The tablemate I have a crush on is a paranoid

After a while, Motoc came to find him, saying that there was a little problem with the order of the auction, and Van Schauf followed him to see it. Because he happened to be in the area of ​​emerging painters, Xia Songyue stood alone. In front of the painting, one of the two paintings under the glass lamp was in a daze.

It was a landscape painting depicting the streets of London at night. In fact, it was very ordinary. It was the street in front of the Academy of Fine Arts, with some buildings around it. The colors were thick and faint, and the colors were not clear, but the lines outlined Very ingeniously, Van Sko found it very interesting that there are some things in this painting that are not on the street scene, such as the bluestone alley, such as the blurred silhouette of people under the street lamp, which makes people look at it at a glance, and it has an intriguing effect. Feelings, this is what Xia Songyue drew when he picked up a brush for the first time after being in a coma for three years in the hospital. It is also the only street scene and architectural painting he has painted in the past five years. In Qingshi Lane, there are no street lights, no figures, and no unnecessary emotions.

His thoughts were flying, when suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, Xia Song's long eyelashes like crow feathers moved slightly, and when he turned around, he saw a handsome and gentle man standing in front of him, with facial features like a knife and an axe, and a scholarly family. The bookish air he cultivated seemed quite dignified. Before he could speak, the man stepped forward and held his thin shoulders with such strength that Xia Songyue couldn't help frowning her pretty brows slightly.

"Xia Songyue, is it really you?" Zhong Zining stared closely at his beautiful and indifferent face with his long and narrow eyes, his voice couldn't help trembling, and his eyes were full of excited and complicated emotions.

As soon as he spoke, Xia Songyue remembered who he was, and he took a step back slightly to break free from his hands, and looked at him politely, "It's me, long time no see, Zhong Zining."

Zhong Zining finally lowered his hands with restraint, his usual gentle and elegant face, which is calm and calm no matter what difficult cases he handles, rarely showed a bit of embarrassment and nervousness, "Did I hurt you just now?"

Xia Songyue shook her head, there was not much emotion on her face, Zhong Zining wanted to ask him where he had been for the past eight years, but before she could speak, Xia Songyue was called away by a tall foreign man , he slightly shook the hands on the sides of his legs, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and looked at Xia Songyue's leaving back very restrainedly.

Originally, he was not interested in this art exhibition, and he came here because his father insisted on him accompanying him, but unexpectedly, he met Xia Songyue here. It took a while before she dared to come up. There was no other reason, because Xia Songyue had really changed a lot. Apart from being taller, her appearance also changed a little bit. The facial features opened a little, but she was silent and indifferent Her temperament is far from the gentle and smiling appearance of her youth, with only alienation and indifference between her brows and eyes, as if she had suddenly become another person.

The art exhibition ended before ten o'clock. Zhong Zining wanted to talk to Xia Songyue all the time, but his father's friend happened to have a legal matter and wanted to ask his opinion. After he finished chatting, he found that Xia Songyue had already After leaving, he took Xia Songyue's contact information that he had finally obtained from the organizer, restrained himself repeatedly, and revised the text repeatedly after careful consideration, before sending Xia Songyue a text message.

Back home at night, Zhou Muyang found that Ji Shixuan still hadn't replied, and the WeChat chat page was still stuck on the sentence he had sent. He was hesitating whether to make a call, but was stopped by Xue Xiaoli. She asked, "Do you think Xia Xiaoli Is it like your first day back, Grandpa?"

Zhou Muyang didn't know why, "Didn't he say that? He came back yesterday."

"So," Xue Xiaoli took his mobile phone out of his hand, and explained to him earnestly, "Master Xia didn't go to Brother Xun immediately after getting off the plane, which means he has his own plans, don't you think , Young Master Xia doesn't seem to want to ask him at all?"

In fact, Zhou Muyang has also thought about this question. Years of thinking habits have made Zhou Muyang feel that since it is a taboo to mention Xia Songyue in front of Ji Shixuan, it should also be a taboo to mention Ji Shixuan in front of Xia Songyue, so he did not speak in front of him this afternoon. Speaking of anything about Ji Shixuan, in fact, Zhou Muyang didn't know much about what happened that year, but when he accompanied Ji Shixuan to the police station to take notes, he heard that Xia Songyue was still feverish when she disappeared, and her mental state was not good enough. It wasn't very bad, but he didn't go into the details about the specific reason. After a little thought, Zhou Muyang still accepted Xue Xiaoli's opinion, and gave up the idea of ​​calling Ji Shixuan.

After all, Ji Shixuan was not a man of iron, he didn't sleep well for several days, and his foot was twisted, so he went to find Xu Liuliu by the way, let him do a hypnosis and sleep, and when he woke up, he saw Zhou Muyang When wechat, it was already the afternoon of the second day, and Zhou Muyang asked him a word on the chat page, Brother Xun, do you actually like Young Master Xia?Ji Shixuan replied without any hesitation.

At this time, Zhou Muyang happened to be teaching a mischievous boy in the class in the office. This boy was unruly and well-known as a bully in the class, but he loved to bully the little girl sitting in front of him the most. Today, because he spilled the little girl's milk and made people cry again, Zhou Muyang couldn't bear it anymore, so he called his parents to come over. As soon as his mother came over, he slapped him on the arm several times. After apologizing, his mother left in a hurry because of work, Zhou Muyang comforted the little girl and let her go back to the classroom first.

The little boy didn't cry, his fists were clenched tightly, and his mouth was drawn into a line. Zhou Muyang looked at him, frowned and asked, "Tell me, why do you have to bully others?"

At first the little boy was stubborn and didn't speak, but then maybe he was wronged, so he let go of his fist and showed it to Zhou Muyang, "I didn't bully her, I just wanted to give her candy."

In his small palm lay a lemon-flavored fruit candy.

Zhou Muyang was stunned for a second, just when the WeChat on the table rang, he turned his head to look subconsciously, and Ji Shixuan's words jumped out on the unlocked screen,

Well, like it for many years.

His thoughts were slightly pulled away from this sentence. The appearance of the little boy in front of him seemed to overlap with that of Ji Shixuan eight years ago. At that time, he and Xia Songyue were inseparable. He disappeared when he met Xia Songyue, in fact, he should have found out a long time ago.

Zhou Muyang asked the little boy to go back. Before leaving, he told him earnestly that if he likes someone, he should like it well and tell her well. The little boy nodded happily and said he remembered it, then ran away. Zhou Muyang sighed slightly, and his eyes swept across When Ji Shixuan sent that WeChat message, his mood suddenly became heavy.

Ji Shixuan's madness and obsession in the past eight years are so strong that he likes more than just the word.

Xia Songyue returned to T city this time, besides wanting to help Van Schön’s painting exhibition, he really had other things to do. He didn’t bring his ID card with him when he ran out from Xia’s house. They were all taken in by Motoc and Van Schau, basically no documents were needed, and this time he came back on Vans Gogh's private plane, although Motoc had already given him a new identity, but He felt that it would be more convenient to always have his own ID card, so he planned to get a replacement one.

Before returning to China, Xia Songyue had already contacted the people at the T city police station, passed on the relevant supporting documents and returned, and came here specially today for verification.

After the information was entered into the computer, the clerk told him that it would take a month to get the ID card. Xia Songyue silently calculated the time in her heart. It seemed that he would have to stay in T City for a while after the exhibition was over.

As usual, Yun Feifan went to the reference room to check the files of missing persons. Every day he started to check the case of Xia Songyue. With a cup of tea in one hand, he typed in Xia Songyue letter by letter in the search box with the other hand. Songyue’s name, and then scrolled down the related page that popped up to read line by line. In fact, it looked the same after so many years, without any change. He quickly scrolled and looked, and saw an updated one at the bottom. He was so excited when he was submitting the materials that he spilled the whole cup of tea on the keyboard, and the policewoman next door immediately yelled,

"Yun Feifan, are you going to die!"

Yun Feifan ignored her, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number while walking outside, Ji Shixuan answered the phone as soon as he reached the door, at the same time, Yun Feifan also saw Xia Songyue standing by the roadside at the entrance of the police station Before he could react, Xia Songyue beckoned a taxi to get on and left.

When Yun Feifan received the phone call, Ji Shixuan was processing documents in the office. His foot injury was almost healed. Hearing Yun Feifan's huge panting sound from the receiver, he frowned slightly, "Yun Feifan, can you give me a call?" You came on the phone just to let me listen to your breath?"

"...Brother Xun," Yun Feifan swallowed his saliva, his tone was a little excited, and his voice was in a trance: "I think I saw my brother, right at the gate of the police station, I..."

Before he finished speaking, there was an extremely ear-piercing shattering sound from the phone, as if something made of glass had been thrown to the ground.

Assistant Yang almost ran in when he heard the sound of glass falling to the ground, but Ji Shixuan rushed out of the office one step faster than him, almost knocking him into the air. He turned half a circle on the spot and saw Ji Shixuan couldn't wait When the elevator came up, he ran up the stairs and left in a hurry, more urgent than reincarnation. He rubbed his old arms and legs that were hurt by the impact, and beckoned an office assistant to clean up the broken glass of the photo frame in Ji Shixuan's office.

After hanging up the phone, Yun Feifan went in and asked the clerk who updated Xia Songyue's information about something, and then squatted at the gate of the police station waiting for Ji Shixuan to arrive. Not long after, he saw Ji Shixuan's car turning quickly from the intersection, and with a ten The thrilling distance stopped before the steps of the police station.