he knew in China, just so that one day he could ask for an explanation for his mother's death.

Thinking of this, he leaned forward and recited the sentence "Zou Chuan" in his mouth, but what he thought in his heart was: I, Zou Zhinan, are back, and all the people who killed my mother, I must let you be punished as you deserve!

On the other side, after Ziyue drove away from the community, she almost ran all the way to the suburbs. It wasn't until she reached a dilapidated residential area that she slowed down and turned into the alley. She skillfully parked her car outside a building, lit it with her mobile phone, and came to a house.

Ziyue opened the door with the key, and was greeted not by her family but by a room full of alcohol. She bit her lip, reluctantly changed her shoes, and went into the living room. As usual, my father was very drunk by himself, with tears in the corners of his eyes. Across from my father was still a picture of my mother and an empty cup. Ziyue didn't know whether to praise his father's infatuation, or whether to spit on this drunkard who had been in a slump for twenty years. She frowned and sobbed a little, and as she cleaned up the room, she picked up her father and carried him to bed. She saw that her father's arm was tightly bandaged again, and she must have been injured again when she went to the police.

The father woke up like a dream, and Ziyue finally couldn't help crying: "Dad, it's been twenty years, and my mother may just want to see you and me live like ordinary people!" Why, why do you have to live so painfully! Ziyue's tears seemed to be out of Ziyue's grasp, but she still tried to control her voice and not let it become hoarse.

After a long time, Ziyue's tears seemed to have dried up, she took out a wad of money from her purse, put it under her father's pillow, and quietly left. The only difference is that when she leaves the house and walks through the same dimly lit alleyways, she no longer needs the lights. She skillfully discredited and walked out into the street and got into her own car.

Ziyue sat in the car, emptying everything in her heart, thinking back on the past twenty years. After the death of his mother, his father was like a different person, and he never fulfilled the responsibilities of a father. At the age of seven, she became her own support, and she had to face her father, who was drunk every day, and she was physically and mentally exhausted......

Ziyue's thoughts were like a tide, and memories kept pouring in one by one, and finally the lights of a car driving in the opposite direction pulled her back to reality. She calmed down, started the car slowly, and returned to her house in the bridge community.

Ziyue gently closed the door, washed up briefly, and lay down on the bed.

And Zou Zhinan also seemed to hear the sound of the door closing, so he walked into the bedroom with his mobile phone and lay on the bed.

Ziyue picked up the phone, a little hesitant, she quickly typed a few words, and deleted them one by one. Then, she began typing again, carefully writing and deleting, deleting, deleting, until the third time, she finally sent the typed information. She sent it to a person named "Light", and only said, "Do you have time for afternoon tea tomorrow?" ”

Coincidentally, Zou Zhinan also received two messages at this time. One is named uncle, and one is signed by the chairman. But the content of the two messages is the same, both are "back? See you tomorrow! ”

Zou Zhinan replied to the chairman, just dismissed the idler, and said: "Okay! He replied to his uncle again, saying, "When the time comes, we will naturally meet." ”

Next, Zou Zhinan muted his phone and ignored the information on his phone.

And Ziyue has been holding the phone, carefully waiting for the reply of "Light". A wave of sleepiness hit, and she shook her phone hard for fear of missing the message. It wasn't until half an hour later that "Light" replied with a "good" word, and she fell asleep slowly with a smile.

Early the next morning, Ziyue was awakened by a ray of dazzling sunlight rushing into the room. She habitually flipped through her phone, and as she expected, Zou Zhinan's article had become the report with the highest number of clicks and retweets on the whole network that day. It's just that netizens have different comments, some are unhappy, and some bluntly say that they died because of shame, and a life has not made everyone reflect on the harm of public opinion ten years ago and today's online violence, but has become another group of readers talking after dinner.

Ziyue couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart, she could expect such an ending, but she was really sad about such a phenomenon. Twenty years ago, she decided not to be a toner in this public opinion dye vat, but to be a digger of the truth - to give the world a clear water and blue sky. Every photo and every text she is obsessed with is just for the justice and the light in her heart.

The sorrow in Ziyue's heart revealed the last trace of tiredness when she got up early.

She hurriedly called Ruyi, and her voice was slightly playful: "Good morning, old man!" ”

"Don't call me that, it's not good to scream early in the morning!" Ruyi seems to often fall into a routine like Ziyue, so he subconsciously has a defense.

"I can't go back to the studio in the morning, can you do me a favor......" Ziyue deliberately lengthened her voice, waiting for a consistent answer.

"You're the boss, you can't go back, watch it yourself! As for helping, what is the matter? There is no way to take such a boss and girlfriend, and the tone is more relaxed.

"Help me write a few more articles about Zhuo Chuan!" Ziyue said as she thought about it, and her tone became serious. "Now the Internet is overwhelming with the Zou family, even if we don't sprinkle salt on their wounds, in order to attract attention, there will be people who will take out the past and discuss it." When he spoke, Ziyue's eyes showed a cold and arrogant gaze, which was very different from the gentle appearance of ordinary days.