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Wen Yun is in a good mood.Tired is a bit tired, but the activity went smoothly, and I applied for two days off, which means that tomorrow I can ignore everything and sleep well all day.

It rained for so long in autumn, but after the clearing of the sky, the urban area quickly returned to its original appearance. The roads and sidewalks were dry, and the underpass tunnel that was seriously stagnant was quickly dredged.However, there are many dirt roads in the surrounding resort areas, and the thin mud is not so easy to be dried. It is easy to say that "the air is fresh, the soil is fragrant, and there is natural wildness everywhere." One foot and one body covered in mud."

Several routes in Wen Yun’s hands include mountaineering events. In the morning, he wore a jacket and sweatpants to go out. He wore a pair of black and gray sneakers. , I don’t know how long to brush when I go back.

When driving before, because he was worried about making the field car too dirty, he put on two shoe covers on purpose. It can be seen that the shoes were covered in mud and could not be seen.

Standing on the side of the road, Wen Yun hesitated for a while. He was too tired to take the bus, but if he took a taxi, his car would definitely be dirty.

When he was in the "Zhongcheng Times", he was rejected once.It was midsummer and there was a sudden torrential rain, so he was sent to the most critical section of the river.The scene was extremely chaotic, and raincoats and umbrellas were useless.He was completely soaked, his face and most of his body were even covered with mud.The field car stopped for a while before it was flooded and turned off. The editorial department was anxiously waiting for his manuscript. He had to go back immediately, but he rushed to the area where the water was not deep and stopped the car. All taxis refused to take him. A fire truck picked him up.

Today's situation is definitely better than that day, but if you meet a driver who is particularly clean, you may still be unwilling to drive.

He thought, then wait for one minute, and if the first taxi that arrives refuses to take him, he will take the bus back.

Half a minute later, the taxi didn't come, but a Land Rover with no trace of plaster on its body stopped steadily.

This intersection is not a parking area, and the default is to stop and go. Generally, only taxis stop to pick up and drop off passengers, and private cars are rarely parked here.

Wen Yun took two steps back and was overjoyed when he saw a taxi driving in front of him. He was about to raise his hand to greet him when the door on the driver's side of the Land Rover suddenly opened.

A man in a dark gray suit got out of the car and closed the door sideways.

When he turned around, Wen Yun's raised hand was stuck in the air.

Xun Musheng bypassed the front of the car and walked up to Wenyun, "Get off work?"

Wen Yun was exhausted, his mind was dazed for a moment, he stared vigilantly at the man who appeared suddenly, he opened his mouth, but he only uttered "you" in a weak voice.

Xun Musheng swept the other party's mud-splattered trousers and sneakers, frowned slightly, and immediately opened the passenger's door, "Get in the car first."

Naturally, it was impossible for Wen Yun to get in the car, so he took another step back and finally recovered from the shock, "Mr. Xun, what's the matter with you?"

"You've just finished your work, so you haven't eaten yet." Xun Musheng didn't approach, holding the car door with his right hand, "I'll take you to dinner."

Wen Yun's eyelids twitched, he couldn't figure out what this person wanted to do, so he said with an excuse: "I've already eaten."

"Can glutinous rice balls with green peppers be called dinner?" Xun Musheng said.

Wen Yun's scalp felt numb, and his whole body felt cold, "You just..."

"Not just now." The corners of Xun Musheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was a sneer or a wry smile, "I will follow you this week."

Wen Yun is not good at arguing with others, but a fire gradually rose in his chest, and the unhappiness rushed to every corner of his body along with the fire.

He frowned, and his tone sank: "Mr. Xun, last time I was at Yunzhou Villa, I made it very clear - to me, you are just a stranger."

Xun Musheng listened in silence, his half-closed eyes became darker and darker.

Another taxi came, Wen Yun said: "Please don't follow me anymore."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand towards the taxi.

The taxi pulled over with the lights on, and Wen Yun was about to walk over when his right wrist was grabbed.

He instinctively grabbed it, but Xun Musheng held on tighter.

He was anxious: "Let me go!"

Xun Musheng: "Don't let it go."

The taxi driver stretched his neck to have a look, stepped on the gas pedal, and walked away.

Wen Yun stared at Xun Musheng in disbelief, and pushed hard, finally his voice became a little angry: "Mr. Xun, what the hell are you trying to do!"

"Don't you understand?" Xun Musheng was pushed back staggeringly, but he never let go of Wen Yun, and even took advantage of the trend to pull Wen Yun even tighter.

When their chests collided, Wen Yun became even angrier, but he didn't want to yell on the street, "Mr. Xun, please be reasonable!"

"Reasonable? What kind of reasoning?" Xun Musheng looked straight into his eyes: "I have liked you for 13 years, and I finally saw you again, but I have to restrain myself and keep a distance from you—is this reasoning?"

"I don't know you at all!" Wen Yun panicked after being stared at, "You've got the wrong person!"

"I didn't!" Xun Musheng's eyes suddenly became fierce as if he had been poked into a sore spot, "You are Wen Yun!"

Wen Yun was stunned, and obviously wanted to refute, but when he met that fiery gaze, he forgot what to say.

Few people talk to him like this—in the past, his colleagues in the "Midtown Times" treated him with politeness or alienation, but now the colleagues in the new media department are more and more indifferent. It's also very difficult...

But it seems that he has never met someone as aggressive as Xun Musheng before.

The fire in Xun Musheng's eyes was like a scorching hand that could barely strangle him by the throat.

Half a minute later, he came back to his senses and said solemnly: "Even if you didn't recognize the wrong person, even if we did meet before, it was more than ten years ago. I really don't remember you!"

"But I remember you!"

Wen Yun had a headache for a while: "So what?"

"So what?" A hint of danger flashed across Xun Musheng's eyes, "I will never let you leave me again."

Wen Yun's mind was buzzing, facing the lunatic, he seemed to gradually lose control, and said dumbly: "I said, I have a lover..."

"But he's gone." Xun Musheng said softly.

The wind whistled, and the piercing vibration exploded in the night.

A speeding Porsche collided with a turning truck, the siren of the ambulance blared rapidly, and there was a lot of people's voices. Many people rushed to the accident site. Yuhong Road was seriously blocked. Divert traffic.

Compared with the liveliness at the other end of the road, this corner of the Land Rover seems to be forgotten.

Time was stretched here, the air flowed extremely slowly, the corners of Wen Yun's lips moved, his eyes gradually lost their warmth, and they stabbed coldly at Xun Musheng.

Xun Musheng seemed to know that he would have such a reaction, he was neither surprised nor angry, nor flinched, and repeated: "But he is no longer here."

This sound is a hundred times gentler than before.

Wen Yun shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "No..."

"If he's still here." Xun Musheng said slowly, "Why have you been so lonely for the past eight years?"

Wen Yun took a deep breath, and he could see the rise and fall of his chest through the jacket.

"The old man you took care of is the old man who gave you a lot of help when you were young, not your grandfather, right?" Xun Musheng continued: "You took care of him until the end of his life, and have been living alone since then. If you said The 'he' is still there, why doesn't he show up?"

Wen Yun covered half of his face and shook his head stubbornly.

"He's gone." Xun Musheng said harshly, "Even if you miss him any more, he won't come back!"

Wen Yun suddenly threw away his hand and walked forward in a daze.Xun Musheng strode to catch up, grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side of the car.

Not far away, the flow of traffic merged into a flowing light, and the wounded were carried into the ambulance, but the spectators still did not disperse.

Wen Yun's feet were floating, and the exhaustion that had lasted for half a month was like a sea tide, rumbling and crashing the embankment on the shore.When Xun Musheng pushed him into the car, he was still struggling, but he couldn't exert much strength in his limbs, it seemed futile, and he seemed eager to refuse.

The man who was holding him was taller than him, and stronger than him. He squeezed his arms tightly with both hands, regardless of his struggle, and insisted on pushing him into the car until the back of his head hit the roof of the car lightly. After a while, there was a muffled sound, and the funny pushing and shoving stopped.

"I'm sorry." Xun Musheng panicked suddenly: "Does it hurt? Show me, my attack doesn't matter..."

"Get out of the way." Wen Yun supported the car body to stand firm, "Mr. Xun, please don't do this."

Xun Musheng felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and a voice in his heart scolded: What are you doing!

Tonight, he just wanted to meet Wen Yun, treat Wen Yun to dinner as a friend, and develop gradually in the future.He didn't want to force Wen Yun, and he didn't want to mention that unknown person.If Wenyun was still on guard and didn't want to have dinner together, he just sent Wenyun back, and the reason had already been figured out - it's not easy to take a taxi on Sunday night, and I happened to be passing by Lian'an Community, and I will give you a ride .

He is no longer a young man who is in love, even if he can't be as hypocritical and personable as he is with other people, he won't lose control of his emotions and talk nonsense.

But from the moment he got out of the car, he gradually lost control of himself.

How is it enough to meet each other?

How can a meal be enough?

How can step by step be enough?

I can't wait to rob Wenyun immediately, and get back all the lost 13 years.

But Wenyun didn't even want to get in the car, he was so tired that his eyes didn't matter, and wrapped in dirty clothes, he would rather hire a taxi than take his car, and he wanted to emphasize what "stranger" and "don't remember" ", what "has a lover".

That person is already dead!

Wen Yun stabbed him in the heart with a dead person, he pulled out the knife pierced into the flesh and blood, and stabbed Wen Yun's heart with his backhand.

— "But he's gone."

Knowing that it would hurt Wen Yun, she still said it, not only said it, but also repeated it!

If Wen Yun hadn't bumped his head, he didn't know what he would do next.

Wen Yun's cold voice woke him up, like scolding someone who had nothing to do with him.

A few seconds later, he tried to hold Wen Yun's hand again, but Wen Yun flung it away with a dull sadness in his eyes.

But that sorrow seems to be very calm, like a thin stream of water, which can no longer make a stormy wave.

"You are right, he is no longer here." Wen Yun said indifferently: "But what does it have to do with you!"