There is a krypton gold boss in the live broadcast room

It was a very strange voice.

At least there is no impression of this voice in the memory.

The other party said in a flat tone: "Our boss just wants to invite Boss Li to his home for a briefing. Don't worry. After everything is explained clearly, we promise to send Boss Li back in one piece."

"Hey, hey, it's too much, I won't even give you a call... Don't, don't, don't throw it away!"

Xiang Cun was stunned for a while, and when he called again after the call was cut off, there was only the cold shutdown prompt tone of the system.

As a law-abiding citizen, Xiang Cun never imagined that such an operation would be possible—isn’t this a scene that only happens in TV dramas and novels? Why does it happen around him?

No one told him that he had to face this kind of thing as an assistant!

But now it's dead of night, and he probably didn't answer the police.

Xiang Cun thought over and over again, and finally sent a text message to the secretary of the boss and his parents. Since the other party declared that they would not do personal harm to the boss, there must be other plans for kidnapping the boss. It is the best policy for Li Dong to solve it.

After a series of events last night, Xiang Cun, who was woken up in the middle of the night, couldn't fall asleep anymore. He swiped his phone aimlessly, but found that there was nothing that interested him at the moment.

His gaze inadvertently passed the laptop behind the lamp on the table, and the brightly colored sticky notes on it were particularly eye-catching.

Ever since Meng Hanchu expressed his intentions for him, he has revealed many private secrets to him intentionally or unintentionally.

In fact, it's not really a secret, it's just some private account.

On the post-it note were Meng Hanchu's account numbers of major social networks, as well as the account numbers and passwords of his salary card. Xiang Cun was shocked when he received it. Later, Meng Hanchu didn't know what reason he used, but in the end he still accepted it. up.

It seems that Meng Hanchu shared his privacy with him very reassuringly, and occasionally asked him to help him log in under any circumstances.

Speaking of which, it has been two or three months since he and Meng Hanchu lived together.

Meng Hanchu came to G City in late May, and now six months have passed, and the weather has gradually changed from midsummer to late autumn.

Coupled with the more than half a year of getting along on the Internet, the two have known each other for more than a year.

Xiang Cun let his thoughts flow in all directions, and a subtle feeling of mystery and mystery spread in his heart.

He rarely spends more than a year with friends he met on the Internet.

Interests can be derived from multiple circles, and hobbies are different, and the circles they belong to are also different.

Every time you join a small group, you will always meet new partners, but that is often time-sensitive.Not everyone can stay in one place for a long time. There will always be a day when the enthusiasm fades for a moment of interest, such as a certain popular work, such as a certain novel and interesting game, or a certain person or something. generated contact.

When you are no longer keen on the same goal, those fragile relationships connected by network cables will eventually fade with time.

The average time Xiangxi has been in a circle is no more than half a year, and the longest time until now he is still paying attention silently.

Thinking of the former friend who is now a stranger, Xiang Cun couldn't help feeling melancholy for a while.

But soon he will also face a new separation.

Xiang Cun swiped his mobile phone and clicked on the game he had devoted more than a year to.

Familiar interface, familiar characters, many new shikigami have been added to the Onmyoji game in the past few months, but with the passage of time, the popularity of the game has dissipated a lot, and even he has gradually lost his enthusiasm.

Soon, his fans should receive news of his escape.

Xiang Cun randomly drew a few talismans, and as usual it was r again, feeling bored, he simply quit the game and clicked on the video website out of habit.

His number of fans is now approaching 15.

As early as several years ago, he started to make videos one after another, but due to the scattered content, insufficient novel themes, and his lack of experience, the popularity has always been mediocre.After going around for two or three years, the number of fans gained is not enough to one-tenth of the current number.

Xiang Cun pulled down the recommendation column for the first time to refresh, and the news of the up masters who followed jumped out one after another. The top one was his friend in the game. Like him, he was also the game anchor of Onmyoji, but the style of the other party was different from his. Far away, it is also a relatively rigorous data party, and most of the videos posted are of the nature of practical strategies.The other party's videos are often very detailed, and this time point is not suitable for paying attention to them. Xiang Cunbian only marked one to watch later, and put the video on the list first.

Further down is a video of a pet blogger he followed, which was short and short, no longer than the time of a song, but it was very suitable for adjusting the mood.

Xiang Cun sat up straight and raised his hand to turn on the bedside lamp. When the soft orange light hit his body, a bunch of white fluff also appeared in his line of sight.

——It seems that Uncle Cat came to pamper him again in the middle of the night.

The soft white long hair is visually enriched by being dyed the color of the desk lamp. The smooth and silky fur seems to be inlaid with a gold border, which looks warm.

Just staring at its sleeping face in this way, the thread of thoughts suddenly hung on its shit-shoveling officer, thinking of the days and stories we had spent together for many days, Xiang Cun raised the corner of his mouth with a smile.

Then he closed the cat tablet he had just opened, and continued to swipe down. An unexpected name reappeared, and Xiang Cun's smile froze instantly, and an unbelievable expression appeared in Xiang Cun's eyes.

When was the last time this name appeared in his feed?

three years?four years?Or five years...or even longer?

It's been so long that he can't remember clearly.

Xiang Cun calmly put away his smile, and calmly opened the latest video of the other party.

Although his heart is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface.

This is a cover video.

With the flow of the music, Xiang Cun's mixed emotions are like a huge jigsaw puzzle, and they start to be pieced together at an extremely fast speed, one is a statistical bar graph, the other is a line graph; the other is a quiet wave, After a while, there will be ripples.

The more vivid the emotion, the more serene and indifferent the expression on the face.

The song quickly entered a small climax and tide——

"Because I just met you, leaving footprints is beautiful."

"The wind blows the flowers and tears like rain, because I don't want to be separated."

This song is a cover of "I Just Met You". The other party's voice is already gentle, and the style is more tender than the original song.

It seems to be love language.

The person who has been looking forward to it for many years finally returns, but the mood is not as ecstatic as imagined. In addition to joy, there is more sadness.

The time spent indulging in a song is often loaded with a short memory.

And if you like someone, no matter what kind of meaning you like, you will always pay attention to it, and you will accumulate more.Memories are so full that they are about to overflow.

The song that has been repeated several times has come to an end again——

"If we meet again, I think I will remember you."

"Thank you friends who have been waiting, watch, I am back. I am really grateful."

At the end of the song is the other party's monologue, which is warm and lingering.

The voice was very familiar, and Xiang Cun immediately connected the voice with the picture conceived in his mind.

A thought that made him doubtful but unbelievable jumped out.

Will it be him?

The author has something to say:

I have been staying in the studio for the past few days, and cannot update because there is no internet, but it has been resolved now.

Drawing nine hours a day is really annoying

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