In summer, despite the wind, there is also a slight amount of heat.

The community where Zhao Yiran lives now has excellent management facilities, even if it is late at night, he does not feel scared when he walks alone.

When you touch the lights in the doorhouse, they will automatically turn on, and the warm colors will make people feel safe.

Maybe the wine is coming up, the empty room is very quiet, and the brain is rumbling and messy.

Sitting on the sofa, I came back to my senses a little, and took my mobile phone to report my safety. The mood of this day has just calmed down.

"Knock Knock"

There was a sharp knock on the door, and she was in the kitchen making honey lemonade to prepare for the sobering wine.

The sound continued uninterrupted for more than ten seconds, and the woman slowly approached with small steps. Seeing the talent in the display screen, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then the movement of wiping his hands slowed down.

Dong Fang? How is he?

The door was opened, and the person in front of him was tall, with a strong sense of oppression, and the strong smell of alcohol and a little tobacco fragrance came to his face.

The man's expression was serious, and his eyes staring at her were full of cruelty. The hallway was quiet, and it seemed that his angry breathing could be heard.

"Why are you here at night?" Compared with the man's exposed emotions, Zhao Yiran was puzzled by the arrival of this uninvited guest.

To put it in detail, the two have almost no intersection in the past three years, and they only replied to the blessing text messages he sent during the New Year's holidays.

Six years ago, Zhao Yiran just went to college, and her athlete cousin, who grew up together, had a boyfriend who played a professional basketball game, and accidentally accompanied her to the club to find her brother-in-law, and met Dong Fang, the little bully in the team.

That day, the girl wore a simple white dress, and the whole person was innocent and seductive, exuding confidence, elegance and nobility.

In that group of men, it became the center of attention.

Recently, there was a sudden intersection because cousin Zheng Mengqi and her brother-in-law were going to have a wedding, and the couple invited a few groomsmen and bridesmaids to sit together.

Seeing Dong Fang again at the dinner table, Zhao Yiran felt that he was a lot calmer, he used to be not serious, but now he has a lot of restraint, but he is still an old character, and he loves to joke.

"How did you find it?" She has only been half a year old when she moved to this new home, and only the people around her know the address. In addition, the security is very strict late at night, and you can't enter without access control identification and password.

"Is there anything else I can't do?" There was no emotion in his tone, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

Because of the influence of alcohol, the man's already low and uninhibited voice was a little hoarse.

I haven't seen him drunk many times, and it seems that every time this happens, that liveliness will be suppressed.

After listening to Zhao Yiran, he also felt that he was asking redundantly, his style has always been like this.

"You won't want me to come in and sit down?" From beginning to end, the man stared at her eyes and didn't leave.

Before the change, he must have said that she didn't even understand this kind of hospitality. But at this time, he was not in the mood at all, and tried his best to endure the emotions in his heart before they exploded.

Zhao Yiran raised the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and turned sideways to make room for him.

As the man passed by, the back of his hand gently brushed her arm and burned it.

When I closed the door, I turned around and saw him standing there, looking around. Looking up and down, the man's dressing style has not changed, simple white T black sweatpants with white socks and casual shoes.

Simple and neat.

The figure seems to be a little stronger, and the skin is darker. The exposed arms on both sides are also highlighted, but the tattoo pattern on the front arm is now full, and it is not broken from the top to the cuff joint.

"When you moved before, the photo of the circle of friends took the house number, pay attention in the future, don't send everything out."

The man spoke behind her back, his voice was tired, he drank a lot and even spoke a little slurred, but he could also hear his dissatisfaction with it.

He is originally from the Northeast, and now he speaks in a tone like an elder talking about a junior.

Zhao Yiran thought about it for a while, and the news was private not long after it was posted, thinking that not many people had noticed.

"You'll be paying attention to those." The woman was unimpressed, and went around him to the kitchen again.

"Sit casually."

Dong Fang didn't listen to her, but walked forward and continued to stare at the slender figure in the distance.

Before I had time to change my commuter outfit, I knew that she had just returned.

Zhao Yiran has a simple personality, he is glad that he knew her six years ago, and understands that she has always been on her mind, and she can see at a glance that she is sad and happy.

When I opened the door and saw her before, I was as depressed as he was.

His eyes were hot, staring at her every movement for a moment, and he took a new cup and put a slice of lemon, mixed it with a spoonful of honey and water.

There was already a cup next to it, and it was clear that it was for him.

It's still the same as before, always the most attentive of them. Thinking of this, my mood is a little heavier.

When I came out of the kitchen, I saw him still standing there, almost as high as the ceiling in the living room, and his expression was still serious.

"Zhao Yiran, are you going to delay him for another few six years?"

The words came suddenly, and the man had tried his best to control it, but he still said it with a sense of questioning, without a little temperature.

The girl put the water on the table near her, and when he asked, her movements slowed down a little.

His eyes pressed and he didn't answer immediately. How did he know?

Breathing a sigh of relief, he said unhurriedly, "Do you want to move the victim theory out again?"

The voice is still gentle, but it sounds so harsh to Dong Fang. Of course I knew what she meant, Ben's tense body seemed to be deflated by a small opening, and he was suddenly speechless.

Dong Fang moved his heavy steps and slowly walked to her side with a little tentativeness. I closed my eyes tightly, I drank violently on the wine table just now, and the wind blew on the way over, and now I feel that my head is heavy and I want to plant my whole body.

Trying to control his footing, he suppressed the emotions that were about to explode, but when he spoke again, his voice was even lower, "Don't wait for him, okay?" ”

If he were awake, he would never allow himself to say such a thing, which sounded like a begging for someone else's. He just felt that it wasn't meant to come out of a man's mouth, and he wasn't qualified to say that.

"You know better than anyone what he said when he enlisted in the army, and what he said three years ago!"

"Are you stupid? In a piece of six years do you wait for him five years worth? ”

The man frowned, full of distress and blame, and his voice was not high. Seeing her unwavering reaction, Dong Fang couldn't control the anger in his heart that burned more and more violently.

Zhao Yiran half-turned around and looked directly at his dark and deep eyes, and said, "Do you really think that I am not worth it like this... Still think... He's always occupied your place? ”

It itself is full of madness, and all the murderous aura accumulated on the field over the years of playing is exuding at this moment.

But she can only feel oppression, not fear.