Shhh, it's a secret...

Maybe I figured it out, this week, my life has returned to calm, and there is nothing to trap me anymore.

It’s just that the two watermelon candies and a page of paper covered with handwriting have not worn out with the passage of time. They lie quietly on the desk under my bed, exuding a unique light under the warm orange light. breath.

I think they are silently telling me that all this is not a dream.

I sat in the classroom listening to Ban Ren's psychological theory, and glanced at the seat next to me, which was still empty.

I don't know which sentence stimulated him. From that day on, this position was vacant, and he didn't attend class for a whole week.

I'm not worried too much, it's just that I'm a little lost without someone who can take care of me. It's ridiculous to ask me, a person who can't take care of himself, to worry about him.

Zhang Xue, who was behind me, patted me, turned her head, and saw her blushing, but couldn't hide the worry in her eyes: "Are you and Shen Xinhe okay?"

I raised my eyebrows: "What?"

I thought to myself, wouldn't everyone know about that little shit, right?

She said: "That day... many people in the class were discussing what was going on!"

"Are you curious too?"

She waved her hand hastily: "No, no. I'm just worried about... you. "

I looked at her shy face and laughed at myself. I never thought that one day, I, the top tyrant in the capital, would be reduced to worry a woman!

I took a deep look at her and said, "Zhang Xue, do you like me?"

"I……"

Before she could say the first word, I interrupted mercilessly: "Don't fall in love with me, because those who fall in love with me will have no good results."

Visible to the naked eye, her face turned pale in an instant, and she couldn't see that she was still flushed before.

She was stunned for a long time, then slowly lowered her head, revealing her fragile and white neck, unconsciously wringing her fingers: "I...I know."

I glanced at the top of her jet-black hair and turned around.

It's not that I didn't hear the choking in her voice, but the person who fell in love with me was destined to be a tragedy, a tragedy that couldn't be more tragic.

Yinyou is a good example, isn't it?

In a tavern half a city away, Shen Xinhe sat alone on the bar counter, shaking the wine glass in his hand, letting the amber liquid emit an intoxicating light under the dim light.

Suddenly, the tavern fell silent, and then, there was a scream breaking through the roof.

The extremely beautiful woman at the door seemed to be used to it, she winked at the screaming man, and came to Shen Xinhe step by step.

She stretched out her hand to snatch his wine glass, a coquettish rose was painted on the back of her white hand, and vermilion Danko was painted on her plump and round fingertips. Qianxi: "Hey, isn't this Young Master Shen? It's really rare~"

Shen Xinhe buried his head in the shadow, and said impatiently, "Get lost!"

"Don't tell me, I'm an intimate sister now. If I leave, someone will cry until dawn! Tell me, tell me something sad to make my sister happy~"

"Ning Xiaomeng!"

"Hey~, I'm here! Don't be so loud, people will be shy~"

Seeing someone's more unhappy expression, Ning Xiaomeng laughed twice, took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to him, tapped the table and said: "You asked me to check, everything that can be found Here it is."

Seeing that he couldn't wait to open it, Ning Xiaomeng coughed, looked at him with doubtful eyes, and said: "Shen Xinhe, it stands to reason that he was entrusted with doing his best, paying the money with one hand, and delivering the goods with the other hand." , I shouldn't take care of superfluous things, but as your cousin, I still want to warn you, some people, it's better to stay away."

Shen Xinhe dismissed her words.

He opened the envelope and quickly went through it. The sentence at the end made him tremble.

He put down the paper tremblingly, looked at the person next to him who was still calm, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's going on?"

Ning Xiaomeng shook her head: "You ask me, I want to ask you! Let me investigate a dead person, I really don't know what you think!"

"I didn't know he was dead!"

Ning Xiaomeng put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at the glistening and flowing liquid inside, and was silent for a long time before speaking.

"Shen Xinhe, I just realized now that you are hopelessly stupid!"

He looked at him fixedly, and said word by word: "Don't tell me, you forgot, the suicide incident that shocked the whole country three years ago!"

Shen Xinhe frowned: "What does that have to do with this!"

Ning Xiaomeng sneered: "Shen Xinhe, Shen Xinhe, don't you understand? Let me remind you again, who was the name of the person who committed suicide?"

Shen Xinhe almost blurted out: "Who doesn't know this, the surname is Yin...name..."

He really couldn't open his mouth for the last word, looking at Ning Xiaomeng who was smiling at Yanyan, his wide-open pupils were filled with disbelief and fear.

For a moment, I forgot all the words.

When Ning Xiao dreamed of him like this, he knew he understood.

"Who is Yin You, do you know now? Don't say that he is dead, even if he is alive, he is an existence that you can't compare to in your whole life. I advise you to give up, just a little boy, what good is there, Later, sister will find you a better looking one!"

Shen Xinhe suddenly felt uneasy, and asked, "What is the relationship between Qiao Zuo and Yin You?"

"What relationship can these two have? Two people who are so different, what else can they have besides being in the same school and being classmates? Besides, who is Yin You? That's all I can find!"

"I always feel that things are not that simple."

"Even if it's not simple, it's okay. Yin You is famous for being cold-hearted. Could it be that you still expect a god to fall in love with a mortal?"

Shen Xin and Wen Yan also thought it was funny, but there was still a trace of strangeness in their hearts: "Then what did you mean by telling me to stay away from him before?"

"My young master, please think about it, okay? Yin You's deskmate, do you think any cat or dog can be his deskmate? He must have a background in the capital, so don't cause trouble!"

"Also, this matter is related to Yin You. Everyone knows that Yin You died that year. It is better to stay away from matters involving him."

"What are you afraid of? Could it be that Yin You can bring the dead back to life?"

Ning Xiaomeng stopped, with a half-smile: "I don't know about this."

At midnight, Ning Xiaomeng returned to the apartment, took a shower, and went to the bedroom.

She took out a photo from a side drawer, stretched out her fingers to stroke the boy with the mole in the corner of his eye, and smiled slightly.

After watching carefully for a long time, I reluctantly put it down, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

In the photo, the boy with the mole of tears turned his head sideways, and kissed reverently the boy who was the same age as him beside him.