Never leave the city that never sleeps

【Chapter 12 Phantom of Time】

Hearing the pattering rain outside the window, Li Shizhen couldn't help but frown worriedly.Just half an hour ago, she found that Writer Jin's cell phone was disconnected.

If Writer Kim doesn't come back in a while, why don't you try calling Moon Jung Hee?

Just when Shizhen was hesitating, the cell phone rang suddenly, and it was Wen Zhenxi calling.

"Shizhen, Writer Jin is not feeling well, so I won't be going back to the gallery tonight." Wen Zhenxi's calm voice came, and there seemed to be a hint of tiredness.

"Is Writer Jin okay? Is he sick?" Li Shizhen asked in surprise, but the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

"Uh, Writer Jin..." Wen Zhenxi faltered, and then replied to the exaggerated mouth movements of Writer Jin beside him: "Ah, she is drunk

It is. ”

"Oh I got it!"

On the phone, Li Shizhen's voice suddenly rose an octave, which surprised Wen Zhenxi, who was already guilty, and almost dropped the phone in his hand, making Writer Jin beside him laugh foolishly.

"Then I'll ask the head of the office to take care of her tonight, so go to bed early..."

Li Shizhen hung up the phone in a timely manner, then sat on the sofa comfortably, with a gleam in his eyes.

Writer Jin, who has a good drinker, is actually drunk...

For some reason, Shizhen suddenly remembered that the representative had accumulated food because of half a sandwich, and couldn't help but aroused lovesickness, and immediately dialed

Got that familiar phone call.

Suddenly, the breath of longing spread in the air, cut off the torrential rain outside the window, and flowed in Li Shizhen's heart.

The moonlight was beautiful yesterday, I miss you.

The moon did not come tonight, I miss you.

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On the other side, Wen Zhenxi put down the phone with a blushing face, looked at the smirking Writer Jin in front of her, and curled her lips unconsciously.

"Writer Jin, tell yourself, what did you eat tonight?"

"I ate a piece of tiramisu and drank lemonade." Writer Kim blinked with a smile. She knew that Wen Zhenxi was implying that she was lying about being drunk, so she deliberately reached out and touched her forehead.

"Oh, I'm really dizzy, maybe there is some kind of chemical reaction between the tiramisu and the lemonade?"

Wen Zhenxi glanced helplessly at Writer Kim, and then began to urge Writer Kim, who had just drenched in the rain, to take a bath. Unexpectedly, Writer Jin insisted that Wen Zhenxi take a bath first, and claimed that he was in excellent health and often took cold baths.

Wen Zhenxi found that he couldn't beat Writer Jin at all, so he had to agree, then found his spare pajamas in the closet, and handed it to Writer Jin.

"Then you can change into my clothes first, and remember to dry your hair."

Writer Jin took the pajamas with a smile on his face, looked at the single bed in the bedroom, and the obvious signs that no man had lived there, couldn't help asking.

"Then, have you and Han Yaomin slept separately?"

Wen Zhenxi nodded noncommittally, then turned and walked towards the bathroom, unwilling to explain too much about this topic.As much as she can feel it, Writer Kim seems to care deeply about this topic.

However, everything is a foregone conclusion, how can it be explained?

It wasn't until Wen Zhenxi's thin back disappeared in front of his eyes that Writer Jin turned his head away, almost unable to restrain the tears rolling in his eyes.

Is this how I looked at the back of this woman 17 years ago?

It turns out that the wasted time of a long time is nothing but the thinness of a person's back after all.

This is the first time that Writer Kim observed Moon Jung Hee's life so closely. Looking at the neat and elegant bedroom, Writer Kim felt his chest

Mouth warms up.

You see, there are always some beautiful things that are so small that they are almost insignificant, so that I am willing to bear the suffering of this long chase.

Writer Kim tiptoed to Wen Zhenxi's bedside, changed into Wen Zhenxi's pajamas, and felt the heartbeat surrounded by Wen Zhenxi's breath.

If the marriage between Wen Zhenxi and Han Yaomin is useless, then can I tell her openly?

Wen Zhenxi must have never known what was on his mind 17 years ago, so why should he bring up the past again?

However, if he chooses to confess rashly like this, will it scare Wen Zhenxi?

After all, she looks so serious and traditional...

It seems that I should find an opportunity to ask Shizhen in private.

Writer Jin lay leisurely on Wen Zhenxi's bed, constantly trying to figure out Wen Zhenxi's mood in his mind, and before he knew it, boundless sleepiness struck...

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Wen Zhenxi took a quick shower, and then came out to call Writer Jin to take a bath, but unexpectedly saw Writer Jin lying on the bed, already asleep

Sweet, even with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

How can this woman always look like a child who can't grow up.

Wen Zhenxi smiled, walked slowly to Writer Jin's side, patted her shoulder gently, and asked in a low voice.

"Are you asleep? Do you want to take a hot bath?"

The only response to her was Writer Jin's steady breathing.

Wen Zhenxi sat quietly beside Writer Kim, staring at her face, unconsciously recalling the hug in the rain just now in her mind.

The heavy rain blurred the vision, Wen Zhenxi stood there holding an umbrella, letting Writer Jin who suddenly rushed up hugged him tightly.

The self who was still shivering in the wind and rain a second ago clearly felt the warmth in his chest.

This feeling is strange and familiar.

She probably understood why Writer Jin was suddenly angry, but she couldn't give any explanation for it.Just like at this moment, Wen Zhenxi can only be quiet

Looking at Writer Jin's face carefully, he let out a slight sigh.

Writer Kim, why did you show up until now?

"Have you ever heard a saying that every woman has a switch in her heart, which will be turned on when she meets someone she likes. It's just that after the age of 30, that switch begins to gradually fail..."

Wen Zhenxi murmured softly, but couldn't help it after all, stretched out her hand and gently caressed Writer Jin's face.

Writer Jin's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he just turned around slightly and continued to fall asleep deeply.

"Maybe this sentence is right, what do you think?"

Wen Zhenxi raised a wry smile at the corner of her mouth, she silently withdrew her fingers resting on Writer Jin's face, and sighed in an inaudible voice.

"You know? Every time I see you, I always think of someone."

The memory flowed back to the past in this way, and Wen Zhenxi seemed to return to that sunny afternoon.At that time, she was sitting in the stands bored

Looking at the hustle and bustle of the playground not far away.

This is the case in the school sports meeting every year, and Wen Zhenxi will always act as a spectator.

Suddenly, a tall figure fell on the track and field track, and the surrounding crowd let out an exclamation, and then many students thought

Surrounded him, staring at the fainted boy and talking about it.

At this time, a thin figure suddenly appeared in Wen Zhenxi's sight.

I saw her anxiously leaning over to pat the boy's shoulders, and at the same time reaching out to check his breathing, she seemed to be shouting with difficulty.

What, his face turned red.

So some people in the crowd started to take out their mobile phones to make calls, and some gradually dispersed until the school doctor arrived and carried the boy away.

Wen Zhenxi kept staring at that thin figure, and gradually noticed a trace of strange familiarity.

It turned out to be her—

That one often appeared behind me, but whenever I turned my head, I would immediately shift my gaze, so that I never took the initiative to talk to myself.

The girl who has spoken.

Wen Zhenxi smiled slightly, looking at the figure standing by the runway with great interest, but the other party suddenly turned around and hurried away

The.

Like a ghost, Wen Zhenxi unknowingly followed her...

Wen Zhenxi followed that figure to the back of the equipment room, and from a distance not too far away, looked at the man who suddenly crouched in the corner and opened his eyes.

She began to sob.

Wen Zhenxi will never forget that sunny afternoon, and that thin and trembling back.

It's a pity that at that time, I didn't even think about keeping this figure, so even her name was removed after she disappeared.

Learned from the mouth of the students.

It was only later that Wen Zhenxi realized that there are no coincidences in this world, and the figure that I can see every time I look back, probably, was caused by my own.

Hindsight failed.

Wen Zhenxi sighed slightly, looking at Writer Jin who was still sleeping soundly in front of him, a trace of apology appeared on his face.

"Writer Jin, I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry, until now, she is still in my dreams;

I'm sorry that this is the end of the matter, my life is beyond my control.

Writer Jin, who was sleeping soundly, did not know what he had encountered in his dream, but at this moment he was frowning tightly, his face was covered with tears.

Wen Zhenxi hurriedly wiped away the tears for Writer Jin with a tissue, and then quietly held Writer Jin's hand, a trace of determination and reluctance flashed in his eyes.

If it wasn't for the photo of Xu Yijing and Li Shizhen in front of Li Shizhen's computer;

If it wasn't for witnessing Li Shizhen's desperate desire to protect Xu Yijing who is obviously stronger.

I'm afraid Wen Zhenxi will never look directly at her feelings for that figure.

For the dignity of the family, she almost gave up everything.

Then when everything was a foregone conclusion, she suddenly and crazily realized that she had always been in love with that figure.

Later, the appearance of writer Jin caused many ripples in Wen Zhenxi's long-frozen heart, but she was already Han Yaomin's wife.

This is a contract marriage, and Han Yaomin will never allow himself to withdraw from this agreement easily.

If he persisted, he might only drag Writer Jin down.

Wen Zhenxi stretched out her fingers, fondly and softly stroking Writer Kim's hair, the emotions that had been squeezed for 17 years seemed to explode in an instant

Suddenly, the surrounding air seemed to be stagnant in the chest, and Wen Zhenxi could barely breathe under the pressure.

"Good night, Writer Jin."

Wen Zhenxi said cautiously in Writer Jin's ear, and when the other party didn't respond, trembling, he approached little by little.

With...

The scene at the party 17 years ago seems to have passed through the barrier of time, overlapping with the light and shadow at this moment.

The trembling lips touched a trace of cold warmth, and after enjoying the softness for a moment, they immediately bounced away like an electric shock.

A drop of crystal tears fell on the face of the person who seemed to be asleep, and was wiped away by the other party with pale fingers.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid that I'm not qualified to walk into your life...