Never leave the city that never sleeps

I don't know how many times he hesitated, but Writer Kim finally decided to hack Wen Zhenxi's home computer.

Xu Yijing specifically allowed her not to participate in this event, but if she didn't figure out Wen Zhenxi's role in the current situation, Writer Jin still couldn't feel at ease after all.

Fast forward 17 years, and even the figure that I would think of when I dreamed back at midnight has begun to become blurred.But my will and soul were doubly sank the moment I saw you.

"Writer Jin, is this your real name?"

Of course not, but how should I tell you, I didn't even say a word to you back then, how could you remember my name...

Wen Zhenxi, is this an inescapable fate?

While typing the code quickly, Writer Jin kept recalling the past bits and pieces, those humble and detritus times at his aunt’s house, the encounters after coming to Japan, and the long-awaited reunion in Korea...

Probably Writer Kim has always taken care of Shizhen because he can always vaguely see his past self in him.

The mother who had never met, the father who drowned in an accident, the indifferent and alienated aunt's family...

That's why I was oppressed by fear, and I hardly spoke aloud, so I read desperately, even if I had to face the empty space on weekends.

dormitory and classrooms, and I don’t want to go back to that home.

That's why I met Wen Zhenxi, who was also unwilling to go home, and was tied down by that thin figure for 17 years.

Writer Kim still remembers the scene when Wen Zhenxi's parents came to school together.

He was very straight, but his eyes did not have the brilliance of the past.

It was at the school's annual commendation meeting, and Wen Zhenxi's name appeared at the top of the list, but the expression on her face made Writer Jin understand that

She might rather wander around the campus, look at the sky, look at the flowers.

Instead of being here, accept the thumbs up and the lights.

That day was the first time that Writer Jin felt that maybe he could walk by her side instead of being so far away.

But inferiority and shyness always exist, so she just followed Wen Zhenxi's steps again and again, until the mother who almost lost her voice suddenly appeared and said that she would take her to live in Japan.

Writer Kim agreed almost without hesitation. She has no attachment to South Korea, except Moon Jung Hee who has never spoken to her.

After coming to Japan, Writer Kim changed his name and began to work hard to integrate into the group like all normal students. He even fell in love with programming fanatically, and was finally appreciated by the former president Xu. After graduation, he became an employee of Japan and South Korea Finance .

Seeing Xu Xiufeng raising Xu Yijing in an almost harsh way, she couldn't help but think about Wen Zhenxi's childhood, what would it be like?

Later, Writer Jin began to become more and more eloquent, as if he wanted to pour out all the expressions that were lacking in childhood, but at the same time, the door to his heart was tightly closed.

She felt as if she had put on a mask, cutting the past out of her life.

Only that thin figure has become a bridge connecting the past and the future.

Writer Jin sighed slightly, and copied and analyzed all suspicious files in Wen Zhenxi's home computer.

Judging from the document records, there is no direct connection between Wen Zhenxi and Jiang Shenghao, so does this mean that Wen Zhenxi did not know about the comparison?

Suddenly, Writer Kim found another hidden folder inside a seemingly inconspicuous folder.In an instant, Writer Jin panicked.

Do you want to open it?

If the content in the folder is evidence of the collusion between Wen Zhenxi and Jiang Shenghao, what should I do?

Are we going to stop Moon Jung Hee like Se Jin desperately stopped Seo Yi Kyung?

Just when Writer Jin was hesitating, the phone screen suddenly lit up.

It turned out to be Wen Zhenxi's text message.

"Writer Jin, do you think you won't leave any traces if you remotely attack other people's computers?"

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Half an hour ago, Wen Zhenxi had just returned home from get off work, facing the empty living room, walked into her bedroom expressionlessly.

Han Yaomin's bedroom is opposite Wen Zhenxi's bedroom, but he comes back very late every day, and Wen Zhenxi never cared about it.

With a little lethargy, she turned on the computer in the bedroom, and then keenly noticed something strange.

It's still a familiar intrusion method...

For some reason, when the image of Writer Kim suddenly appeared in his mind, Wen Zhenxi's heart was actually faintly...excited.

But in the end, rationality prevailed. She wondered why Writer Kim would suddenly invade her computer, and when she thought of the existence of that hidden folder, she was immediately surrounded by sullenness and anger.

That was her secret and her bottom line.

That old photo from 17 years ago was the only thing left to him by that thin figure.

Wen Zhenxi never mentioned it to anyone, and never allowed anyone to touch it.

So she quickly turned on the protection, edited a text message, and sent it to Writer Jin who was far away in Japan.

While she was waiting for Writer Jin's reply, there was a dull knock on the door, and Wen Zhenxi stood up with a hint of impatience in her expression.

Sure enough, it was Han Yaomin, with that perpetual smile on his face.

"Zhenxi, there is a gathering of colleagues on the weekend, why don't you go with me?" Han Yaomin smiled apologetically, looking at Wen Zhenxi with gentleness, and there was a trace of exhaustion in his voice that could not be concealed.

"I have to work overtime on weekends, so go by yourself." Wen Zhenxi said, and wanted to close the bedroom door, but Han Yaomin blocked it with his hand.

"Wen Zhenxi, you seem to be about to forget our agreement recently." Han Yaomin frowned and said softly, then snorted softly, turned and left.

Wenzhen happily looked at Han Yaomin's leaving figure, and her memory was brought back to the past bit by bit.

The moment the bedroom door was closed, a overwhelming sense of powerlessness suddenly surged into her heart. Wen Zhenxi leaned against the cold bedroom door and remained silent for a long time.

Will this kind of life last forever?

But... everything is your own choice, isn't it?

From the time I can remember, the most my parents have said to me is to maintain the dignity of the family.

Therefore, for the dignity of the family, if Wen Zhenxi's ranking is not the first, the parents will never attend the school's parent meeting, and the young

As a young child, she had to deal with the constant questioning teacher by herself.

Therefore, for the dignity of the family, Wen Zhenxi, who likes photography, had to choose financial management, but his father still handed over the company to his younger brother to take care of it, and he was urged by his parents to get married.

The dignity of the family, the bloody dignity...

I remember that at her father's funeral, Wen Zhenxi didn't shed a single tear. It wasn't until after all the guests had left that she suddenly realized——

It was impossible to start over with my own life.

It is he who surrendered, and he gave up.

So Wen Zhenxi burst into tears suddenly, frightened Han Yaomin who was kneeling behind her at that time, he wanted to reach out to hug her, but Wen Zhenxi sternly refused.

"Han Yaomin, you are also a coward."

"Wen Zhenxi, don't forget our agreement!"

The pictures and sounds of the past overlapped, and Wen Zhenxi came back from the memories. She coughed a few times, then straightened her back and turned to the computer.

walk to the table.

But I couldn't help thinking of Writer Jin in my mind. She remembered that she took herself to play games that day, and every time she got excited, she reached out and patted herself on the shoulder vigorously.

Wen Zhenxi, who hated physical contact, actually began to choose to acquiesce, and was even affected by her emotions.

"Ah! It's not fun! Wait until the next time I will take you to kill the BOSS!" Writer Jin was bluffing at the time, completely forgetting that he had decided not to return to Korea.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhenxi couldn't help but smile, and took advantage of the opportunity to see the text message that Writer Jin replied.

"Sorry, I won't hack into your computer again in the future."

Wen Zhenxi was taken aback for a moment, and after clicking on the hidden folder, she saw that thin and cowardly figure again.

Where have you been all these years?

After the club meeting that day, you seemed to have evaporated, completely disappearing from my world.like you come out without a sound

Now, unknowingly occupied my heart.

And I don't even have a chance to say goodbye to you in person.

So, Writer Kim, should you have seen this picture too?

It's a pity that she is not you, but it is a pity that you are not her.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Zhenxi chose to reply to Writer Jin's text message.

"Will you keep your promise, Writer Jin?"

What Wen Zhenxi didn't know was that after receiving her text message, Writer Jin voluntarily withdrew from the invasion, otherwise if she opened the folder, she would have seen it immediately.

After all, that was my youthful self 17 years ago.

After receiving Wen Zhenxi's text message, Writer Jin felt extremely anxious at the moment. She could feel the displeasure in Wen Zhenxi's tone, and she was even more afraid that she would lose the right to be friends with her from now on.

The waiting time seems so long at this moment.

In the darkness, the phone screen suddenly lit up.

"Will you keep your promise, Writer Jin?"

"Yes, I will never hack into your computer again."

"Then, when are we going to kill the BOSS together?"

"..."

In the tall building surrounded by darkness and silence, there was a sharp and exaggerated scream suddenly.

Before Zhuo had time to react, he heard a hasty and rough knock on the door, and Writer Jin's deafening shout.

"Zhuo, let's go to Korea together tomorrow!"

Zhuo opened the door with a look of horror, but there was no one outside.