Huang Mao didn't recognize it at first, but after looking carefully, he smiled playfully: "Yo, isn't this the flower of our No. 1 Middle School?" How do you have time to come to our door? ”

Lin Han had a cold face, she didn't have time to talk to him, she frowned, impatient: "I'm looking for Xiao Yiheng, where is he!"

The yellow-haired ruffian asked, "What are you looking for our Brother Heng?"

Lin Han pursed his lips tightly and suppressed the anger in his heart: "He accepted my money, so he will do something for me!" Don't think you're going to take my money away by playing missing! ”

Huang Mao snorted coldly, and looked at Lin Han's eyes with a little more anger: "You are the one who took the money to let Brother Heng do things?" Because of you, our Brother Heng has suffered a big loss, and his body is not in good shape now. ”

Lin Han was unmoved: "That has nothing to do with me, even if he dies, he will finish this matter for me!"

"Hey! I said, why are you so cold-blooded! Huang Mao was furious.

But now that people are coming and going, it is impossible for him to really beat Lin Han.

He rolled his eyes and smiled maliciously: "Brother Heng can't do things for you now, but I can show you the way, does Brother Leopard in the Black Zone know?" Feng Qingyue offended him miserably, and now I can't wait to peel her skin and cramp, instead of wasting time looking for Brother Heng here, it is better to go to Brother Leopard, I think Brother Leopard is happy to cooperate with you. ”

Lin Han looked at Huang Mao fixedly: "Are you sure?" Brother Leopard can help me. ”

Huang Mao nodded: "Naturally, if you have a way and don't let Jiang Yuye notice, Brother Leopard will definitely help you."

Lin Han clenched her fists tightly, and she took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll go to the black area to find Brother Leopard."

"You help me bring a message to Xiao Yiheng, just say that Feng Qingyue is already with Jiang Yuye, and if he is a little later, this task is estimated to be difficult to complete, so let him find a time to return the money to me."

Huang Mao replied lazily: "Got it."

Looking at the back of Lin Han leaving, Huang Mao sneered, I have to say that Lin Han is worse than the people in their group.

They are so good at playing, Lin Han can only play yin.

Huang Mao hooked his lips slightly, and decided to ask Xiao Yiheng for credit, he could solve Lin Han's trouble with one sentence.

Lincheng poor old town

Xiao Yiheng has not gone out since the last beating, nor has he gone to the hospital for treatment, but has relied on himself to heal.

He lay on the bed, his tall body curled up, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The mouth unconsciously muttered: "The wind is clear...... Qingqing ......"

He snapped his eyes open, gasping for air.

The light in the room was dim, and Xiao Yiheng looked at the mottled ceiling and couldn't tell what day it was.

The intricate dreams in his mind became blurry again, and it was clear what happened in it when he fell into the dream, but after waking up, he only had one name left except for the pain in his heart:

The wind is clear.

So who the hell is she?

Since he was injured, she had been pestering him in her dreams for a long time, Xiao Yiheng leaned on the head of the bed tiredly, wanting to take a moment to find clues, or go directly to ask Feng Qingyue.

They've known each other for a long time.

Due to boredom, Xiao Yiheng picked up the cigarette on the bedside table and took a big sip.

Hearing a knock on the door, Huang Mao shouted: "Brother Heng, open the door, I'll tell you something."

Xiao Yiheng got out of bed with a cigarette, and as soon as the door opened, Huang Mao got in by himself, and laughed twice: "Brother Heng, how is the injury going?"

Xiao Yiheng's injuries had already healed, but he just didn't want to go out, his expression was cold, and his fingers were shaking the ashes: "It's almost, what are you doing here?"

Huang Mao looked at his house again: "Where is the aunt?"

"I went to the hospital to get the medicine, and I have something to say."

Sensing the impatience in his tone, Huang Mao immediately returned to the topic: "Lin Han came to find me in the job today."

Xiao Yiheng's eyebrows furrowed, and a trace of disgust flashed in her amber eyes: "What is she going to do?"

"Looking for you, she has been looking for you for more than half a month, and she has been inquiring about your whereabouts."

When it comes to Lin Han, Xiao Yiheng has a reflexive disgust.

"What do you say? Tell her my address? ”

Huang Mao's eyes widened: "How could I betray you, she asked you to do that bad thing, and let you return the money to her, by the way, she also said that Feng Qingyue was with Jiang Yuye."

Xiao Yiheng held the cigarette in his hand, and he didn't react to the scarlet fire that burned his flesh, until Huang Mao reminded him, and Xiao Yiheng didn't notice the pain.

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, and the flames were scattered and finally extinguished.

"Brother Heng? What happened to you? ”

Xiao Yiheng looked down at the burns on his fingers, his throat was inexplicably astringent, he gasped slightly, and it took a long time to find his voice: "I'm fine......"

Huang Mao continued: "Alas, why did you say you had nothing to do with this task? Even if you want to chase other people's girls for money, you can do it quietly, but you still let Brother Long know, and the task he gave you was also brought to Jiang Yuye by the way. Huang Mao sighed: "I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up, Jiang Yuye has already started."

"Is it ......" Xiao Yiheng was in a trance: "Together?"

Why did he feel sad......

It was as if he had lost something very important and could never get it back.

Huang Mao left, and Xiao Yiheng sat in his room, which was narrow, enough for a bed, a tattered table, and a small skylight that could let in a little light.

Looking at the outside world from here gives the illusion that you are in prison.

Maybe the cells are better than his house.

In winter, the house is very damp, because there is no heating, it will be so cold that his hands and feet will be sores, but Xiao Yiheng is used to it, he has lived in such a place for seventeen years.

And he is also an inconspicuous speck of dust in this bustling market.

He slowly closed his eyes on the bed, he didn't want to sleep, but he wanted to go to sleep to find the answer.

"Heng, Happy New Year."

The familiar soft and sweet voice of Qingling sounded.

Xiao Yiheng waved away the white mist, wanting to see who was calling him.

The girl's back was to her, and she was standing beside her.

Her face was a little blurry, but he could see that she was smiling at him.

Xiao Yiheng took out a firework and gave it to her: "Do you like it?"

The girl nodded obediently, and the fireworks flashed in her hands.

"I mean, like me?"

There was a hint of imperceptible playfulness in his tone, but the girl's voice was pious and clean: "I like it."

When Xiao Yiheng woke up again, tears unconsciously slipped down the corners of his eyes.

He felt that a memory was about to be revived, and he was scared and resistant, but he also wanted to know what this memory that had haunted him day and night.

And now, he only needs to see Feng Qingyue, and everything can be spread out in front of his eyes.

……

The memory of the second man's past life is about to be awakened, cough.