On this day in the research institute, Li Siqi had no intention of working.

He had a computer on his desk, and his research topic was in his hand, but in his heart, his eyes were full of the shadow of the stream.

He wondered that before yesterday, Xiaoxi could only be said to be his girlfriend. Now, she has become a part of his life, his 'real' little wife.

He looked at the computer and the subject, but the subject and the numbers and images he saw on the computer became Xiaoxi's frowning, smiling, raising his hand, and throwing his feet...... All these brought him such deep tenderness, indescribable kindness and sweetness.

He couldn't help but sit at his desk in a daze, couldn't help but smile inexplicably, couldn't think about his stream, couldn't help but look forward to seeing her earlier, and going to their two-person world earlier.

And what about the creek, God knows what it will be like this day...... She has always been like driving in the clouds, walking in the fog, and she is confused about everything.

How can a girl become a woman overnight? She was so obsessed that she felt her face red and her heart beat at every turn.

Whenever she thinks of Siqi, she thinks of that affectionate smile, and she thinks of the fiery ...... last night Thinking that I have ...... It was all his person, and she felt that she didn't exist at all.

Heaven and earth no longer exist, the world no longer exists, and the office no longer exists...... In her eyes, there were only Siqi's eyes and Siqi's smile.

Deng Qilin, who works in the consultant's office, in his eyes, today's creek is very special and unusual. Because she is very silent, very quiet, very gentle, and very beautiful all day today.

Today, she wore a white blouse with ruffle curls, a long dress of water-red linen yarn, and a heart-shaped diamond-encrusted necklace with a water-red ribbon of the same color as the skirt on her bare neck.

When she stood up and walked around, her long skirt fluttered and slim, and she sat there like a gorgeous flamingo flower in the office.

Her cheeks, often inexplicably crimson, spread to the back of her ears and neck, and the flush made her face appear more vivid and beautiful.

Deng Qilin couldn't control his gaze, and walked to her side uncontrollably, he used excuses to talk to her several times, but Xiaoxi always raised a pair of watery black eyes in a daze, and looked at him in a daze.

This kind of dreamlike vision, this kind of quiet gaze, made Deng Qilin completely mistaken, and he immediately became excited, proud, and nervous.

He began to nervously circle around the stream, began to say something inexplicable, and began to point his hands, scratch his feet, comb his hair, and whistle there.

Yuan Qingfeng, who works here today, noticed all this secretly, he really couldn't stand it anymore, and he was very worried about Xiaoxi.

He took Deng Qilin away, arranged errands for him, walked to the creek again, and whispered:

"Xiaoxi, can you not provoke that Deng Qilin!"

"Oh?"

Xiaoxi looked up in shock, looking confused.

Her eyes were swarthy, watery, and timid.

"What? what are you talking about?" she asked, puzzled.

Qingfeng stared at this pair of eyes, such a pair of beautiful eyes, no wonder, fascinated Deng Qilin, how many men would not fall for her?

"I mean......" he coughed, laboriously explaining, "what's wrong with you?

"Hmm, is it?" Xiaoxi frowned lightly and looked at Deng Qilin who walked over. "I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to him. ”

"You-" Qingfeng looked at the stream. "Better pay attention. ”

"Okay, I will. ”

She said softly, it was so soft, so soft, as if the whole person could be turned into water.

*

At night.

City C at night is a city of night.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the traffic is busy and the crowds are surging.

The neon lights flickered everywhere, bright and extinguished, red, green, and green, lighting up the night. The snack bar, the big restaurant, the crowds, the noisy night. The stage dance, the orchestral sheng song, the dance shadow is colorful, and the singing wakes up the night.

Such a night belongs to the metropolis and to all human beings.

On the periphery of the main road is the "Afterlife" nightclub.

Now, a small band of twelve people is playing a tango dance, the music is dancing actively in the night, and a multifaceted ball hanging from the roof is slowly spinning, reflecting the colorful points of light in the hall.

In the hall, the lights are dim and soft, sometimes blue, sometimes red, sometimes green, sometimes variegated.

On the edge of the dance floor, there are small tables with small candle cups burning in them.

Dancers and dancers, walking around endlessly, with the smell of wine and the singing voices. The night here is "half-drunk".

Leng Yue wore a moon-white cheongsam, the fabric of the cheongsam was soft and luxurious, and the workmanship and style of the cheongsam were even more delicate and elegant. The kind of tailor-made grace, with her curvy figure, the cheongsam and the person wearing the cheongsam are integrated, full and dripping!

Now, Leng Yue is dancing with a middle-aged dancer, the dancer's tango is quite skillful, but Leng Yue is even more proficient.

I remember when she first came to the ballroom two years ago, she only knew some simple dance steps. Now, rumba, cha cha, tango, soul dance, horse dance, samba, she is proficient in everything.

This nightclub is the same nightclub where he met Yuan Qingfeng a month ago, and it is also the place where Yuanshan came together on the last day of his life.

However, I don't know if it was the creation of people, or if the time for them to meet had not come, it wasn't until two months ago that Leng Yue was surprised to find that this 'Afterlife' nightclub was the place where she had been with Yuanshan before. And the nightclub where she has been staying for two years is actually a chain branch of this nightclub.

Could it be that because of her miraculous circumstances, she disrupted time and space, causing her to search for the wrong place in vain for more than two years, delayed for more than two years?

This time, Leng Yue believed that she had found the right place.

Her distant mountains will definitely appear here, and she will definitely be sensed, definitely!

Every day in the nightclub, she pretends to be chic, and goes around with people who seem to be eligible. She carefully identified the traces left by the distant mountains, occasionally had abnormal hallucinations, imagining the appearance of the distant mountains after the soul possessed, but after the disappointment, the sadness would hit her heart, and finally turned into a powerful force, and only then did the suicide incident at the beginning.

Today's middle-aged dancer is an exception, he is the boss of the Deng Shi Foundation, Mr. Deng, Deng Qingyun.

When Mr. Deng first discovered Leng Yue, he was fascinated.

As soon as he has time, he will appear by Leng Yue's side, and he will accompany her to wander the ballroom...... He called her a "little fairy" and said that there was no "cheesiness" about her in the world. He spent a lot of money for her, and hired special bodyguards for her in the dance hall to ensure her safety.

He hopes that one day, the power of money and his true feelings can move Leng Yue and buy her a little bit of "cheesiness" in the world.

In order to get closer to Leng Yue, Mr. Deng is very particular about clothing matching. Crisp suit pants, light coffee color. Beige shirt with a pale coffee tie.

He was slender with a straight back, tall and with dark, dense hair. He has a square face, wears a pair of short-sighted glasses, and his vision behind the lenses is even more vibrant.

At the age of forty-eight, he looks less than forty, mature and chic.

With the beat of the music, Mr. Deng rhythmically slid the dance steps with Leng Yue, and he whispered in her ear and said seriously:

"Leng Yue, we've known each other for a long time, haven't we?"

"Hmm!" Leng Yue nodded. "It's been more than two years!" she said.

"Today, I want to tell you something! Tell you......" Mr. Deng's dance steps slowed down. "I've been holding back words for a long time, and I've been trying to say things that are hard to say. ”

His eyes stared at the cold moon in the man dance for a moment.

"From the first time I found you, I knew that I was finish......ed," Deng Qingyun sighed lightly: "Frankly speaking, I love freedom very much, and I don't want to be tied up by a woman." Over the years since my wife died, I've been happy with my single life......! But it completely disrupted my peaceful life!"

Mr. Deng stared at her.

"Cold Moon. ”

He called softly.

"I know we're very unworthy of our age, and I've always been very conflicted...... I analyzed myself very seriously, and I knew that I shouldn't have fallen into it! However, I lost! Leng Yue, I lost...... If, you don't think I'm choosing the right time, if you don't think I'm too nasty, or too old, I hope — you'll accept me as your husband!"

"Huh?!"

The cold moon jumped.

She looked at him in amazement.

Her dance steps were messed up, and her eyes were wide and wide.

"I hope you can marry me. Mr. Deng repeated, looking at her deeply, waiting for her reply.

"You-you-" Leng Yue stammered, "You must not be serious, are you?!" You don't know what you're talking about, are you?!"

"I'm serious!" Mr. Deng's eyes were warm: "Over the years, I have never been so serious about one thing." ”

His demeanor was serious, and he was so deep and earnest.

"You know what I'm talking about, and I know what I'm doing. He said, "If you can come to me...... You, your family, I will be responsible for this life to the end! You can do what you want, what you like to do, everything, I will fully support you!"

"But...... But ......" Leng Yue said sneeringly, "Why do you propose to me?" you know...... It's impossible!"