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The man looked like a mourning old raven.

He was sitting on the sofa at the door, wearing a black suit, only the collar of the inner shirt was white.It's just that there are small pieces of muddy yellow rubbed on the white, and spots of maroon, as if mixed with muddy water and stained with residual blood, it's unbearably marinated.

His head was lowered, his hands were flat on his knees, and he stood there motionless and silent.It's not like coming to a class reunion, but like coming to someone's funeral.

This was a rare class reunion a year after Yu Bingwen's death, and Luo Youning also went.

He couldn't explain why he wanted to come, usually Yu Bingwen would go to this kind of gathering on his behalf, but this time he came by himself.

It was rare for the classmates in the class to catch him, and the red wine and white wine were toasted in turn.He was able to refuse a few drinks at the beginning, but he couldn't hold back his classmates who came forward.He hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls of food, but his stomach was already filled with wine, and he was so drunk that his eyes were dull.

Qiao Jing, who was still late, blocked the last few drinks for him: "Enough, he can't drink any more."

"Why do you always love and protect Luo Youning?" The deputy squad leader had already been drunk a lot, and he swayed when he walked, but he still wanted to drink even if he died.This time people missed the toast, so they were immediately unhappy, "It was Yu Bingwen before, and now it's you again. He is no longer a two- or three-year-old kid. This guy is more ruthless in fights than anyone else. There are people in the class Which man hasn't been beaten by him? Why are you still protecting him like an old hen?"

Qiao Jing squinted at Luo Youning, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes tightly closed, and her voice was as low as a sleepy whisper in this noisy place, "Bingwen is dead."

The deputy squad leader was stunned. Although he was drunk, he still had some sanity. He suddenly realized something and suddenly woke up.He opened his mouth to speak, but facing Qiao Jing's icy face, he didn't dare to say anything more, he could only turn back his outstretched hand, raised his head with the wine glass and took a few sips before reaching out. Patted Qiao Jing's shoulder, sighed, turned and left.

The dining table in the living room is very lively, making the sofa in the corner even more deserted.

Luo Youning lay crooked, with half of the buttons on his collar undone.The fair skin turned red, like red plums crushed in the snow, the wet and warm lips were flaring, and the panting was soft.

Qiao Jing bent her long legs and sat down beside him, like a taciturn knight.

Luo Youning slightly opened his eyes: "Qiao Jing."

Qiao Jing looked down at him.

Luo Youning frowned, and there was steam in Wuqi's eyes: "Why did you come here?"

Qiao Jing spoke to him in a low voice: "We have an impromptu meeting."

Luo Youning had no choice but to respond.He seemed to be falling asleep again, but from the corner of his eye, he looked across the noisy dining room and looked directly at the door: "Qiao Jing, did you see anyone when you came in just now?"

Qiao Jing didn't quite understand what he meant: "Who?"

"Look," Luo Youning reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes suddenly, his fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white: "Is there someone sitting on the sofa by the door?"

Qiao Jing looked in the direction he indicated, the heavy wooden door was half open, and only the waiter came in and out with plates: "No one, you read wrong."

Luo Youning frowned tightly, opened and closed her wet lips, and her voice was soft as if she was talking to herself: "I've been seeing him a lot lately."

Qiao Jing lowered her head, but she could hear what he said clearly when she got close: "You are just dreaming."

Luo Youning ignored him, he closed and opened his eyes again, his eyes paused for a moment on Qiao Jing's face, and then he murmured: "It's been so long for the first seven days, how did he know to come back."

Qiao Jing didn't correct him again, but stretched out her hand to gently straighten his wrinkled neckline.

Luo Youning supported his forehead and struggled to sit up from the sofa: "I'll go outside to get some fresh air." He drank so drunk that his butt slipped and almost rolled off the sofa to the ground, but it was Qiao Jing who stretched out his hand to support him, He barely sat up straight.

Qiao Jing smelled the smell of alcohol all over his body: "I'll accompany you, we'll go back directly later."

"I can do it myself," Luo Youning struggled to shake off his hand, and stood up unsteadily, "Go talk to them and leave me alone."

Qiao Jing got up to help him, but he shook her hand away forcefully.Luo Youning took a few steps forward, his steps were steady, and he seemed to be more energetic: "I can do it myself, I don't need you."

He muttered something, walked extremely fast, flustered as if he was escaping from something, and disappeared outside the door in a blink of an eye.

Just as Qiao Jing wanted to catch up, she was entangled by some other drunken classmates.

He took the drink and clinked the glasses copiously.After drinking a glass of wine, he couldn't help but glanced at the door, and when he looked away, he suddenly froze in place.At the end of his sight, this time he also saw——

There was a man standing by the door.

He was all in black, and he looked like an old raven coming to announce the funeral.