He walks the career path in Shurachang

Jinlingyuan is one of the best high-end villa areas in the urban area, with a quiet and elegant environment, with a pavilion in three steps and a lake in five steps.

The green plants all over hide the villas under the shade of greenery, and the privacy is excellent. Looking down from the sky, the houses are like pearls connected by artificial lakes, blooming among the greenery.

Shang Heng hurried to this villa that he hadn't lived in many times since he bought it, and he didn't know what day it was, it seemed that the wiring was being repaired nearby, except for the emergency light at the door, all the street lights in the garden were turned off.

There were a few indistinct shouts from a distance, as if carrying a backup power supply.

It was dark all around, only the moonlight dimly illuminated the winding path in the small garden.

The surroundings were quiet and silent, and Shang Heng's hasty footsteps were extraordinarily crisp.

When I came to my door, two street lamps that had lost their lives stood alone at the door, empty.

Shang Heng frowned, Rong Zhi didn't wait for him, did he hurry or was late?

He just took out his mobile phone to make a call, when there was a sound of light footsteps from behind, Shang Heng suddenly turned around, only to see a thin shadow slowly walking out from under the tree.

The figure walked calmly, approaching slowly, and stopped three steps away from Shang Heng.

The night wind rustled and floated the branches and leaves of the treetops, and the moonlight cut down obliquely from between the clouds, lying silently between the two, with a clear distinction between light and shadow.

"Rong Zhi." Shang Heng rubbed the edge of the phone with his hand in his trouser pocket, and frowned at him, "Didn't you say you plan to leave here?"

Rong Zhi's figure was revealed little by little under the moonlight. He was still wearing the black suit and the elegant silver-rimmed glasses when the two met for the first time. His skin was as pale as paper under the moonlight.

It's just that the demeanor is completely different from when we first met.

"good."

Rong Zhi's eyes behind the lenses were slightly squinted, with a deep smile line showing at the end of his eyes, with one hand in his pocket, his gaze fell straight on Shang Heng, with undisguised joy.

Abandoning the self-repressed introversion, the faint sharpness radiates from the inside to the outside.

"Shang Heng, we finally meet again."

"In that case." Shang Heng looked into his eyes calmly: "If you invite me to meet today, if you want to say goodbye to me before leaving, you don't have to be so mysterious and make fun of this kind of thing, even if you are saying goodbye to your former friends. I'll be there too."

Rong Zhi shook his head: "I didn't lie to you. I said that I would give you a gift. I came here today to tell you everything you want to know."

Shang Heng looked at him suspiciously.

Rong Zhi didn't think he was disobedient, and smiled: "Come with me."

He didn't care whether Shang Heng followed or not, he turned around on his own, as if he was sure that the other party could not resist the temptation to touch the truth.

Rong Zhi quickly stopped and opened the black fence gate of the small garden. Shang Heng looked in shock at this familiar villa, which turned out to be the yard next to his own house!

Rong Zhi opened the door, stood sideways at the entrance, turned around and looked at him: "Come in and talk."

Shang Heng frowned, his thoughts changed, if Rong Zhi really gave up and planned to leave, why did he still keep this house?

Inviting him in at this time, is it really a kind word for him before parting?

He clenched the phone in his pocket, unlocked it silently, and slid his thumb to the address book by feeling——

"Who do you want to have tea with?" Rong Zhi seemed to have guessed his mind, and smiled slightly, "I don't mind who you want to call, whether it's Wen Ruiyun, Gu Lin, or Lin Yuqing."

Shang Heng paused his fingers slightly, stretched his brows, and said with a smile: "In that case, I'll ask Wen Ruiyun to come over to open your eyes."

Rong Zhi: "Aren't you afraid that he will know the truth?"

"Why are you afraid?" Shang Heng blindly clicked on the address book while talking, and the first line of the most recent call was Wen Ruiyun, "Anyway, I will tell him sooner or later."

Just when he was about to dial the number, Rong Zhi shook his head, showing a regretful expression: "It's a pity, if he sees you disappear in front of his eyes, he might go crazy, I'm really looking forward to seeing you His expression."

Shang Heng's expression suddenly changed, his fingertips rested on the top of the screen, the air in the middle seemed to be extremely heavy, and he couldn't press it no matter what: "What do you mean by that?"

Didn't Rong Zhi deliberately frame him to come to meet him, but did he really grasp something?And he is not afraid of being discovered at all, what kind of confidence makes him so confident?

Shang Heng quickly weighed the pros, cons and risks in his heart, stared into his eyes, and asked: "If I don't go in, are you going to send me back to the original world now?"

Rong Zhi didn't answer, just smiled, bent down politely and made a gesture of please.

Shang Heng squinted his eyes, and curled up half of his mouth mockingly. In the past, he would not have been afraid of such a threat at all, but now——this guy really grabbed his veins.

Shang Heng exhaled lightly, took a step forward, and walked towards him step by step——

When they were about to enter the door, the two of them looked at each other and passed each other for a moment, Shang Heng used his little finger to hook out the little sheep wool felt that was strung on the key, and left it in the small garden of Rong Zhi's house in the dark night.

With a "click", the door closed.

After another half an hour, the power supply in the community finally came late, the street lamps and monitoring indicators on the side of the road gradually turned on, and the work resumed silently...

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After entering the house, Shang Heng looked at the surrounding layout calmly.

The decoration of Rongzhi villa is in elegant European style, plain and well-regulated, it seems that not much thought has been put into it.

All the windows were closed and the curtains were tightly drawn.

Rong Zhi walked in front, and Shang Heng stared at his back silently. The opponent's physical fitness was not good, and he was [-]% sure to subdue him if he made a move. What?

"arrive."

Rong Zhi pushed open a door at the end of the corridor, and the soft wall lamp illuminated the scene inside the room.

It was a study room. After the wall was hollowed out, a bookcase was embedded into the entire wall. It was densely filled with various books. On the wall opposite the bookcase, there were many photos pinned with thumbtacks, all of which were Shang Heng's acquaintances.

The center is his own photo. Shang Heng remembered the photo that fell out of his bag in the hotel room at the celebration banquet that day, and frowned slightly: "This habit is not very good."

"Sit whatever you want." Rong Zhi entertained him like a friendly and hospitable host, "What would you like to drink?"

Shang Heng said coldly: "No need, let's get down to business."

Rong Zhi poured him a cup of coffee as usual, seeing that the other party didn't answer, he didn't force it, and the coffee cup was placed on the small tea table beside him.

He sat down opposite Shang Heng, with a relaxed posture.

"Did you see the books on it?" Rong Zhi opened his mouth slowly, seeing Shang Heng's puzzled gaze fell on the bookcase, he continued, "One of them is your book."

Shang Heng was startled for a moment, then raised his brows, his book?What's the meaning?

Rong Zhi didn't make him wait too long, he lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, and continued: "The row of bookcases on the left, the row of bookshelves in the middle, the first book from the left."

When Shang Heng came to the bookshelf, the first thing he saw was the book that Rong Zhi was referring to. On the spine of the book was written a title he had never seen before, and the author's name was Xie Zhi.

He didn't take the book out of the shelf in a hurry, and glanced at Rong Zhi, thinking about the author's name, which sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"This book is a novel based on you, and the protagonist in it is you." Rong Zhi said slowly.

"For you, the 'world over there' is reality, and here is the world in a book, but for the people here, this is reality, but you are a character in a novel."

These words were like a thunderbolt, which exploded in Shang Heng's ears!

He is the character in the novel?Paper man? !

In order to verify Rong Zhi's words, Shang Heng immediately took out the book, the cover was white, he was stunned when he opened the first page, isn't the content described in it the same as his childhood when he was studying?

He kept turning the pages of the book, browsing ten lines at a glance, and the more he looked back, the deeper his heart sank. Those were all things he had experienced...

The book seemed to have been left in the corner for a long time, and the dust spread with the movement of turning the pages of the book. Shang Heng resisted the urge to cough and waved his hand.

His heart was firmly pinched by a sharp claw, and his breathing was choked. The muscles on his cheeks were as cold and hard as plaster, clearly stretching out the shape of his cheekbones.

Shang Heng had no expression on his face, but there was a storm in his heart.

Did he come back to life in the real world as a person in the book, or did he inexplicably travel to the book world as he remembered?

Which side is reality?Where is the book? !

Rong Zhi seemed to see his heart about to collapse again, and said, "Actually, maybe both sides are truth, and both sides are books."

Shang Heng looked up from the pages of the book and stared at him: "What else do you know?"

From the other side of the bookcase, Rong Zhi took out a book of almost the same thickness, with a black cover.

Shang Heng saw the title of this book at a glance, and it was exactly the same as the original novel that made him time travel!

His pupils narrowed slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "These two books... are the secrets of time travel? Thank you, it's you? You wrote this book with me as the protagonist?"

Rong Zhi nodded approvingly: "In 'the world over there', I take my mother's surname, Xie. You may have forgotten me. In fact, I told you long ago that we were classmates in middle school."

In the blink of an eye, Shang Heng suddenly remembered that when Rong Zhi rented the bachelor apartment to him, he casually mentioned their high school and some past events.

It turned out that what he was talking about was not the plot set by the childhood sweetheart in the original book, but the memory of "the world over there".

Thanks to... Thanks to...

Shang Heng frowned, it seemed that there was such a classmate, more than ten years have passed, his memory has long been blurred, but his appearance...

Rong Zhi carefully looked at every subtle expression of his, and smiled lightly at himself:

"It's normal that you don't remember me. You were an outstanding figure in the school at that time. How could you remember that in the corner, there was a silent, unknown, weak person who was always bullied?"

"A...a transparent person with an ugly appearance."

Shang Heng was stunned, he remembered!

When I was in middle school, there was indeed an ugly student in my class. He was short and frail. He covered his face with bangs all the year round. He was afraid of being laughed at. He was always bullied by other students and cried at every turn.

Always sitting in the corner of the classroom, with a withdrawn personality and a poor family background. After his parents divorced, he took his mother's surname. When he was bullied, no one stood up for him, so he could only swallow his anger.

That person is called Xie Zhi.

Standing in front of him now, Rong Zhi has a completely different name and appearance, and even his gloomy and withdrawn personality has changed drastically, without any trace of the past.

Shang Heng didn't have much contact with Xie Zhi when he was in middle school, and now he is almost a different person, and he is completely unrecognizable.

He frowned, and stared at Rong Zhi with dark eyes: "How can I go back to the original world with this book alone?"

Rong Zhi picked up a small metal lighter from the coffee table, and with a slight sound of flint, a small yellow flame burst out.

With a book in one hand and a lighter in the other, he said casually:

"It's very simple, burn it, you will no longer exist in this world, and, irreversibly, you will never come back."

In an instant, Shang Heng opened his eyes wide and held his breath!

It turns out that he has this book in his hands and can burn it at any time, no wonder he has nothing to fear!

Shang Heng's eyes went dark for a while, and he forced himself to concentrate, holding his book tightly in his hand, his eyes wandering.

Rong Zhi revealed more information than what he said.

If it is said that if he burns the other book, he will go back, then in other words, if he burns the book in his hand, he will stay in the current world forever?

"Are you looking for a lighter?" Rong Zhi shook his head, "There's no need to look for it, there's none here."

"So, my guess is correct, this book can also be burned?" Shang Heng's eyes paused, but Rong Zhi in his vision became more and more blurred.

Rong Zhi said lightly: "If you want to know the secrets of the book, you will always have to pay a price. No matter how careful you are, you will definitely read it."

Shang Heng held on to the bookshelf with one hand, and the other hand was so weak that he was almost unable to hold the book. His ears were filled with noisy buzzing, and his brain consciousness gradually became confused. He obviously didn't drink the coffee that Rongzhi handed over... this book ...

With a snap, the book with the white cover fell onto the carpet.