The phone rang suddenly, cutting through the silence of the air.

The man pulled out his mobile phone, and the screen of the phone showed "January 1, 2014", and below it was a large font with "No Caller ID".

"Hello."

As soon as the man heard this, he judged the identity of the other party, and his tone was indifferent: "What are the trading conditions?" ”

"No problem. The Agency will covertly protect that person after the mission. But this body must be sure of one thing—"

"21 years old, no background in the rivers and lakes, an ordinary citizen."

"It's really impossible to reveal who it is?"

"In August, I'll tell you, of course."

"Understood. It will be scheduled in the early hours of one night in mid-August. ”

"Where?"

"There is a network, and the details will be revealed when the time comes."

"Not bad, not bad."

"Mr. Jiuyang's name, I heard that your kill rate is 100%—"

“98%。” The man raised the corners of his mouth, "The remaining 2% is my mercy." ”

Compassion is because of an indelible emotion.

Two bleak years have passed, the streets and alleys are crowded with people, and the traffic jam has become more serious. Despite this, the low temperature of the capital still makes people feel all kinds of loneliness, and the soft light moon is also buried under the haze.

Behind the prosperity, the abandoned people seem to be in an isolated world. When witnessing pairs on the street, lonely people often can't tell the difference between low self-esteem and jealousy.

The unkempt man hung up the phone and sat down by the stacked cardboard railing.

"Meow."

The man raised his head, his gaze, half obscured by his long hair, staring at the rushing flames. Agile, it weaves left and right in the crowd and still maintains high speeds – that's its strong point.

The kitten leaped and deftly threw itself on the man's legs, rubbing his forehead against the leg of his jeans and whispering.

A man's long-lost smile is unique in lonely times.

"Lang Lang...... Lang Lang ......"

A slender girl hurried from behind and smiled shyly at the strange man. The man looked up, it was a short-haired girl about high school age, her appearance was very cute and eye-catching, her eyes were not big but crystalline, her face was swollen, she was wearing a white sports thick jacket, but she was only wearing a pair of thin denim shorts on her lower body, revealing her snow-white long legs, exuding a unique youthful atmosphere in the cold winter, lively and unpretentious.

"Meow."

"This cat is so cute." The man smiled at the gray cat, "Hurry up and go back to the master." ”

Lang Lang didn't want to leave, and licked the man's hand leisurely. In fact, he is the original owner, but the girl doesn't know about it.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, it's rare that he's not afraid of strangers." The short-haired girl smiled sweetly and curled the ends of her hair, she was always friendly to strangers who had no malice.

The man smiled politely and stroked the lively gray cat, but did not allow it to run into his arms. The adult gray cat has grown a lot, is energetic, and exudes a unique fragrance of a girl, making it more likable.

The man wears a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, which don't quite match the whole outfit. He wears a black coat, a black cold hat, and a thick beard that tells the vicissitudes of the past two years. He looks like a mature man in his forties, with endless stories to hide.

"Why is his name Lang Lang?" Aga chuckled, trying his best to push Lang Lang, who was reluctant to leave, to the feet of the short-haired girl.

The girl smiled: "Huh? Hmmm......"

"Is it because he can play the piano?" Aga stood up and dusted himself off.

The short-haired girl puffed out her face and smirked, and picked up the naughty Lang Lang: "Haha, it's good that he's so talented." ”

"Meow." The kitten seemed to understand the girl's words, and hurriedly replied angrily.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." The girl reciprocated, hugged Lang Lang to her right shoulder, and walked in the direction of the milk road into the street.

Aga was still sitting alone, and the temperature plummeted in the evening, but it was not much worse for him. Over the years, he has witnessed the girl taking the kitten down for a walk on the street several times, but the kitten did not notice the boy's existence, and the girl did not know that he was Lang Lang's previous owner.

Seeing his former partner being pampered by a girl, I felt a little warm, but it was only in exchange for a moment of happiness.

Many shops on the opposite side of the road have also closed early, except for the still brightly lit Gen Kee porridge shop, and the 24 convenience store next to it. There are still a lot of people in the porridge shop, and Sister Luolan, who seems to be Sister Roland, is still fast, and I believe that the bowl of chicken porridge is still warm.

The boy did not set foot in the porridge shop for two years because he was afraid of meeting her.

Ironically, the boy who had never eaten a bite of chicken porridge suddenly missed the aftertaste.

Ironically, the boy's most unforgettable tenderness has been echoing in the memory space for 700 days and nights.

Ironically, after the abuse of parting fades, it turns into a sharp memory, destroying the shadow of loneliness.

I'm afraid of the silence, I'm afraid of being lonely, I'm afraid of thinking of the girl with some porridge on the corner of my mouth.

A petite figure stepped out of the convenience store and into the porridge shop next to it. Aga stared at the girl in the yellow slippers with wide eyes.

Familiar, but forced to be helplessly unfamiliar.

The girl was staring at the glass window, as if she was spying on the porridge shop, as if she was looking for more people than planning to visit.

Who to look for?

Occasionally, the boy would witness the girl from afar, but each time she would just stand outside the door and peek through the glass window. Zhiyun hasn't tasted porridge for a long time, perhaps because of the indelible scar.

The knife marks on the face are not serious wounds, just wash them and rest for two weeks, and they will definitely not leave a scar. The real trauma is imprinted in the heart.

The booth for two next to the door of the store was vacant, but he and she no longer sat down.

Spying on the empty seat, is it because of reluctance? The boy, who was originally calm in his heart, suddenly became worried. It's been three years, and the girl still can't forget it.

Or maybe you're thinking too much......

He would rather be so.

Aren't the unbridled insults, the blood-red cheeks, and the irresponsible disappearance not enough to make the girl hate her lowly self?

Suddenly, the boy stared at the sudden appearance of the opposite road and woke up his spirits. A black shadow flashed, grabbed Zhiyun's snow-white young arm hard, and pulled her to the right of the sidewalk, the girl shouted, but couldn't get rid of the thick hand.

The alert Aga quickly stood up, his light body stepped over the iron railing, and ran to the opposite road with an arrow step.

No...... Zhiyun has asthma, how can she run so fast...... Who's that......

The man grabbed the girl and ran wildly, and the girl seemed to struggle but only knew how to scream, and they turned a corner and left the half-race man's sight. The mixed-race man desperately ran at full speed, crossing the busy road and quickly weaving through the crowd.

No...... Guilt overflowed from the boy's heart, and with it was a flood of anxiety. The boy's hands began to tremble, and his breath was short.

He couldn't judge the background of the strange man for a short time, but he believed that he had bad intentions. He had already drawn the pen, the tip of which was sharp enough to make a notch that would make him lie down in a second

At the corner of the road, the aroma of curry overflows.

Ah Jia suddenly stopped in the dark, staring at the two figures in front of Lin Jiyu, and couldn't help but be stunned, his hands trembling constantly.

"Two bunches of fish balls are not spicy." A male voice said, rough but heroic.

"Whew...... Whoop......" Zhiyun gasped beside her, her tone full of complaints, "You, why are you afraid of being so fast......"

"I see that Sister Lin is about to close, so let's take two steps faster."

"Hey, there's only two steps there, and there's two hundred steps...... If you buy it back for me, you'll drag me along—"

"Meet the hostess my cutest future girlfriend."

"Hmph." The girl's cheeks flushed, "Who said I promised you." ”

The two of them each carried a string of hot fish balls, talked ambiguously, and walked down the street.

Aga lowered his head and tore off the cold hat to cover his blurred eyes. Zhiyun swept by, but did not recognize the mixed-race man.

When they were finally gone, the boy was stunned for a long time in the silent corner beside the fish ball shop, time like a tired clock, the minute hand and hour hand paused for a moment, losing the power to beat. The hands shook so badly that it took ten minutes to get under control.

also thought that Zhiyun was attacked, and it turned out that the man was just a girl......

In the cold of ten degrees Celsius, Aga barely smiled bitterly, bearing the lonely heartbeat.

Well, there's actually nothing to worry about.

Isn't it nice to have a heavy shoulder for her to snuggle into?

He took a chocolate from his coat and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the bitterness in the sweetness. The corners of his eyes were wet, and he knew that it was just a sensitivity to grief.

It turns out that the only one who has been unforgettable is himself. The girl had already let go of the past and led the other one down, leaving her fool-like self, hiding in the corner, humbly silently anxious for the girl.

Every evening, Aga would also come out into the streets, spending time in hidden corners for a long time. Growing a beard, wearing a cold hat, and wearing an overcoat are just to dress up as a mature man and prevent the girl from discovering her existence. In the eyes of others, he may be a frustrated scum, or he may be a poor tramp – he doesn't care.

The world has not forgiven him for the disobedience he caused, and he did not care.

In the past two years, Agar has not engaged in any occupation, and life is not a worry anyway. Every hot and cold night, he will secretly follow Zhiyun from behind, for fear that ZA's people will still find trouble with her. Although nothing has happened, and Zhiyun has many friends around her, Ah Jia still has not stopped this habit, but she is afraid that if something happens to her, she will regret it for the rest of her life.

Seven hundred days, every day. It was never a nightmare that spied on her in the dark, just a lonely angel in a veil of cruelty.

The boy couldn't even put his mind at ease, and took on a job as a killer with a lot of money, but it was actually for the girl. He didn't know exactly where it was, only that it was on a certain street in the area where the network was built. He did not know the exact time, only that it was in mid-August. He didn't even know the exact mission, only that it had to do with sniping. The agency seemed to be highly secretive, and he wasn't going to hold customers accountable – that's his style.

Moreover, the agency offered a high price for itself, but he refused. Money is like floating clouds, only Zhiyun is so important that he can't lose it. He believed that if the agency could protect the girl in the future, he would be able to leave with peace of mind.

In the past two years, schizophrenia has become more and more serious, and if complications occur, not only hallucinations, but also convulsions in the body. Doctors also say that even taking large amounts of psychosuppressive medication will not stop the condition from worsening. If this uncertain trend continues, within two years the boy will lose his mind and will have to live in a psychiatric hospital for treatment.

Of course, Aga can't let go of the girl, of course he knows that not letting go of her is the crux of his condition, but at the same time, he can't stop the curse of longing. If you are bound to fall, you must find someone else to protect the girl for you before the end comes. Silently waiting behind her back, the girl did not know, and the boy did not expect her to turn back.

I didn't dare to get too close, but I couldn't bear to go too far, leaving her lonely in the vastness, although the loneliness was always herself.

Swallow the last bite of chocolate, there is no sweetness after the bitterness, but there is always a little tenderness in the sadness.

The metaphor of parallel lines is very poignant, and poignant things somewhat hide beauty.

Tears stained his black coat, and he knew it was just a sensitivity to grief.

Haha, you worrying idiot.