Li Daoyang was humble on his lips, but his hand honestly silently picked a picture that he was best at, and clicked to enter.

Li Daoyang said: "Teacher Ren, I have just played for a short time, let's learn from novices, and rookies peck each other." ”

Jingmian: "......"

This zombie game has been out for five years, and Li Daoyang bought the disc when it was first released, and he is more familiar with the map than himself.

Jing Mian just wanted to open his mouth to change the picture, but he thought about it, no matter which picture, for Mr...... It probably doesn't make a difference.

The young man sat back on the sofa, thinking that if Mr. Huiren lost, he would have a few more PK games with Li Daoyang, and it would not be too late to help Mr. get angry.

The screen begins to shift.

Li Daoyang manipulated the joystick, quickly picked up the best gun nearby, and rushed out along the map.

Jing Mian watched her husband press the joystick, like a newborn fawn toddler, and picked up a troll with some difficulty.

Jingmian: "......"

Although the □□ is lethal, the rate of fire is slow, the muzzle is chaotic, and the reload is even slower, and for novices, there is a high probability that they will not even be able to hit people when they get the troll.

The boy bowed his head silently.

I can't bear to look at it.

It's just that as the roaring zombies approached, he suddenly heard a popping sound.

Brief but shaking.

It's the sound of □□ shooting!

Jing Mian raised his eyes and saw that in Mr. Wang's perspective, a mutated zombie crawling on the edge of the eaves was instantly paralyzed.

It's not ordinary zombies that are being struck.

It's a quick move and it's hard to target...... Mutant zombies.

How did you see the hidden position on the roof, even if you have to walk nearby?

Jing Mian's pupils constricted slightly.

There are even some doubts about life.

That ...... just now Was it his husband who hit him?

Li Daoyang's side had successfully knocked down more than a dozen zombies, and then he was pounced on by a mutated zombie, biting hard, and the blood bars fell down.

Then Jing Mian watched Mr. Ren slowly walk up to Li Daoyang and bow his head.

Bang.

The rapid blood of the human beings stopped.

Li Daoyang was surprised: "You can get a headshot with a troll, or a mutated zombie!?" ”

Jingmian Adam's apple rolled, silently adding in his heart,

Or twice.

Mr. Ren's voice was faint: "Beginner's luck." ”

After that, it was indeed as the man said, Li Daoyang flew all the way, and Mr. Ren's role stumbled, and finally passed the customs with difficulty.

Li Daoyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At first, he was sweating down.

He has been playing this game for three or four years, and he loves it so much that he and his classmates have developed a few new drawings and teamed up every day.

If you lose, it's not a matter of face.

Li Daoyang put down the handle, stretched his waist, gave a thumbs up to his opponent, and comforted him appropriately: "Teacher Ren is very powerful, it's the first time I've seen a beginner one-shot headshot mutant, although he didn't play well later, but it is already very awesome for novices." ”

Jing Mian was a little stunned.

Although Mr. Ren's performance was unsatisfactory later, in his impression, the most profound thing was the two kills at the beginning.

That kind of resolute and accurate, ruthless and decisive marksmanship,

If you don't know your husband's strength, it's hard to even get along with beginners.

Li Daoyang looked at his watch and said, "It's late, I'll go to bed first, good night." ”

Jing Mian nodded: "Good night." ”

Before returning to the bedroom,

Jing Mian left Mr. Coat's coat on the sofa.

*

Morning.

Sleepiness is rare for insomnia.

Since living with Mr. Ren, insomnia symptoms have rarely recurred, but tonight, he has something that he can't let go, and he can't help but think about it.

Mr. Ren's third drawer.

Locked, the key is placed in the inner pocket of the body, the secret that does not want to be watched by anyone, and the velvet padded box engraved with the abbreviation "MM".

Jing Mian pursed his lips, and the tip of his nose swelled with a strange look.

Maybe...... It's a wedding ring that I couldn't give away.

In the past 12 years of separation, he and Mr. Ren have no intersection, let alone know each other's lives, so the man has had a relationship, even if he is serious enough to plan to get married, he has no right to know and interfere.

He knew where the key was.

I also know that the jewelry box is in the third drawer.

But that's not the right thing to do, if he really cares, he can ask Mr. Ren directly, what is inside, and the past behind it, with Mr. Ren's character, there is a high probability that he will tell him honestly.

Jingmian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

…… He didn't want to know.

I don't want to know it from my husband.

Jing Mian stared at the ceiling for a long time, got up gently, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The boy reached for his slippers and put them on.

He was in a daze on the sofa for a long time, staring at the wall lamp on the second floor, the light fell softly on the extended steps, Jing Mian looked at the key in his hand, and silently put it back into his coat.

The boy walked up the steps, the light followed his shadow, and as he passed the study, Jing Mian's footsteps unconsciously stopped.

He paused for a few seconds, then slowly pushed open the half-open door.

The light of the wall lamp penetrated into the study, extending a gradually widening gap, and in the gap was the figure of a young man draped in clothes.

Jing Mian walked into the study, sat down on the wide office chair, he slowly lay on his side on the table, his head resting on his arm on one side, and the index finger of the other hand, and lightly scratched the words on the table:

MM。

Suddenly, Jing Mian was stunned.

He sat up and looked at the drawer below the left side of the table.

An unlikely thought suddenly came to my mind.

He reached out, knuckles gripping the armrest, straining slightly.

It's on.

Probably because Yu Nian forgot to close it tightly before leaving, and the drawer was not locked.

Jingmian's pupils trembled slightly.

He leaned over and slowly crouched down, his surroundings pitch black, the dim wall lamps only touching the doorway, not illuminating every corner of the study.

But Jing Mian still relied on intuition and memory to find the pure white velvet cushion box.

When he opened it, Jing Mian's fingertips were cold, his heartbeat was inexplicably slow, and he was nervous.

Immediately, Jing Mian's gaze condensed.

With the help of the faint light, Jing Mian could see clearly-

It's a bracelet.

At the center of the bracelet is a blue star pendant.

Not associated with exquisite luxury, and even looking a little childish, Jing Mian remembers that he made a bracelet in a handicraft class when he was very young, and before the car accident that affected his life, he was about to go to his brother's birthday party and give them stars.

Later, he never had a chance to send it out again.

Even if there was, Jing Mian after that completely broke off the idea of giving it to his brother.

Because he is not qualified.

He doesn't deserve it.

So about the bracelet, Mr. Ren naturally doesn't know.

Jing Mian's neck was numb, his eyes were lowered, and his fingertips trembled a little.

At the same time, he couldn't stand still, he went from half-squatting to sitting on the floor, feeling his heart beating violently, almost trembling, unable to suppress.

How could it be.

How did it end up here?

…

The secrets hidden in Mr. Ren's third-floor drawer,

- It's the little star that I couldn't give to my brother in the first place.

Chapter 97

Jing Mian sat on the floor.