ID number 019

Chen Yang saw the horoscope book in Ms. Qiao's hand, and accidentally bit the tip of his tongue. He hissed, and a slender girl in a white dress flashed in his mind. It was the little fairy Qiao Qiao. She stopped at A3 The first floor of the building, together with the little mute.

"Sister Qiao, do you know how to do horoscope divination?" Chen Yang swallowed his sigh.

"Know a little bit." Ms. Qiao's lips curled up, sassy and charming, so glamorous that people couldn't take their eyes off it.She opened the book and asked Chen Yang's constellation again.

Chen Yang said: "Libra."

"Libra... Your fortune today is very stable." Miss Qiao tapped her finger on the open horoscope book, "You have completed the task, and this has been verified."

Chen Yang nodded.

Miss Qiao said, "Your luck this week is also very stable,"

Chen Yang saw that Ms. Qiao paused for a long time, as if waiting for his cooperation, he asked nervously, "What's the matter?"

"Your relationship with the opposite sex is very good," Miss Qiao said ambiguously, "Your relationship with the same sex is even better."

Chen Yang: "..."

"Xiao Yangyang, there are a lot of rotten peach blossoms around you." Miss Qiao's expression changed from ambiguous to sympathetic.

Chen Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, it shouldn't be.

Rotten peach blossoms are like flies, how many stares can there be around him?He is not a lump.

"However, your fruitless relationship in the first half of the year will usher in a big turning point, and your right relationship will appear." Miss Qiao said.

Chen Yang didn't understand: "What is Zhengyuan?"

Miss Qiao raised her eyebrows: "It's destined."

Chen Yang's heart was beating uncontrollably, every beat seemed to be calling Chao Jian's name.

"Is it destined?" Chen Yang heard his hoarse voice whisper, "It is destined."

Ms. Qiao meant a lot: "Xiao Yangyang, you have the potential to fall in love."

Chen Yang was speechless.

"Once you meet love, the ship of life will turn around and turn around it." Miss Qiao said, "Love is paramount."

Chen Yang wanted to say something but didn't say it, because he remembered something that Chao Jian and Xiang Zimu each revealed.

What Chao Jian revealed was that when they first met, he was an experienced old tasker, and Chao Jian was a newcomer, and he did not invite the other party to form a team.It was after that that Chao Jian did a few more tasks, and when he met him again, he let Chao Jian join the group.

That should have been considered in many ways, and you will not pull people in impulsively without even thinking about it.

Xiangzimu said that after Chao Jian joined, the three-person team became a four-person team, and the four-person team occasionally turned into a two-person team. He would teach Chao Jian one-on-one.

The tip of Chen Yang's tongue, which was still aching, scratched the inner wall of his mouth.

"Sister, take a look, you will have a good harvest in your love and career in the second half of the year..." Miss Qiao stopped again, but this time she didn't intend to tease Chen Yang to play tricks, her long and dense eyelashes drooped down, covering the eyes thing.

Chen Yang ate the last piece of crushed candy in his mouth, and after that, his career line was broken, he died without a whole body, and his love was covered with blood.

The term "changing rapidly" is suitable for shopping malls, and even more suitable for the task world. Often, one moment you are still glad that you escaped from death, and the next moment you are dead.

He died so unprepared that he didn't even have time to cry out the pain.This is the most common phenomenon in the task world.

Ms. Qiao seemed to be tired. She closed the constellation book and pinched the space between her eyebrows with her fingertips.

"It's good to have a good harvest in both love and career, let's borrow auspicious words from Sister Qiao." Chen Yang lowered his voice, "Sister Qiao, have you calculated your own fortune?"

"My own doesn't count." Miss Qiao put the constellation book back into her bag.

Chen Yang pursed his lower lip, and turned his head to read the newspaper cart.

They can't walk around in the car and check the newspapers around them between the end of one mission and the start of the next.

Just like now, everyone can only wait for new passengers to come up.

Chen Yang glanced at Sister Qiao beside her, and sighed silently. The rules are really too cruel. Sister Qiao got sick before the reset, but after the reset, that part of the gray memory was not taken away, and the disease still followed her. .

"Go in, go in!" The driver suddenly said to the void next to him, "Don't stand at the door!"

Chen Yang sat up leaning on the back of the chair, and another passenger came up, what could it be this time?I hope it's not an ordinary, unremarkable mass type, it's better to be a little special, so that people can have an impression at a glance, then maybe as soon as the item appears, the corresponding piece of information will appear in his mind.

A few seconds later, a drop of blood appeared on the ground in the aisle in the front row, and a small blood flower fainted out.

Then another drop.

There seemed to be a light "pop" sound in the air. Although the sound was small, it could make people's scalp numb and dare not breathe.

The passengers who came up were holding something in their hands, and blood was dripping drop by drop.

then,

He started to walk towards the back row, taking big steps, and soon reached the back row, leaving a trail of bloodstains where he passed.

The bloodstain stopped next to the seat where Wang Kuanyou sat before his death, and there was only a not-so-wide aisle away from Chen Yang and Miss Qiao.

Chen Yang smelled a strong smell of blood, and before his brain started to work, he saw a machete on the seat.

The blade is sixty to seventy centimeters long, and the handle is dark red. The blade has been used too many times, and it is a bit curled. The bloodstains meander down like a blood snake.

There were still a few blood clots stuck to the sharp tip of the knife.

This knife just killed someone!

The air in the back row condensed, and the driver shouted in the dead silence: "The next stop is the terminal!"

The bus drove forward, heading for the last section of the journey.

The 5 minute countdown starts.

When arriving at the station, if Ms. Qiao completed the task, the ghost would get out of the car. Otherwise, she turned into a paper figure and sat in the machete position, and the ghost possessed her.

"Oh my god, murderer..." The female white-collar worker moved from her seat to the last row. She seemed to recall a bad memory, her face turned pale and her teeth chattered slightly, "Is it a murderer?!"

"Fuck!" Huang Mao howled, this is not his task, he doesn't need to worry about running out of time, whether the murderer can be found, he is just scared and excited because he saw the murderer's weapon for the first time.He wanted to know who killed the murderer in the end.

"Did the police kill him? He was caught and executed like that." The female office worker looked at Ms. Qiao who was looking out of the car window with folded arms, "The answer is the law."

"..."

"Being caught, that's the answer, but what if you weren't caught?" The man with glasses stood up and stared at the machete on the chair warily, for fear that the knife would suddenly fly towards him.

He had no doubt that the machete could cut off his head in one blow.

"This item is too explosive, everyone, think about it, have you seen it somewhere!" The man with glasses took off his glasses and wiped the cold sweat from his eyelids.

"Yes, yes, I feel like I..." Huang Mao answered smoothly, but his voice stopped abruptly.

He, the man with glasses, and the female white-collar worker were all strangely silent, because they had already confirmed that they had never seen anything related to the case of the machete in the newspapers in the car.

Should not be ah.

Murderer, machete, these two pieces of information are very special, even if you scan a little bit by accident, you will still have an impression.

The three couldn't figure it out, they all looked at Miss Qiao in unison.

Chen Yang's gaze had already stopped on Sister Qiao. The props of the last mission were too special, and he had more memory points than he expected, but he had no fragments of information in his mind, not at all!

The bad premonition that I had when I was helping Wang Kuanyou to find clues... came out again.

Chen Yang didn't wait for Ms. Qiao to speak, he stood up abruptly, passed her to the aisle, squatted down and looked at the bloody machete.

The newspaper in this bus is a little bigger than the normal version, and there will be pictures of each ghost's background clues.The picture is black and white, the size will not be small, and the pattern of the machete is very conspicuous and easy to remember.

There are a total of 23 people in the team. These are the No.20 three missions. Every time you have to check the newspaper to find clues. Chen Yang has the memory of searching the car 22 times. If the picture of the machete is in the car, he will not Not impressed.

Chen Yang took a deep breath. Subconsciously, he thought that he had overlooked it, and the few teammates who were still alive had also overlooked it, rather than any other reason.

Just when Chen Yang was about to search for every corner in the car, Miss Qiao's voice came from behind: "Is there a small hole in the handle of the machete?"

Chen Yang quickly checked: "No."

"No?" Ms. Qiao turned around in an instant, and the next moment she saw Chen Yang touch the machete, turned it over, and said to her, "Yes." She seemed to be stunned for a second, and laughed, "Really? ..."

Chen Yang felt that Sister Qiao's mental state was deteriorating at a terrible speed. He put down the machete and casually wiped the blood on his pants. He never took his eyes off Sister Qiao. His expression was very serious.

Miss Qiao sat on Chen Yang's seat, leaning against the car window, facing him and the aisle: "The owner of this knife is the target of my last mission, and slaughtered a homicide in a hospital."

"Then why did he appear here?" The man with glasses in front was shocked.

"The last mission is also this mission point." Chen Yang said.

"What do you mean?"

The female white-collar worker explained with an unbelievable expression: "It means that this city is a large mission point, which is divided into small mission points."

Huang Mao let out a "fuck", he lay on the back of the chair behind Ms. Qiao: "Beautiful sister, your luck is too good."

Among the other three teammates, apart from Chen Yang, the other two had the same idea.

Although they sneered at the murderer appearing in this mission, can that kind of dog be considered a human being?Killing him is doing justice for the sky, what kind of murderer is he.

"Now just give the answer directly." Huang Mao said.

Chen Yang's mentality was completely opposite to those of the three. The muscles on his back tensed up: "Sister Qiao, didn't you kill the person?"

"The killer's bones are very hard. We beat him to the death and he was able to fight back. He took the opportunity to escape, and we chased after him. A boy in the team and I followed closely behind. Later, the boy's physical strength Better than me," Ms. Qiao lost in memory, "When I arrived, the murderer's head had already been chopped off by the boy."

Chen Yang said: "This question is the same as the previous one, and it is also a trap question." Maybe it is also aimed at you, he added in his heart, and after thinking about it, he said the second half of the sentence directly.

"I know." Ms. Qiao pulled off the leather rope of the high ponytail, and her long black hair fell out. She pushed back the hair with both hands, and her scalp was stinging. "The answer is everyone who participated."

Just as Chen Yang was about to speak, Huang Mao interrupted: "That's right, team mission, you have to tell all your teammates."

Miss Qiao pushed her thick hair to one side of her shoulders, leaned her upper body back, and hit the back of her head against the glass window.

Chen Yang asked, "Do you not remember who your teammates are?"

Before Miss Qiao could speak, Huang Mao cried out, "Isn't it? It's impossible, isn't it?"

Chen Yang's forehead twitched. Apart from him, there were four people left in the team, and three of them had already completed the task, and they could go back when they got to the station.

The white-collar woman's partner is dead, she can't be active, the man with glasses is a little more calm and introverted, and the yellow-haired man is the best at bluffing.

Chen Yang wanted to find a piece of tape to seal Huang Mao's mouth, or knock him unconscious.

Huang Mao closed his mouth under Chen Yang's sharp eyes.

Chen Yang glanced at the front of the car, where the time was displayed, and one and a half minutes had passed in five minutes. He asked Sister Qiao in a low voice: "Too long time between the two tasks?"

Ms. Qiao said surprisingly: "It happened yesterday."

Chen Yang was stunned.

"That's very frequent, it's impossible to forget." Huang Mao couldn't help shouting again.

Chen Yang gave him a slap before asking Sister Qiao: "Too many teammates?"

"Seven or eight." Miss Qiao always answered Chen Yang's questions.

"I'll go, there are only so few people, so I will definitely remember it." Huang Mao didn't have a long memory, and his head was about to reach Miss Qiao's neck.

This time it was not Chen Yang's turn to make a move, Miss Qiao grabbed Huang Mao by the hair, dragged him out of the back seat amidst his begging screams, and threw him heavily against the rear door.

"Hey, it hurts me to death." Huang Mao climbed up holding the armrest of the pillar, grinning his teeth and trying to get angry, then turned and hummed to find a place to sit, anyway, this is not his task, he is not in a hurry, no matter what, love whatever Bar!

Neither the white-collar worker nor the man with glasses spoke for him, so it's fine if you can't hear him with your ears.

Time is running, there are 3 minutes left, 2 minutes... Chen Yang's heart is sweating more and more, he can see that the personality of sister Qiao at this time is different from the one after the reset, and there are similarities, he likes them all Acting alone, she doesn't care much about the team's meetings and exchanges, the rules are really targeting her.

Rule knows that her team awareness is not strong, so she asks such a question.

"Sister Qiao, how many can you remember?" Chen Yang said.

Miss Qiao didn't speak, she was thinking.

"If you can't remember someone's name, just think about the people and things related to the other party, or start from the beginning of the last task and go down to see if you can remember it. Generally, there will be a self-introduction during the process." Chen Yang To advise sister Qiao, he wished he could get into her mind and refresh her memories.

Miss Qiao stood up and walked to the opposite side, looking down at the machete on the seat condescendingly. There was a bloodstain on the bottom of the dark brown Martin boots, and the soles of the shoes were crushed. She walked towards the driver.

Chen Yang followed behind her, breathing heavily.

"Xiao Yangyang, relax." Miss Qiao said without looking back.

Chen Yang couldn't relax, he didn't have the memory of the second half of the mission yet, so he wondered if Sister Qiao could get out from here.

"Oh." Ms. Qiao suddenly sneered, "I know I have to take advantage of my weaknesses, damn it."

It was the first time Chen Yang heard her swearing. Before he could react, he saw her running back, grabbing the machete and throwing it out. The wall of the car on which the newspaper was sitting was like copper and iron. "There was a sound.

The machete fell off, and the wall of the car was not damaged at all.

It came out suddenly, and it ended suddenly. Ms. Qiao kicked the machete away and walked to the driver as if nothing had happened. She first said the name of her most impressive teammate.

"Chao Jian."

Chen Yang raised his head suddenly, his mind was buzzing, and after a while, he heard sister Qiao say a name he had heard before, "Ah Jing."

That was Wu Yu's object, and Chen Yang also remembered him.They have also been teammates before.

"Xiangdong." Miss Qiao's thin lips parted slightly, and a third name Chen Yang was familiar with came out.

Chen Yang didn't care about being surprised, he just stared at Sister Qiao who was stuck in her thoughts.

"Seven or eight?" Miss Qiao looked up at the newspaper on the roof, "Seven... or eight..." She asked herself, "Seven."

Chen Yang's cheeks tightened.

Miss Qiao met his worried eyes, and twitched the corners of her lips meaninglessly: "Seven."

Chen Yang said: "That is, if you count yourself, there are still three."

"It's only three, think again!" He grabbed Sister Qiao's arm, tightening his strength again and again, "Think again!"

He can't help her with this task, she can only rely on herself.

"You have a sense of responsibility, well, well, I think." Miss Qiao walked around in a small area, and she said after a while, "There is an old man with a gray beard, quite knowledgeable and well-bred, who seems to be called...Feng...Feng old."

Chen Yang paused as he pressed the phone, he knew these few, the last two would be the same, right?

However, he had never heard of the two teammates Miss Qiao mentioned at the end.

Chen Yang saw that there were only a few seconds left in the time, and he quickly said: "Sister Qiao, please make sure if you made any mistakes, calm down, and think about it carefully." Woolen cloth.

Miss Qiao didn't check, because the driver's dead mouth began to speak.

"The terminal is here."

The driver's voice was not as popular as before, this time it was lifeless, "All passengers please get off from the back door one by one, please be careful when you open the door, please go well when you get off, thank you for taking bus No. 31, goodbye."

Under the watchful eyes of several people, the paper back door of the bus slowly opened a gap, and the gap opened to the maximum in an instant.

Huang Mao was the first to rush out, and he disappeared in an instant.

Then there is the guy with glasses.

The female white-collar worker was not in a hurry to leave. She was saying goodbye to her fiancé's paper figurine with tears in her eyes.

"I'm going home," the female white-collar worker said softly, with tears all over her face, "I will continue to move forward with your hope, and I will definitely fulfill our wish, definitely will... definitely will ..." She muttered a few words, covered her mouth and staggered down from the car, unable to keep a hug.Because the paper figurine is not all her fiancé, there is also a ghost attached to it.

"Sister Qiao, we also..." The moment Chen Yang turned his head, the words on his lips froze.

A paper man stood quietly behind him, looking at him.

Chen Yang's eyes turned red, and his breathing became extremely disordered. He was a little at a loss, and his outstretched hand wanted to touch the paper figurine, but it trembled: "What's going on? Sister Qiao, why?"

The voice in the car answered Chen Yang's question.Miss Qiao missed one name, it was not a seven-member team, but an eight-member team.There was one she didn't remember.

For missing a teammate, the price is your own life.

Chen Yang's threshold dropped to a very human value before, which had a great impact on him. After recovering, he was still very unstable, and then it dropped extremely quickly, and warm liquid dripped out of his red eye sockets. He watched helplessly as the paper figurine walked to the back row, picked up the machete, and slashed evilly at the void a few times.

That wasn't Sister Qiao anymore, Chen Yang didn't even have time to say goodbye, he vigorously rubbed his face that was bloodshot due to the violent emotional ups and downs, walked heavily towards the back door, and turned his head.

His eyes swept over the paper figurines, and finally stopped on the paper figurine transformed by sister Qiao.

"Sister Qiao, goodbye." Chen Yang restrained himself from choking, and solemnly repeated, "Goodbye."

After this farewell, he and sister Qiao will see each other again in the future. They get to know each other again and become teammates, old teammates, and friends again.

Now Chen Yang hoped that they could see each other again.

He hoped that sister Qiao would also enter his revolving lantern from the computer room of Sanlianqiao, so that they could walk out of the finish line and meet again.

The moment Chen Yang stepped out of the bus, he stood in the living room, and in front of him was a decoration that he was too familiar with.

This is Sanlianqiao, his home!

Before Chen Yang got out of the complicated emotions, there was a "click" sound outside the gate.

Someone was knocking on the door, maybe it was a neighbor, Chen Yang wasn't sure, when he was about to ask, there was a loud curse from the bedroom.

"Ah, fuck, I'm so sleepy."

The sound made the pores of Chen Yang's whole body open. He watched another self come out of the bedroom, wearing a set of gray dog-head pajamas, with one leg high and one low, barefoot, eyes squinted, and hands vigorously. Grabbing her dyed sorrel hair, whining as she walked.

"Why is it dawn so soon, I feel like I just lay down, I'm so sleepy, I can't do it, I have a headache, I have a lot of tasks recently, I don't get enough sleep..."

"Brother Yang, are you up yet?" Outside the door was Chen Yang's acquaintance, former partner, Xiang Zimu.

"Not up!"

The speaker opened the door staggeringly, yawning: "Ms. Xiang, what are you doing here so early, looking for... What are those two big bumps on your face? Someone beat you on the way here? Who beat you, tell me Brother said, brother killed him."

"That's called blush." ​​Xiang Zimu said coldly.

Chen Yang in the living room was stunned for a while, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, it turned out that the important nodes in his life were not all tasks, but also life fragments.

If it's not a mission, he's just a spectator, watching his former self getting along with his friends.

In fact, this is the real review revolving door.

Looking up at himself with short chestnut hair, Chen thought, it's good, he just sent away two old teammates, Wang Kuanyou and Sister Qiao, so he can't come again, this time can give him a breather.

Life is a movie, which is made up of countless plots.Chen Yang's first two episodes were in the holographic online game mode, so he went directly in. This time he is the audience.

Chen Yang saw Xiangzimu quarreling with him before, the expression on his face was very rich, and he felt sour in his heart. The former Xiangzimu had short hair with the ends curled inwards, and the hair color was a little flaxen Grey-brown, she has warmth and down-to-earth, just a big girl next door.

Later she was not like this, later she was like a black and white painting soaked in water mist, like a handful of snow on the top of a mountain, cold and lonely, unreal, her eyes were always deep and far away, and she couldn’t see through something. clear.

The only thing in common is that she in the past and future has a face as white as jade.

"Brother Yang, don't sleep, Brother Sun today..." Xiang Zimu grabbed the person who wanted to climb onto the bed.

"Blind date, I know, I've said it eight hundred times, I just sleep for 10 minutes, just 10 minutes."

Like an old lady, Xiang Zimu shook the quilt vigorously on purpose, and finally covered the quilt for the second-sleeping person, and turned to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

"I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm afraid I'll be cold when you get up. I'd better do it myself."

Chen Yang saw that Xiang Zimu went straight to the kitchen familiarly, opened the refrigerator and found a transparent bowl, snapped off the lid, reached in and took a diced radish and ate it.

"I picked this up a few months ago. Brother Yang is really... a loser. Missionaries will not die of ordinary diseases, but will only die in the mission world or related to missions. Otherwise, his grave will be... Bah."

Xiangzimu patted her mouth a few times, and made two more bah bah, she put down the transparent bowl, rolled up the sleeves of her thin cardigan to boil water, took eggs and flour, she made pancakes.

Chen Yang was originally at the door of the kitchen. He didn't know what he saw, so he rushed in quickly.

There was a thin bloodstain on Xiangzimu's left wrist, which had scabbed over.

Chen Yang opened his mouth subconsciously: "How did you do this?"

Xiang Zimu beat the eggs with one hand, humming the chorus of "Tomorrow Will Be Better": "Sing out your enthusiasm, stretch out your hands, let me..."

"How did you do that?"

These words were not said by Chen Yang, but by himself back then.

He watched himself who had been catching up on sleep in the room approaching with strides, and pointed to the scar on Xiangzimu's left wrist, his face, which was much more free and easy than he is now, was full of seriousness.

Xiang Zimu continued to beat the egg: "It was accidentally scratched."

"Tell me, how did you accidentally get here?"

Xiang Zimu threw the eggshells into the trash: "I'm making cakes, Brother Sun and his blind date date are at nine o'clock..."

The bowl in her hand was snatched away, and she slammed it heavily on the table. The egg liquid in it splashed out in panic, and a few drops landed on her cardigan.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing?" Xiang Zimu wiped the egg liquid on the cardigan with a rag.

"I still want to ask you, Zimu, didn't everyone agree to go down together? You want to go first?"

Xiangzimu blinked: "I didn't want to leave first, I just did," she curled her lips, "I didn't see the sun in the morning, and I was in a bad mood. I saw the dagger by the bed, so I scratched it, nothing else .”

"Hehe, I won't tell you. I'll ask Brother Xiaowen. See if he believes you."

"Don't, what I said is true, every word is true, don't tell him such trivial things, today is his big day, let's not make trouble for him."

"..."

Chen Yang watched Xiang Zimu put down her sleeves, maybe she is not lying now, she doesn't have that idea, but...

In Chen Yang's mind, the image of Xiang Zimu pulling her cuff to cover her left wrist time and time again during her mission in the small town appeared, and she should have scratched it later, maybe more than one or two.

Without a partner, without a friend to talk to, walking alone, no matter looking back or looking forward, it is a vast expanse of whiteness.

Chen Yang sat at the table, watching himself and his old partner Xiang Zimu having breakfast, and when they went to meet Sun Wenjun, he followed.

That was his uncontrolled behavior, and he had to follow himself.

Follow the self who has dyed chestnut hair, a baseball cap, and a black tracksuit.

Chao Jian is completely learning from him.

The clouds were thick and the sky was overcast.Not long after, Chen Yang saw another old partner, Sun Wenjun, who hadn't changed much. He was dressed casually, with a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, a smile on his mouth, and an elegant and modest demeanor.

Before the date arrived, he sent a message saying that the road was blocked, and Sun Wenjun sat down with two comrades to drink tea.

Chen Yang sat down on the empty seat next to him and listened to their chat.

The topic did not involve tasks, but all revolved around ordinary daily life.

Chen Yang lamented that his former self lived very clearly, and could separate tasks from life without mixing them together, and his spirit didn't seem to be traumatized, which is remarkable.

"I'm going to accompany Ah Jing to look at the house in the afternoon." Xiang Zimu ate a piece of hawthorn, and mentioned something inarticulately, "He thinks that I rely on Wucheng, and I'm quite immortal, so I want to rent a room. Once you live here, you can change the environment and change your mood.”

"Didn't you tell him that when it rained, the balcony was dripping?"

"I told him this, and he was determined to move there." Xiang Zimu shook his shoulders, "He said that he had dreamed of being a great saint since he was a child, and wanted to live in Shuilian Cave."

Chen Yang next to him: "..." Has Wu Yu ever had such a personality?

When Chen Yang came back to his senses, the three people at the table had already talked about emotional topics.

Because Xiangzimu found a handsome guy across the street, she likes mixed-race, mature men with an age difference of more than ten years, and men with fine lines at the corners of their eyes when they smile.The one just now was a perfect fit.

Xiang Zimu stood in front of the glass window: "The uncle passed by my field of vision. I have already spent the rest of my life with him, and we were buried together on the top of the mountain. There was a wild flower growing on the grave. My child and I gave us a gift in front of the grave. Burn the paper and say hello to us."

"..."

"Then you're not up yet?"

Xiangzimu's legs turned up: "I can't get on, he's gay."

"Condolences."

"It's not a difficult hurdle, I'm used to it." Xiang Zimu glanced at Sun Wenjun, "Have you arrived yet?"

Sun Wenjun was sending a message: "It's coming soon." He was not chatting with his blind date, but with Ah Jing.

Sun Wenjun: The woman is not a tasker, she was forced by my family, and the quarrel was so overwhelming that I came to see her as a friend and had no other plans.I have today and no tomorrow, I don't want those.

Ah Jing: People like us are only suitable for looking for colleagues.

Sun Wenjun typed a line, deleted it again, and went back to say: um.

Chen Yang didn't peek at Sun Wenjun's chat box, he just stared at the other party in a daze for a while, when he looked away, he suddenly found that he was looking in one direction, with a fierce light in his eyes, like an old wolf seeing a little boy young eagle.

"I also found a pretty nice kid."

Hearing what his former self said, Chen Yang looked in that direction, the next moment his chest was throbbing, and he wanted to run, but he realized that his body could not be too far away from him, there was a distance limit.

That's Chao Jian!Chen Yang stretched his head desperately to look around, but he could only see a figure from his back, who quickly disappeared into the crowd, his eyes were red, and his heart was filled with sweet and hot soda.

It turns out that I used to be gay, I was never straight.

"Xiao Yangyang, which direction is the person you're looking at?" Sun Wenjun put the phone back in his pocket, as if he was in charge of preparing for the wedding.

Xiang Zimu didn't look at the uncle any more, she drank half a cup of tea in one gulp, and said seriously, "We'll go with you."

"It's just a back view. As you know, I am a back viewer. The view of love is that distance produces beauty. If a back view killer stands in front of me, I will definitely feel normal. There are many such examples."

"That's right, last time I saw a back with a very interesting look, and when I turned my head, it exploded." Xiangzimu said worriedly, "I hope that Brother Yang, you and Brother Sun can find a girl who is considerate and considerate. Well, gentleness and gentleness can help you, it is best to go together, so that everyone can have the same dream."

Chen Yang heard himself say categorically: "Impossible, I can't find the tasker as a target."

"What if?" Sun Wenjun laughed teasingly.

"There's no chance, it's so much fun to do tasks and make friends, it's too troublesome to find a partner, it's unnecessary."

"You haven't met the right person. When you meet, you will feel that it's too late to meet you. 24 hours a day is too short."

"There is no such person in the world who can make me think that way. I have all my ribs and I haven't lost them. It is impossible for me to fall in love."

Chen Yang looked at his former disdain for love, and didn't have any thoughts. In short, his face hurts.