The love I killed is back

A month passed in a blink of an eye, and the weather became even colder. In the middle of the night, Mo Wenliang woke up from the cold, and felt his feet that were still cold after lying down for several hours. He sighed, turned on the light and got out of bed. The luggage bag took out the money and counted it, including the salary given by Aunt Gan, it was more than 3000.

It's time to move out, Mo Wenliang thought to himself, the second floor of the convenience store where he lived was just a simple storage room, Aunt Gan once offered to let him move to live at home, but he declined.

After all, he was a murderer, and it was right to keep his distance from others.

During the day, Mo Wenliang talked to Yu Xin about this matter. After all, Yu Xin is a local. If he is looking for a house, he must have a better connection.

"Why rent a house? I have a room at home." Yu Xin obviously disagreed with Mo Wenliang's decision.

Mo Wenliang had expected that Yu Xin would say this, and he replied: "I like a person, and I would feel uncomfortable living with others."

"Okay," Yu Xin curled his lips, he thought for a while and said, "I do know that there is a place for renting houses, which happens to be near here, let's go and have a look."

The owner of the rental house is a newly married man. He happened to plan to travel around the world with his wife. When he saw Yu Xin, his expression was obviously more familiar. After talking for a while, the two finalized the price.

"3000 a month, Yu Xin, this is the best price I can give you."

Yu Xin looked at Mo Wenliang, and the latter nodded. This house should have furniture, and the location is relatively close to a convenience store. The price is indeed acceptable.

Yu Xin understood what Mo Wenliang meant, so he said to the man, "Then let's sign the contract and use my ID card."

The man was a little puzzled. He knew that Yu Xin lived with his family, and the renter should be Mo Wenliang next to him. He asked, "Why did you use yours?"

Mo Wenliang answered first: "I lost my ID card not long ago, and it's not that fast to reissue it."

"Really?" The man was a little worried.

Yu Xin patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, Wen Liang is my employee, his character is trustworthy, and he won't bring down your precious house."

The man glanced at him: "Anyway, use your ID card, and you will be responsible for what happens."

After leaving the rental house, Yu Xin asked Mo Wenliang: "Is there anything you need to buy when you move there?"

Mo Wenliang shook his head and said, "No, I don't have anything, just some daily necessities and clothes. I'll pack my luggage and live there when I go back."

Yu Xin was originally happy that he could help Mo Wenliang find a place to live, but when he saw that the other party seemed to be indifferent to everything, he suddenly felt disappointed.

From Yu Xin's point of view, Mo Wenliang is a very mysterious person. He was brought in front of him by his mother on an ordinary rainy day. Bewitched.

But his smile was nothing but pretty.

Hollow and beautiful.

"Wen Liang, are you sure you want to move out?" Yu Xin stopped, looked at Mo Wenliang's background and blurted out.

Mo Wenliang stopped and turned around, looking at Yu Xin in surprise, and the latter also found out how stupid the question was, so he explained in a panic: "I think the rent is quite expensive...the vehicles on the way back and forth There are many."

"You know my mother, the old chatterer, she must be reluctant to let you move outside alone."

Mo Wenliang just looked at Yu Xin quietly like that, and didn't say a word until he was sure that the other party had finished speaking: "I don't plan to leave the convenience store right now."

"Let's go, I'm going to take the luggage before it gets dark." Mo Wenliang smiled and continued to walk forward.

He showed that inexplicably nervous smile again, and Yu Xin couldn't stop the upward smile. He strode over and put his arm around Mo Wenliang's neck.

"Let's go! I'll help you carry things. I'm very strong. Let me tell you, it's not a bragging to go deep into the enemy's camp to save a girl."

"No, there's only one luggage bag, and I'm not a girl to save."

"Then I'm your brother! It's necessary to help you get things."

"The maid also has to help me carry things."

"What! Did you treat your brother as a servant? How dare you!"

The luggage was quickly brought home. Mo Wenliang rejected Yu Xin's suggestion to go to the latter's house for dinner. After sending Yu Xin away, he packed his things and turned on the computer to search.

What Yu Xin said during the day still reminded Mo Wenliang that the rent of 3000 a month was unaffordable for him, who only had a salary of 2000 in a convenience store. money.If he wants to live comfortably, he has to find another job. Fortunately, he is on the night shift at the convenience store, so he has many choices, but he doesn't plan to find a job that is fixed or takes too long, and juggling two jobs at the same time will drag him down his body.

In the end, Mo Wenliang stayed temporarily on a page for recruiting temporary waiters. It said that a hotel happened to be short of a few temporary waiters for a banquet the day after tomorrow, and the daily fee was 500.

That's it. Mo Wenliang wrote down the contact number of the person in charge above. He is confident that he can get this job, but now a serious problem comes.

He has no ID.

Although Mo Wenliang behaved like ordinary people every day, he checked the news about Jin Yan on the Internet every night, but what made him feel relieved was that a month had passed, and there was no news about Jin Yan's death.

But even so, the body would still be found one day, and he didn't dare to reapply for an ID card because of this, but now he needs an ID card for work.

More precisely, a brand new identity.

Mo Wenliang was still thinking about a solution when the phone rang suddenly. When he picked it up, he saw He Jinbo on the screen. He picked it up with raised eyebrows: "Hello?"

"I know you're moving today, but at least take some time to recall the date you promised me, busy man." He Jinbo's voice seemed to be panting.

It was only then that Mo Wenliang remembered that he had indeed promised to go out for dinner with He Jinbo tonight, and they got along pretty well during this time, at least he wouldn't think of anything that bothered him in front of the latter's face.

"Where are you?"

"Convenience store here."

"Wait for me, I'll go over now." After Mo Wenliang finished speaking, he hung up the call, put on a warm down jacket, and opened the door to go out.

Mo Wenliang and He Jinbo agreed on a time of 7 o'clock, but later he forgot when he was packing his things. It was already past 8 o'clock when he received a call from the other party and was on the way. After each street light, he finally saw a familiar figure standing not far away. He smiled and walked quickly, but was stunned when he saw the hanging black hair of the person in front of him.

He Jinbo's hairstyle was deliberately erected with hairspray, which looks very unique.

"Why be thin?" Mo Wenliang's voice overflowed with air-conditioning.

The man in the black coat turned around. Under the bangs were deep facial features and quiet eyes. The street lamp above his head was illuminated, making him as handsome as a heart-warming male lead in a Korean drama.

Mo Wen's cold face turned pale all of a sudden.

"Hey, being late is the only thing for beauties, not to mention beauties never keep me waiting for more than an hour." He Jinbo raised his hand to look at the time on his watch, and stretched out his hand to flick Mo Wenliang's forehead.

The slight pain on his forehead brought Mo Wenliang back to his senses. His expression was very ugly, and he turned his head away unwilling to look at He Jinbo.

He Jinbo soon felt that something was wrong, bent down and approached: "What's wrong? You look so bad?"

Mo Wenliang really wanted to turn around and leave, but when he saw the snow on He Jinbo's shoulders from the corner of his eye, he couldn't move his legs at once. He remembered He Jinbo's panting on the phone just now, and couldn't imagine how the other party was standing in the snow. Looking at himself, he pursed his lips and said, "Why did you become like this?"

He Jinbo was surprised for a moment, and then he understood Mo Wenliang's meaning: "You mean my style today? I can't help it. I went home yesterday. You know, most people in my family don't like my trend. dress up."

Mo Wenliang knew that He Jinbo's parents were elsewhere, and that the house he lived in was a gift from his parents, so he frowned and said, "Then why do you have to come to see me in dark clothes? I don't like you like this. "

"I rushed over to meet you as soon as I got out of the car, and I didn't have time to change." He Jinbo looked down at himself, in a black coat and black trousers: "Is it really ugly? Mingming Qiqi said black is cool."

Black is Jin Yan's favorite color.Mo Wenliang lowered his eyes: "I don't like black."

He Jinbo's expression became a little helpless. He leaned against the street lamp, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one, and the faint scent of tobacco began to permeate. Only then did Mo Wenliang see that He Jinbo's head and shoulders were stained. It was snowing, and the other party's face was pale.

"Actually, I also hate black, because it symbolizes parting and death." He Jinbo's voice was deep, unlike the usual high-pitched voice because of emotional excitement, and the smoke also made his face hazy.

Mo Wenliang couldn't do anything, but just looked at He Jinbo in a daze until the latter's next sentence brought him back to his senses.

"I'm going home to attend the funeral."

Mo Wenliang's heart tightened, he didn't like the topic of death: "Don't talk about it."

He Jinbo didn't seem to want to say more, he just responded with a smoke, but soon his face regained his previous vitality, and he took Mo Wenliang's hand: "Don't stand here stupidly, I'll take you Go to a nice kebab shop."

He Jinbo's cold hand passed between Mo Wenliang's fingers, and his fingertips trembled subconsciously, but he didn't try to break free, but said, "Wait a minute."

He Jinbo looked over in bewilderment, and saw that Mo Wenliang stretched out his hand and wrapped the other end of the scarf around He Jinbo's neck. The long gray scarf was just enough for the distance between the two of them at this time.

What He Jinbo felt was not only the warmth from his neck, but also the breath of Mo Wenliang on it. His heart frozen by the cold night seemed to come back to life in an instant, and began to beat vigorously. He couldn't control it. He smiled and said, "Is this okay?"

Mo Wenliang raised his eyes calmly: "What do you want to say?"

He Jinbo raised the hands that they held together, he was a little worried about gains and losses, and he spoke cautiously: "I mean, is it really okay for us to do this?"

Sharing a scarf, holding hands like a couple, like dreaming.

"You're too cold, that's fine." As soon as Mo Wenliang finished speaking, He Jinbo suddenly started to run, and even he could only speed up his pace to keep up.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Go eat barbecue!" He Jinbo's eyebrows and eyes were raised, and his eyes were shining against the light.

Mo Wenliang just took a look and then looked away. He focused more on the road ahead.

The snow did not stop late at night, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, so the actions of the two of them did not attract much attention.

It's so nice, holding hands on the street, without any scruples, that's what he wanted to do nine years ago.

Mo Wenliang's indifferent black eyes were stained with a soft light, which was a light that He Jinbo couldn't see or touch.