The Shadow of the Wind

As soon as he entered the dark suite, Gu Yiqing seemed to have been beaten to the ground, and jumped to the ground against the other person, pressing Zuoqiu Yan against the wall, pecking the opponent's lips like a tiger descending a mountain, tossing and turning, exerting all his strength.

Zuoqiu Yan smiled and watched the other party trying so hard to please him, he couldn't help but feel happy, he reached out to hold Gu Yiqing's head, and responded unceremoniously.

Gu Yiqing's hand began to wander restlessly on his body, stroking with extreme desire.Zuo Qiuyan smiled secretly after feeling it, then firmly grabbed the other's hand, and whispered in Gu Yiqing's ear: "Take a bath first."

The latter heard that his eyes were narrowed, and the long eyelashes cast a fine silhouette on the skin, which was so charming in the dark that he couldn't stop: "Okay."

I don't know when, this earth-shattering sex finally calls off the guns.

Zuo Qiuyan hugged Gu Yiqing, who was falling apart, out of the bathroom, wiped his body carefully, then thoughtfully helped him put on his nightgown, and gently placed him on the big bed.

But Gu Yiqing's eyes were already red, tired and powerless, but she still endured Zuo Qiuyan's big hands brushing the sensitive spots on her body vaguely and couldn't fall asleep, so she couldn't help complaining angrily.

"Beasts."

Zuoqiu Yan naturally heard it clearly, and said with a smile: "If Yiqing wants to continue, it's fine."

Gu Yiqing's heart trembled, and she quickly stretched out her hand to pull the quilt over.Zuo Qiuyan couldn't help laughing when he saw that his limbs were going to be paralyzed and he was going to lift the quilt, so he stepped forward to help him pull the quilt up, and by the way, took him into his arms, and kissed him lightly before crying red in his chest s eyes.

"Go to sleep."

Gu Yiqing was already too tired to speak, so she immediately fell asleep in the other party's arms when she heard it, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Moonlight disk, like a dream come true.

The next day.

On the top of Mount Tai, the darkness before dawn is so boundless, like a lurking dragon eager to try.

Before the first ray of sunshine arrived in the morning, Gu Yiqing was gently pushed awake in her sleep, muttered dissatisfiedly, and was about to turn around when suddenly her waist felt itchy, and she had to open her eyes laughingly.

Accompanied by the weak bedside lamp, Zuoqiu Yan had a wicked smile on his handsome face, admiring his sleeping appearance with great interest.

Gu Yiqing was awakened suddenly, and she stood up in a jerk, but was immediately hit by the pain in her waist and was about to collapse with a yell. Fortunately, Zuo Qiuyan hugged her in time, and the two of them rolled together.

"Hiss..." Gu Yiqing frowned and covered her waist - not only her waist, but even the back was aching slightly.The crazy memories of last night were immediately replayed in his mind, and he looked at Zuo Qiuyan in a daze after thinking about it.

"Does it still hurt?" Zuo Qiuyan put his hands on his waist and massaged gently.

Gu Yiqing stared at him steadfastly, then squeezed her own hand fiercely, then grinned and grinned in pain, then laughed: "So it wasn't a dream."

Zuo Qiuyan looked at his oolong behavior, and suddenly restrained his smile: "What are you doubting?"

"Eh? I just can't believe it." Seeing his face change, Gu Yiqing couldn't help shivering.

"Oh?" Zuoqiu Yan raised his eyebrows, exposing the seriousness he had just pretended: "Then let Yiqing feel again what happened last night."

Gu Yiqing swallowed, helped her waist, and weighed whether to agree to his words.

Seeing his expression, Zuoqiu Yan couldn't help rolling his eyes, and said teasingly, "It really is a pervert, are you really thinking about it?"

"Uh, otherwise?" Gu Yiqing couldn't make up her mind.

"Get up and watch the sunrise."

Gu Yiqing suddenly realized that he climbed to the top of Mount Tai when his legs were cramping, and he should watch the sunrise.As he spoke, he happily let Zuo Qiuyan help him up, quickly put on his coat, and the two went out holding hands.

When walking out, Gu Yiqing was stunned for a while, watching the snow falling outside the door, some corners of her mouth twitched and said: "A Yan, are you sure you want to watch the sunrise?"

"What's the matter?" Zuo Qiuyan looked at the heavy snow without feeling any fear.

"...It's okay, let's go to Guanri Peak to see it, and then go back to sleep for a long sleep!" Gu Yiqing immediately changed his face, his fighting spirit was high.

"What dragon, it's already eight o'clock after sunrise." Zuo Qiuyan rolled his eyes and said.

There are scattered tourists around, but few people come out because of the heavy snow.

Zuo Qiuyan and Gu Yiqing, one black and one green, were walking on the top of Mount Tai holding hands.The boots walked carefully through last night's ice and snow, and supported each other to advance towards Guanri Peak. The temperature of the palms was a little slight in the cold wind of the morning.

"Cold?"

The two who said these words at the same time were both stunned, staring at the light in each other's eyes, the self-evident tacit understanding seemed to have penetrated into each other's hearts.

Gu Yiqing raised her other hand to wrap around Zuoqiu Yan's exposed left hand, raised the corner of her mouth and pinched the other's face, and said in a naughty way: "Don't freeze, I feel sorry for you."

Zuoqiu Yan heard that a smile that could be called sunshine bloomed on his always cold face, like a Bingdi lotus blooming in the snow, it was so beautiful that people lost their minds.

He bent down to straighten Gu Yiqing's collar, and said in a low voice, "My wife, don't be cold."

Gu Yiqing blushed and frowned, "Who is my wife now?! You are my wife!"

Zuoqiu Yan's smile deepened: "My wife was hoarse last night, and she's still screaming so loudly now."

All of Gu Yiqing's words were stuck in her throat, unable to utter a single word.Zuo Qiuyan looked at his aggrieved appearance with great interest, and suddenly felt a lot of interest. He stepped forward and kissed the man's lips: "Let's go, the sun is about to rise."

In the seasons of the ancients, the road was foggy and slippery, and it was almost impossible to climb.And even above, Cangshan is covered with snow, and the sky is brightly lit in the south; looking at the evening sun shining on the city walls, Wenshui and Culai are picturesque, but halfway up the mountain is full of fog.

The two walked up to the Riguan Pavilion on foot, and before they had finished their journey, they heard a familiar voice: "Look, Dad, the sun is beginning to shine in the sky, the sun is about to come out!"

"Well, Yang Yang is going to take a picture of him."

"Yanyan, cousin." Zuoqiu Yang saw the two of them startled for a moment, as if thinking about what happened last night, and then quickly returned to his usual smile: "Yanyan, I still don't understand what you said yesterday .”

"What?" Zuoqiu Yan asked.

"Like and love," Zuoqiu Yang blinked, "You said you love your cousin, so you can kiss, is that true?"

"Hmm." Zuoqiu Yan said vaguely.

"Don't you like not to kiss?"

Zuoqiu Yan's eyes wandered, and just happened to bump into Zuo Qiujie's. Those eyes were deep, and he couldn't read his thoughts at all.

Maybe it was father and son, Zuo Qiuyan felt that he understood, so he suddenly pointed behind Zuo Qiuyang and said, "Sunrise."

Strong winds and snow hit the face.The east of the pavilion is full of clouds from its feet.Slightly seeing dozens of white scorpions standing in the clouds, this is the mountain.The clouds in the extreme sky are of different colors, and they become colorful in an instant.In the sun, it is as red as a dan, and there is a red light below, shaking and bearing it.In other words, this is the East China Sea.Looking back at the sun and looking at the west peak, whether you get the sun or not, the color is crimson and bright, but they are all like a hunchback.

The ancients once described this sunrise as dreamlike and dreamy.Seeing it now, it really lives up to its reputation.Zuoqiu Yang immediately put the question back in his mind excitedly, held up the DSLR and started shooting continuously.

"Shoot more shots." Zuo Qiujie said with a smile.

"it is good."

Gu Yiqing smiled and took Zuo Qiuyan's hand, and the two naturally leaned together.Zuoqiu Jie shifted his gaze from Zuoqiu Yang to them, with inquiry in his eyes.

Zuo Qiuyan looked at his father for a few seconds, then tightly held Gu Yiqing's hand, as if to signal something.And Gu Yiqing also raised her eyebrows, as if announcing the wedding ceremony.

Zuo Qiujie looked at the two of them with complicated eyes, a little helplessness and other unknown emotions mixed in the dark pupils.

In front is Zuoqiu Yang who is still holding the camera and taking pictures, with a smile on his excited face.The three people behind him stood together in a strange atmosphere: Zuo Qiuyan stood in the middle, Gu Yiqing leaned on his left side, their hands were tightly intertwined; Zuo Qiujie stood on his right side, After a certain distance, the eyes looking at the two are incomprehensibly complicated.

I don't know what kind of strange force seems to draw the three of them tightly together, and there are silk threads that are constantly being cut and messed up between each other—as if the endless entanglement of the previous life is faintly visible in the undercurrent of this life.

The wind blows, blowing the three people's large windbreakers, like the memory of Lichen from the previous life.The three of them felt that such an atmosphere seemed a bit weird, not only was it an inherently weird atmosphere, but also a kind of retrospect from the past—as if a long time ago, the three of them stood like this, and there were some unknown differences between them. involve.

A wisp of snow drifted in, just falling on Zuoqiu Jie's slightly curled hair.Zuo Qiuyan casually raised his hand to take it off, letting the snowflakes fly down and sink into the abyss.

An action, like an arousal thousands of years ago.

After a while, Zuoqiujie turned his gaze back to Zuoqiu Yang, who was still happily taking pictures in front, with doting and tenderness.And Zuo Qiuyan and Gu Yiqing's eyes also shifted, either looking at the gorgeous sunrise, or looking at the young man taking pictures.

"The filming is over." Zuo Qiuyang proudly picked up the DSLR and said.

"Dad, take a look." Zuo Qiujie took it and admired it in his hands, the smile on his lips never letting go.

Gu Yiqing suddenly asked: "Hey, why isn't Doctor Xiaobai with you?"

Zuoqiu Yang scratched his head: "Yan Chu, call him to turn off the phone, go ask Uncle Lan, he said he went to play with senior brother."

"Oh." Gu Yiqing nodded thoughtfully, and said, "It seems that Doctor Xiaobai and Chengzi have a good relationship."

"Yes, senior brother finally made friends, it's great." Zuoqiu Yang said with a smile.

Gu Yiqing was about to ask something, but was suddenly interrupted by Zuoqiuyan, who gestured to Zuoqiujie's presence with his eyes, and Gu Yiqing also laughed and passed by knowingly.

"Father, it's time for us to go back." Zuo Qiuyan said, "Yesterday Section Chief Yu called me, and the Metropolitan Police Department should start working."

"Well, I've already called Chang Guang to pick it up." Zuo Qiujie said, "You can go back after breakfast."

"Hey~ That's the end of the holiday." Gu Yiqing stretched her waist, then squinted her eyes and looked at Zuo Qiuyan beside her, showing a happy smile.

"Nervous." Zuo Qiuyan said with a smile, and then took his hand.

Room E1201

In a daze, Chu Cheng felt that the people around him kept trembling, accompanied by hoarse and helpless wailing in his ears.

"It's so cold..."

Chu Cheng woke up immediately, and hurriedly fished out the unconscious Song Yanchu. The other party was trembling, his cheeks were flushed, he was covered in cold sweat, and his breath was hot like fire.

"Wake up at the beginning of Yan." Chu Cheng stroked Song Yanchu's forehead, and it was really hot.

"Backtracking...so cold..."

"Don't be afraid, let's go down the mountain to the hospital." Chu Cheng wrapped Song Yanchu tightly with a quilt, and calmly dialed Lan You's number.

"Master?" Lan You replied calmly.

"Get the plane ready in 10 minutes, and I'm going back." Chu Cheng frowned and ordered solemnly.

"Yes." Lan You heard that the sternness in Chu Cheng's words was unquestionable, he wisely did not ask any more questions, and went to work immediately.

Chu Cheng put down the phone, took out his clothes and changed them, and quickly helped Song Yanchu change his clothes.

"Cold..." Song Yanchu murmured weakly, the corners of his eyes were moist.

"Hey, don't cry, I'll take you back." Chu Cheng wiped away Song Yanchu's tears and coaxed him distressedly, and put all the clothes he could wear on Song Yanchu's body.

****

An hour later, Chu Cheng took Song Yanchu back to Chu's residence. He hurried back to the room with Song Yanchu in his arms, and the family doctor who had been arranged earlier also came in for diagnosis and treatment.

After a while of drumming, he calmed down after taking a strong antipyretic injection.

"Young Master Chu, you also need to take some medicine." A doctor suggested after helping his eyes.

"No problem, how is he?" Chu Cheng sat beside Song Yanchu's bed, holding his hand.

"I have a high fever at the moment, but I have received antipyretic injections, and my condition is stable, and I feel comfortable after a night's sleep."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Chu Cheng stood up and thanked him.

"You also remember to take your medicine."

"Ah."

After the doctor left, Xiaoru brought some porridge: "Master, it's better to eat something before taking medicine."

"Oh, by the way, where are Yan Chu's things?" Chu Cheng asked strangely. Speaking of which, as soon as he entered the room, he felt that the room lacked a lot of things.

"Yesterday, the housekeeper of the Song family came to clean up. It's been a month. Doctor Song should go home."

Chu Cheng remained silent, and a stone sank into the lake of his heart.

"Master, I'm going out first."

"Okay." Chu Cheng said lightly.

Everything returned to calm again, Chu Cheng quietly looked at the person who was still sleeping on the bed, maybe it was due to the effect of the medicine, Song Yanchu didn't have cold sweats anymore, just fell asleep peacefully.

Chu Cheng also suddenly felt very tired. It has only been a dozen hours since last night, but what happened made him overwhelmed. A Song Yanchu made him so confused.

two hours later.

"Hmm..." Song Yanchu muttered in a daze, and gradually opened his eyes.

Chu Cheng was awakened by the slight sound, and quickly sat beside Song Yanchu, holding his hand and said softly, "What's uncomfortable, tell me."

Song Yanchu saw the person in front of him clearly, and a burst of panic made him subconsciously pull out the hand that was being held, and moved back again and again wrapped in the quilt, as if Chu Cheng in front of him was a scourge, his big eyes were full of panic and sadness.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Cheng frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry..." Song Yanchu whimpered and kept apologizing, his face was full of panic, and his whole body was trembling with weakness.

"It's not your fault, it's my fault." Chu Cheng held Song Yanchu into his arms distressedly, "I forgot Yanchu, I'm sorry."

Song Yanchu trembled all over, sobbing helplessly but did not dare to resist.

"Don't cry." Chu Chengxin hugged the person in his arms tightly, and gently stroked his back to comfort him, "Be obedient, I will take you to play when you recover from illness."

"Beginning."

The gentle and deep voice interrupted Chu Cheng's words, and also made Song Yanchu stop crying.

"Brother...Brother." Song Yanchu was taken aback, as if he had found a life-saving rope, he quickly pushed Chu Cheng off the bed, and ran towards the man at the door precariously.

Song Yanmo hugged Song Yanchu into his arms, looked at his sobbing younger brother and said softly, "Don't be afraid, brother has brought you home."

"Brother..." Song Yanchu hugged Song Yanmo tightly, buried his head in his arms, and nodded anxiously.

Song Yanmo coaxed softly, until the person in his arms calmed down, he put his gaze on Chu Cheng, raised a somewhat polite smile and said, "Master Chu will take care of my brother these days."

Chu Cheng clenched his fists and said in a cold tone, "No need."

"Brother, why don't you leave?" Song Yanchu looked anxious, crying heavily.

"Leave right away, brother is here, and no one will bully you." Song Yanmo smiled slightly, and his gentle smile swept away Song Yanchu's panic and helplessness.

"Yan Chu, I still have something to tell you..." Chu Cheng called softly.

Song Yanchu immediately hugged Song Yanmo tightly when he heard it, he was too scared to say anything, and didn't respond at all.

"Even if there is a storm outside, the flowers and plants in the house can grow very luxuriantly. Once these flowers and plants are moved out, do you know what will happen?" Song Yanmo looked at Chu Cheng with eyes somewhat similar to those of Song Yanchu. His eyes reveal a kind of calmness and wisdom, his tone is calm without any questioning, but it is better than thousands of scolding.

Chu Chengyang made a wry smile and laughed at himself: "Sometimes, I also hate myself."

Song Yanmo looked at Song Yanchu who was gradually sleeping in his arms, and said peacefully, "When Yanchu was ten years old, he had a high fever and almost killed him, but his brain has been damaged."

"So he..." Chu Cheng moved his lips unnaturally.

"He can take care of himself and lead a normal life, but in some aspects, such as dealing with people... he has always been very simple." Song Yanmo said calmly, "You also know that Yan Chu is like a child. Before he called Tell me I like you, I know it will end like this."

Chu Cheng was speechless, and stood in front of Song Yanmo dumbly, his clenched fists turning white.

"Yanchu is very simple, I can't understand your complicated thoughts, you should stay away from him." Song Yanmo left the room with Song Yanchu in his arms.

Chu Cheng still didn't say anything. He watched Song Yanmo take Song Yanchu away from him like this, but he didn't dare to ask Song Yanchu to stay. He didn't want anyone to hurt Song Yanchu, but he didn't know that the one who hurt him the most was himself.

He returned to his room, sat down on the edge of the bed tiredly, his eyes fell on the photo frame, and Mu Yin's eyes as bright as glass revealed a kind of dust that understood the world.

"Yuyin." Chu Cheng looked at the quiet but soft and affectionate eyes in the photo, "If there is a thousand reincarnations, I am very glad that I found you and Yan Chu."

Thousands of years ago, the promise was "If you don't leave, I will never give up. Even if you leave, I will never give up."

"Cheng, let's go down to eat."

Chu Cheng shifted his gaze from the photo frame to the elegant man leaning against the door, his gentle smile was better than the warmth of the spring breeze: "Have you finished your work?"

"I can't finish my work. It's not like you. You can sleep freely when you are on vacation." Mu Yin glared at Chu Cheng and smiled lightly.

"Just woke up." Chu Cheng yawned, wrapped his strong arms around Miu Yin's waist, and slumped lazily on the other's back, "Mountain climbing is really tiring, let alone climbing with my wife in my arms. "

"My husband has worked hard." Mu Yin smiled lightly and pinched Chu Cheng's face, "Why did you keep looking at the photo frame just now?"

"I miss you." Chu Cheng tenderly kissed Mu Yin's cheek.

"Is there anything to think about, and it's not that you're not at home." Mu Yin said with a chuckle.

"But I want to see you every second." Chu Cheng looked at Mu Yin fondly and smiled.

"Young Master Chu's sweet talk really came out of his mouth." Mu Yin looked at Chu Cheng meaningfully.

"It's not all for you. I won't say it after you don't like it." Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows, showing a sinister expression.

"Let's go." Mu Yin tugged at Chu Cheng's collar angrily: "Go down quickly, don't keep your parents waiting."

"Huh? Shouldn't my dad ask Song Changxin to go fishing on weekends?" Chu Cheng blinked suspiciously.

"Your father said that Uncle Song... is going to the cemetery today."

"Ok?"

"Today is the memorial day for Uncle Song's youngest son." Mu Yin's expression became more serious.

"I see..." Chu Cheng showed some sympathy.

"I heard that his youngest son had a high fever when he was ten years old, and his condition was very serious, and he couldn't be rescued in the end." Mu Yin shook his head and sighed softly.

"Everything is impermanent."

——Volume One·End——

☆、Chapter 24

Jingzhou, November 2012

Mei Zhen's orchid fingers trembled again and again, and finally made up her mind and knocked hard on Gu Yiqing's office door.Step by step, he walked on thin ice, and slowly approached the person at the desk who was smiling like a spring breeze.

"Mr. Gu."

"Why?" Gu Yiqing glanced at him with rare emotion, the smile on his mouth was still bright.

"Why do you laugh so disgustingly, what about Fachun?"

"Go away, what's the matter?"

Mei Zhen gave a ambiguous smile, and put out a stack of planning proposals in front of him: "I wrote half of the planning proposals for this year's Christmas concert."

Gu Yiqing took it and put it aside: "I'll give it to you in three days, is there anything else?"

Having said this, Mei Zhen suddenly became serious: "I heard that the drug trade has exploded again recently."

"Oh? The big drug lord hasn't been caught yet." Gu Yiqing asked.

"Maybe, and the drug has started to circulate in the entertainment circle. Several rock singers in the company next door have been found to have taken it." Mei Zhen shrugged.

Gu Yiqing thought for a while, and then said: "I will report the situation to Brother Ying, and strengthen the control of the personnel here."

"That's good, don't flow towards us."

After Mei Yao left, Gu Yiqing returned to her usual smile, happily fiddled with her mobile phone, squinted her eyes to read the text message just sent, it was especially warm under the sunlight.

It's another beautiful weekend, even if the work in the entertainment industry is not divided into weekends, its meaning will not change.

Gu Yiqing goes back to live in Zuoqiu's house every weekend, and goes back to her small bungalow with Zuoqiuyan on weekdays, very regularly.

The smile on the corner of his mouth deepened after reading this, he stretched himself, picked up the plan and began to work seriously.

【Chu House】

As night fell, Chu's restaurant was always quiet, following the principle of not talking when eating, and the family dined elegantly.The former family of four now has one less person.

After the meal, the waiter cleared away the tableware, Chu Jing finally said after holding back for a long time: "I'm going to call my brother out"

"Don't disturb brother." Fu Shui shook his head.

"Mom, my brother hasn't left the room for three days, just like brother Miaoyin passed away, and he hasn't eaten." Chu Jing continued with a look of confusion, "Didn't my brother and Dr. Song always get along well?" Are you happy?"

"Your brother will be careful, and he will come out when he thinks it through." Although Fu Shui was worried, she believed that her son could solve it by himself.

"No, something will happen to my brother." Chu Jing shook her head and ran away from the restaurant after speaking.

Chu Jing brought some food, ran to the door of Chu Cheng's room, and cleverly took the spare key to open the door.As soon as the door was opened, there was a pungent smell of strong alcohol. The room had not been ventilated for a long time, and the air was mixed with dampness like stale wood. The room was dark with no lights turned on, and the silence was like a gloomy morgue.

Chu Jing sneezed forcefully, trembling all over, tiptoed in and turned on the light, swallowed his saliva and said cautiously, "Brother? Are you there?"

He walked towards the bedroom while shouting, knocked on the door politely, but no one opened it after a long time, Chu Jing tentatively pushed the pear wooden door, but it was not locked.The room was still dark, and the smell of alcohol was even more pungent, almost suffocating. Only the bathroom was lit, and there was the sound of water rushing.

Just as Chu Jing was about to run to the door of the bathroom and yelled, the door opened, and Chu Cheng walked out from inside and went straight into the cloakroom.

"Brother, do you want to go out?" Chu Jing knocked on the door of the cloakroom.

"Ah."

After a while Chu Cheng came out, put on a dark blue coat, a large gray scarf, and a cotton hat. He picked up the car keys and left the room. A series of movements seemed mechanical.

The dark red sports car is galloping in the fast ring, drifting and sliding perfectly through the [-]-degree bend, under the strong centrifugal force, the car draws a beautiful arc

There is no snow tonight, and the night is very clear.

***

Stalker, the most luxurious club in Jingzhou, is also the entertainment place of choice for rich kids.

Chu Cheng parked his car directly at the door, and he could smell the rich sweetness of the perfume as soon as he got out of the car. Speaking of which, he came here only a handful of times, because Mu Yin didn't like it.

Under the leadership of the waiter, Chu Cheng walked into the club, with loud music in his ears, and under the dim light, those celebrities from all walks of life who were dressed in suits and leather shoes during the day, unsmiling and unsmiling, released to their heart's content, venting the pressure of the metropolis.

"Cognac." Chu Cheng said calmly, and casually glanced at the two waiters beside him.

"Nephew Chu Xian, strong alcohol hurts your body." A thick but domineering voice reached Chu Cheng's ears.

Chu Cheng looked up at the person who came, and he replied: "President Tu."

The person who came was Stalker's Boss Tu Zhang. Under the strong flickering light, he was wearing a light-colored suit. There was a faint oppression between his majestic sword-like brows, which was domineering but not obvious. Yin but not leaking, it hides a lot of treachery, and there is a confident smile on the edge of the knife-like lips.

"Nephew Chu Xian is so born?" Tu Zhang said with a smile.

"Where?" Chu Cheng drank a large glass of wine in one gulp, the heat in his throat piercing his nerves.

"My nephew didn't come here to get drunk, did he?" Tu Zhang pressed down on Chu Cheng's wine glass with a lot of meaning.

"Did you come here to drink orange juice?" Chu Cheng asked without answering, and drank another glass of strong wine while speaking.

"Hahaha, my nephew is good at drinking, so I won't accompany you any longer." Tu Zhang smiled, with a strange look on his face, and left quickly.

Chu Cheng stared closely at the back of Tu Zhang. After drinking the third cup of Cognac, a burst of heat hit his forehead. He continued to ask the waiter to serve the wine, repeating the same action, pouring full alcohol.He liked the feeling of the hot liquor hitting his throat, filling his whole body, and hitting his forehead more and more, as if only this could sweep away his boredom and anxiety.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that all the nerves in his head were glued together, he was unable to think about anything, he was floating up and down as light as a wave, and the liquid in his stomach was churning wildly, like a tsunami sweeping away. To break through his internal organs.Gradually, even the vision became blurred, the sky and the earth were spinning, and the shadows of people overlapped and scattered. Everything seemed like a dream, a very long dream.

He didn't know how he walked out of that noisy place, like stepping on cotton, without any focus.

"Young Master Chu?" A handsome man came over to support Chu Cheng, and said with a slightly worried expression, "Young Master Chu, I'll take you home, you can't drive like this."

"roll."

"Young Master Chu, don't do this, it's dangerous." The man stuck up again to support Chu Cheng.

Chu Cheng frowned, trying to push this strange man away, but he couldn't even control his movements, so he got entangled with that man at the door weirdly.

When he was drowsy, a familiar soft voice came: "Excuse me, sir, I am Chu Cheng's friend, and I will take him back."

Chu Cheng subconsciously hugged that person with his hands, and fell into the darkness with peace of mind, only knowing that the long-lost warmth has been surrounding him...

the next day.

Chu Cheng's car was parked next to a small bungalow. He rang the doorbell, and the door was opened by a gentle man in his early thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a sense of mystery.

"Hugo, quite on time." The man smiled.

"Axi." Chu Cheng nodded.

This man is Su Xi, a psychiatrist Chu Cheng met when he was studying abroad, and now he is also a new generation of authoritative figures in the domestic psychology field.

"come in."

"Ah."

Su Xi took Chu Cheng into a warm study room. There were two sofas facing each other in the study room. This is where he communicated with patients.

"Is it because of him that you came to see me?" Su Xi poured a cup of warm tea for Chu Cheng.

Chu Cheng's expression was a little weird, he shook his head, and said indifferently: "It's not a nonsense."

"Tell me." Su Xi maintained an elegant smile and was sitting on the sofa opposite Chu Cheng.

"Something has happened recently." Chu Cheng took a sip of tea, "Things are very strange, but I don't think it's strange, but I should feel strange."

"for example."

"For example, memory." Chu Cheng's eyes wavered slightly, "Some memories that can't belong to me, but really belong to me, some things I haven't experienced, but I seem to have experienced them, and more." Speaking of this , Chu Cheng frowned, "Like a person in a dream, no matter how unbelievable what happened, he can accept it."

"Until this incident is unbelievable enough to scare you, to the point where you wish you were dreaming, trying desperately to open your eyes and wake up." Su Xi smiled slightly, "Could something have happened that made you want to escape and wake up?" come over?"

Chu Cheng pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said wearily: "I don't know what I want, sometimes I really hope that all this is a dream."

"Even if it's a dream, whether it's a good dream or a nightmare, you have to experience what you should experience until the alarm clock rings." Su Xi said calmly, "We have nowhere to escape, we can only go on, when Mu Yin left you , I told you that too."

"Until the alarm clock goes off..."

"You are too tired." Su Xi took out an old pocket watch and walked in front of Chu Cheng, "You should have a good sleep."

tick, tick...

tick, tick...

Time and space change, when the gears of reincarnation slowly rotate.

Every day is still going on step by step, and I don’t know how many snows after winter, the sky and the earth are covered with snow, as if a heavy snow can cover everything in this world.

The snow that had fallen all day finally stopped at dusk, and the gardeners in the courtyard were diligently clearing the snow and tidying up the big houses of wealthy people.

"Master, you are back." The servants nodded their greetings to Chu Cheng who had just returned from the procuratorate.

Chu Cheng was dressed in a black prosecutor's uniform and a woolen coat. His face was calm and calm. He stepped on the soft snow step by step, leaving countless footprints.

Xuexu was awakened by the slight vibration and fell rustlingly.

Since he came back from Su Xi's house that day, he didn't feel groggy anymore, and he returned to the procuratorate to continue his work the next day. No one dared to ask him about Song Yanchu, and he didn't mention it again.

Chu Cheng returned to the study as usual. The room had been tidied up and restored to its usual clean and tidy state. He lit some sandalwood and was quiet and concentrated.

At this time, the phone rang suddenly, it was a number that had not been saved but had appeared on his phone many times, and he answered it clearly.

"How is Zuoqiu Yang's investigation?"

"He is Zuo Qiujie's adopted son, and his identity information does show traces of falsification. According to the time calculation, it is largely the child who was brought back from Russia by Zuo Qiujie, but this does not prove anything." The other party was heavy and calm. sounded.

"It was an internal strife in the Russian Mafia back then. The leader Poseidon lost his family and had a son who disappeared." Chu Cheng tapped on the table, his eyes were cold and ruthless, "Perhaps Zuo Qiujie had contact with Poseidon back then. "

"But he has no motive to become a black policeman."

"As long as you have a goal, Uncle Tao, you don't believe me?" Chu Cheng smiled coldly with the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"This matter seems to be deeply involved, so be careful."

"Well, I have a sense of proportion." Chu Cheng lowered his tone, "By the way, the anti-narcotics department has recently focused on the transnational drug cartel on the Sino-Russian border again."

"It seems to be that the drug trafficking group has been making a lot of noise recently, and its activities have become more frequent. The anti-drug division is already on alert."

"This drug cartel is the breakthrough point of all clues." Chu Cheng pressed his eyebrows.

"Indeed, I will notify you as soon as there is any clue from the Anti-Narcotics Division."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, a text message came, which turned out to be Song Yanchu.

Chu Cheng's eyes moved slightly, and he still opened it to look: "Sorry to bother you, the blue gift box I gave you last time is a very important thing left by my grandfather. Since you don't like it, can you return it to me? I know You don't want to see me, you can ask Xiao Jing to give it to me, if you throw it away, thank you."

Chu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and read that paragraph of text again, his face became more and more ugly, and he felt as if the mountain and the rain were about to come.As if he had made up his mind, he walked away quickly with a cold and stern face. He just came back and immediately put on his coat and went out.

The dusk after the snow is a bit clear, but it still represents the end of the day.

If the dusk does not come, how can the dawn come?

****

Sending the last patient to the door, Song Yanchu breathed a deep sigh of relief. Whenever he was free, he always felt empty in his heart. It turns out that this is the feeling of missing someone. Know how he is?

"What should I do..." Song Yanchu felt remorseful and sad, knowing that Xiao Su loved Miuyin so much, and he still said those words that day, no wonder Xiao Su was so angry.

Thinking of this, Song Yanchu had never been so irritable. He was afraid of seeing Chu Cheng but wanted to see him so much. Just when he was so conflicted that he was about to blow up, there was a loud noise outside the door.

"Sir, Dr. Song is off work, please make an appointment."

With a cold face, Chu Cheng ignored the persuasion of the nurse next to him, walked directly to Song Yanchu's consulting room, broke through the door, and stared at Song Yanchu who was terrified and astonished in front of him.

The room is very warm, Song Yanchu in front of him only