When I came out I picked up a nemesis

"You've seen it."

"Oh?" Xie Chengzhang looked at the photo in Xie Ruiyan's hand with interest, "What is it?"

When he saw the signature on the blank space on the back of the photo, his expression became not so good.

"Alexandrea."

Xie Ruiyan slowly turned the side of the photo to Xie Chengzhang's eyes.

"You get the cruise ship ready, put a few sharks down there, as many as possible, and I'll jump right away."

"You are so brave, dare to mention this in front of me." Xie Chengzhang frowned fiercely, his loving face became ferocious, but he covered his eyes with his palm.

"Why don't I dare?"

Xie Ruiyan has a set of old photos in his hand, which is a group shot by French freelance photographer Alexandre A., called "Flowers of Blood".

It was Xie Ruiyan's biological mother, Xie Chengzhang's second wife Lin Rennian who was photographed.

At that time, Lin Rennian's business was decided, even though Xie Chengzhang asked the bodyguards to take away all the dangerous items.Just before jumping into the sea, Lin Rennian took Xie Chengzhang's cigar, cut it and wiped his throat, turned over and fell into the sea.

There were many sharks in that area of ​​the ocean, and the blood caught their attention. After a short while, the sharks gathered around and gnawed in groups, which also turned the sweet trip of Xie Chengzhang and his beloved wife into a nightmare.

A. I happened to shoot this scene, the stumps in the picture are not clear, the sea covers the woman's dress floating with the waves, the fish are churning bloody, but there is a bit of cruel beauty of blood roses.

When Xie Ruiyan was still in elementary school, once an anonymous person in his family sent this set of photos. Xie Chengzhang saw it, tore it up immediately, and vomited for a long time while hugging the toilet.

With Xie Chengzhang's penny-pinching character, he didn't pursue the responsibility of the opponent behind him for "killing his heart", which made Xie Ruiyan and other brothers and sisters quite curious.

But their curiosity can only be put away silently.No one would feel better if he angered his father.

On the day Xie Ruiyan became an adult, Xu Zhichan gave Xie Ruiyan the truth, and he continued to explore along the truth, and found the answer that shocked him.

The photographer is a China hand who is not very good at learning Chinese, and the most correct pronunciation is his professional vocabulary "shutter".

The photographer used the most words when talking about Lin Rennian. Xie Ruiyan wanted to cry every time he heard it.

The conversation with this photographer also became an opportunity for Xie Ruiyan to learn French.Language is a tool, a pain, and a key to truth.

The more he learns, the more he learns from the chatty photographer

The weather at the time, the size of the cruise ship, the place where the mother fell, the gesture of holding the dagger, how many sharks there were, what part to bite first... everything is known.

Xie Ruiyan went from crying to numbness, to looking at the set of photos over and over again, asking himself why.

But in this world, not all questions can be answered, and there is never a shortage of unsolved cases.

Compared with those bloody, fleshy, blurred images, the small tattoos on the wrists are really nothing.

It doesn't matter to add some other things, as long as Xie Chengzhang knows that he is no longer the little music box that was turned at will with his father's mood and decisions as his priority.

Xie Ruiyan shook off old certificates in front of Xie Chengzhang.

With a gloomy face, Xie Chengzhang tried to snatch the rest of the photos from Xie Ruiyan's hands

"Where did you find it, where did it come from? Who gave it to you?! Bring it to me, hurry up, don't keep a single piece!"

Xie Chengzhang's breathing was disordered, and his pupils were tightly closed, "Nizi, I raised you so big and gave you a life of luxury, and you use such photos to anger me. Who gave you the photos? Who gave you the photos? How can someone be so vicious in this world?"

"Vicious. So, you also think others are vicious?"

"How can you say that about me? I'm your father, why don't you consider my mood!"

"You forced my mother to death, and you used grandma's death as a weight. You used to let the people around me walk and disperse. I didn't know why in the past. I just thought of it as my sister said, the love you gave Too heavy, but—”

"But to establish a normal relationship with others, I fight for myself, what did I do wrong?"

"I am your father, and I will not harm you. For you, I am willing to pick up this long hair that makes my partners and competitors laugh, do you understand? I love you, but you turn a blind eye, You are wolf-hearted and don't want to repay my kindness of nurturing. Tell me, besides you, which other son would treat his father like this?"

Xie Chengzhang picked up the photos one by one, and couldn't bear to look at them, tearing them up, "That Han Qiao, I can let the past go. As long as you leave him, don't touch him again, and be my good son, I will agree." You, stop putting pressure on that small company, I can give them their future."

"You are so arrogant, do you think you can defeat Han Qiao like this?"

"I just want to return my good son, what did I do wrong?!"

"There's nothing wrong with you." Xie Ruiyan frowned in pain, and said in a low voice, "In this case, I will give you the good son you want."

Xie Ruiyan took out an old antique cigar cutter, which was a small gift from Xie Chengzhang to the young He Tong, and it was he who instigated her to light her first cigar.

She was 16 years old that year.

"Why are the things I sent out in your hands?"

"Do you remember whom you gave it to?"

"I gave away so many things, how could I remember them all? You will remember what you ate every day?"

"You don't remember. You don't remember."

Xie Ruiyan raised the cigar cutter and looked over with a fixed gaze.

"What are you doing?" Xie Chengzhang retreated subconsciously from Xie Ruiyan, and asked cautiously, "Your mother died by herself, and you still want to use this substitute to avenge her?"

"I won't hurt you."

"When I die, you can make me a specimen."

"You can, play with it however you want."

"I hate myself day and night, for nothing but your blood."

"I almost forgot, you're sick of blood, you can't make a specimen yourself. I have the phone number of a professional taxidermist in my pocket. After the forensic doctor performs my autopsy, you can contact her."

Xie Ruiyan cut his wrist along the semicolon mark, blood flowed out, hit the ground crackling, and formed a puddle of blood after a while.

Xie Ruiyan is afraid of pain. Since he was a child, he saw his father beating and scolding his elder brothers and sisters in the "tiger style education".

But Xie Chengzhang was very careful with him and never beat him easily.The idiom of "killing chickens to warn monkeys" was deeply embedded in Xie Ruiyan's heart.

He was afraid of injury and pain, afraid of bleeding like his sister, and the injury he suffered was only because he snatched the electric guitar from his father, because Ru Cunxin accidentally pushed him down the stairs and broke his leg when he first moved into Xie's house.

The wrist is very painful, but the pain is okay.

Xie Ruiyan and Han Qiao promised that they would do anything for Han Qiao.

His heart has long been dedicated to his lover together with his dimples.

Sooner or later, he will stand in the sun, side by side with Han Qiao, holding hands.

He wants to stand on the most dazzling stage, and he wants Han Qiao to sit in the middle of the auditorium, throw a yellow rose, and let everyone watch Han Qiao catch it.

He wants to forget Xie Chengzhang, the blood relationship that cannot be cut off objectively, and only remember Han Qiao.

For this reason, he does not hesitate to use any method, even if it hurts himself, as long as it has an effect on Xie Chengzhang.

Xie Chengzhang's shoulders shook suddenly, seeing Xie Ruiyan's wrist covered in blood, he felt dizzy.

He raised his eyes again, and saw Xie Ruiyan's dimples were deep, just like his mother's back then.

"You didn't feel dizzy before, it seems that it started after my mother died?"

"Mother wanted to leave you back then, so she didn't even want to leave you a complete body. But I won't be 'cruel' like that. Of course, cruelty and viciousness are what you said, and the obedient son you want, I can give it to you."

"Papa, I wish you all your wishes come true."

Xie Ruiyan changed hands and held the scissors instead, intending to make a second cut on the neck

Xie Chengzhang rushed forward and firmly grasped Xie Ruiyan's wrist.

"You are crazy, just like her." Xie Chengzhang let go of his hand and wept. Compared with the pain of ordinary people, it was more like the compassion of a crocodile. "There is no mental disorder in our family, let alone you. You are a rebellious person, you are not worthy to be my son, so get out, the farther you get out, the better."

He stared at the small dimple on the third son's cheek, as if he wanted to see the person he loved the most before through it.

But he couldn't see anything, there was only a son in front of him who was too similar to his mother, and everything didn't go his way.

Studies, work, hobbies, personality, and sexual orientation.

If Xie San was a girl, it would be easy to handle, but unfortunately he was rebellious and stuck in his throat. Xie Chengzhang couldn't swallow, so he had to give up.

He still keeps his wife's frozen eggs and has the opportunity to raise an excellent and obedient daughter.

Even became his most heartfelt wife.

This son was completely disabled by him, and he couldn't have it anymore.

After Xie Chengzhang saw him say the "expulsion order", the corners of Xie Ruiyan's lips turned up uncontrollably.

Xie Chengzhang was out of anger.

"Okay, you just want me to leave you alone, don't you?!"

"Do you think I care about how much effort you have spent and how much time you have wasted making money? Do you know how tiring it is for a man to raise a child?" Xie Chengzhang paced around the room anxiously, and finally threw the cigar clippers to the door as if giving up. On the wall, he pointed at Xie Ruiyan's nose and cursed, "How did I raise such a son as you? Get the hell out of here!"

"It's the same for you." Xie Ruiyan turned against the light, narrowed his eyes slightly, but his smile gradually deepened, and the eyebrows and eyes seemed a little different from when he came here, "You are not worthy to be my father."

The sun is shining brightly, sprinkled on the way back to the hotel.

After the status restriction was lifted, Xie Ruiyan lived in Meng Xun's house, but in the end he was still not used to it and changed hotels several times.

I won the bet, the chip is my life, my wrist hurts, but the result is good.

He has won for himself a right that he never dared to think of in the past-to completely get rid of his father's desire to control.

But there was very little he could do for Han Qiao.

Xie Ruiyan clicked on WeChat and sent a voice message: "Director Liu, has Mr. Han still suffered from insomnia recently?"

Liu Ling didn't take the initiative to contact Xie Ruiyan during this time, but he replied quickly: "He slept soundly. Let me tell you, the old doctor you found for him is really useful. I have also done acupuncture at the doctor's place recently, and my shoulder is sore. My waist is not sore, and I even feel like I can give birth."

"That's good." Xie Ruiyan said, "That's good."

"Why is your voice trembling? Are you crying? Since you both broke up, don't miss him too much. Take care of yourself. I heard that your shit father is very difficult. If you need my help, just call me , I can't fight, and in terms of output, I am second only to Ah Qiao."

"I'm fine, I'm just a little sore."

"I ate so well when I went back to my home, did you spoil my stomach? I understand, take it easy."

"Okay, thank you Director Liu for your concern."

"You're welcome, I broke up with Han Qiao, you are my friend too."

Hearing "breakup" one after another, Xie Ruiyan didn't know what Han Qiao and Liu Ling said, raised the back of his hand, wiped away the tears that fell suddenly, and continued to speak: "We didn't break up. If he asks me, please Tell him I'm fine."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Ruiyan looked at his wrist.He walked all the way from his home to the vicinity of the hotel. After a long time, the wound had solidified, but he didn't do any treatment.

He came with cigar clippers sterilized so there was no need to worry about tetanus.

But after talking with Liu Ling, Xie Ruiyan changed his footsteps.Just in case, go to the hospital and take a closer look.

His body is not only his own, but also Han Qiao's, as well as the concern of his friends.He is no longer a lone wolf staring longingly at the moon.

Thinking back to more than ten years ago, when he was hurt by guitar strings, Butler Wang anxiously came over with the first aid kit, and he curled up in his sister's arms.

Xie Weizhou wiped off the blood on his face, tears hotter than blood dripped on his chin again.

Xie Ruiyan suddenly smiled.

It turns out that time has passed so long, so long that I have someone I like and can't forget, and I have embraced differently from my relatives.

He will not let the breakup become a reality, as long as Han Qiao is still willing, they can start again at any time.

While Xie Ruiyan missed Han Qiao, he cherished a few artists and singers who were about to run away from light years.

He put them under the ring tone and signed a new contract, not relying on generous remuneration, but a fair reward mechanism, and the opportunity to obtain exclusive music composed and sung by Egon and other composers.

Although the negotiations were stumbling, they were smoother every time. After three or five times, Xie Ruiyan managed to do well, not losing to the vase vice president himself back then.

When he has time, he can't help checking Han Qiao's news.

Xie Ruiyan wasn't alone in missing him; without Xie Ruiyan's life, Han Qiao felt so empty, everything was wrong, more violent than last year's itching, like drinking a bottle of fake wine, and he couldn't get drunk even if he wanted to.

Xie Ruiyan didn't know how itchy Han Qiao was.

He regrouped offline, worked together with He Tong to expand the ringtone, became more productive online, and kept doing the same things he could do, but he diligently updated the dynamics of all accounts that Han Qiao knew, and tried his best to produce high-quality works.

Han Qiao only needs to see one of them.

All his works contain nostalgia.

Compose, dub, whisper.

Why didn't Han Qiao tell him anything.

Why didn't he call him home.

Is he mad at him, or really doesn't want him.

Han Qiao is on his way to Taixing.

Holding the zebra-print thermos that Xie Ruiyan bought with both hands, he reflected on everything that had happened in the past six months.

His personality cannot be said to be without problems. Behind his seemingly active life, he avoids talking about his feelings.

When he was interviewed by a magazine and "come out" with a high profile, he didn't think about explaining, firstly, this matter would not affect Fuxi too much, and secondly, there was no need to explain.Thirdly, he also wanted to catch a person he hadn't seen for many years to show up.

Yin Zixuan was eager to get rid of his relationship with that person, but Han Qiao patiently waited for the other person to come back to "settle accounts" with him.

That person did not appear, but Xie Ruiyan appeared in his life.

Xie Ruiyan abandoned Xie Shi and came here, but left for "Xie Shi".

After calming down, Han Qiao understood his worry, but thought there was no need to be afraid.

The Xie family has long been rotten from the root, maintaining a falsely prosperous chain industry, oppressing employees and sucking blood under the illusion. If things go on like this, it will affect the whole body, and it will become a paper house that can be pushed down.

Not so with Fuxi.

Han Qiao not only wants to continue their business, but also tells Xie Ruiyan with actions that Fuxi is not your little friend who can be dismissed back then, but a newborn calf who is not afraid of the behemoth Xie.

Don't worry, no one can do anything to us.

"do not worry."

"President Han, what did you say?"

"It's okay, Xiaozhuang."

"You've been absent-minded recently. Is it because of the breakup?"

After taking a sip of tea, Han Qiao glanced at Zhuang Bi: "Who said I broke up?"

Zhuang Bi was killed by the gentle and indifferent eyes cast from the passenger seat, and he withdrew his gaze and continued driving: "What Director Liu said has nothing to do with me."

Zhuang Bi waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait for the leader to anger another leader in front of him. When the next traffic light came, he only waited for the president's domineering and melancholy face.

The side face is beautiful and picturesque, and the movement of turning the lid of the vacuum flask is very elegant, like a noble lady, but this is not the point.

This time, they drove to the factory in Taixing to adjust the machine. After arriving, they directly discussed the quotation and insurance of equipment renewal with the machine supplier.

Han Qiao and the supplier walked together in the factory building. Before talking and laughing, a business contract renewal was negotiated. Zhuang Bi silently observed beside Han Qiao. Mr. Han seemed to be the same as usual, looking more confident and radiant.

Upon closer inspection, it was the same as when Beethoven passed away and Mr. Xie was not picked up. The smile was gentle, but the smile didn't reach the eyes, which made people unable to understand Mr. Han's inner thoughts.

After the supplier left, Han Qiao asked Factory Director Liu about his output this year.

Affected by the epidemic, although the profit of the same period this year cannot catch up with last year, but the future can be expected, the production line will be expanded, and the combination of labor and machines, they can be said to be the most famous in this industrial cluster, the title is loud, and they have withstood unexpected events test.

The epidemic has begun to subside. Talking about the situation next year, the positive and optimistic director Liu is even more invigorated, and he has imagined a big blueprint for everyone.

"The road is not so tortuous, but the future is infinitely bright."

He is a good factory manager, and he thought of many details before the bosses. Han Qiao listened carefully and wrote them down in his notebook.

Zhuang Bi was recording with a voice recorder.

While turning the pages, Director Liu and Assistant Zhuang vaguely saw yellow paper sandwiched between the first and last pages of the book, but the handwriting was different from that of Mr. Han himself. Both pages seemed to be written by the same person.

Zhuang Bi showed a meaningful expression, and Director Liu was more puzzled.

Mr. Han has no partner, and his family members passed away early. Factory Director Liu was very curious about who put the paper in the folder.But he was dedicated and didn't ask too much, just kept reporting on his work.

The mystery of these two pieces of yellow paper would not be found out with Zhuang Zhu until a long time later at the dinner table of the annual meeting; by then, Mr. Han and the owner of the paper had already ushered in the "seven-year itch". Play the most violent year.

After the report, Director Liu asked cautiously: "Mr. Han, are you satisfied?"

"Keep this momentum going, if anyone makes trouble again, tell Liu Ling and me."

Factory Manager Liu looked at his face and said, "I will definitely report in time, the people who came to spot check before..."

"You don't need to be nervous, Fuxi will have no problem, everything will be as usual."

Both the big boss and the second boss said so, Director Liu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The trip to Taixing was not long, and Han Qiao didn't stop much, and returned to Nanjing soon.

Like yesterday, Liu Ling gave Han Qiao another holiday and ordered him to go anywhere, but not to the company or research institute, to rest well, recharge his batteries, and have important tasks to do in the second half of the year.

Han Qiao didn't go on a trip, but sat at home, turned on the TV, and re-watched all the movies he and Xie Ruiyan had watched together.

Most of the movies are selected by him and Xie Ruiyan. They are in line with the tastes of the two. They are all good movies. Even if it is not the first time to watch, you can fully invest in them.

It's just how intoxicated I was when I watched the movie, and how empty I felt after watching the movie. The discomfort in my stomach spread and rose, and my temples throbbed, urging Han Qiao to do something.

Han Qiao opened the chat history with Sun Yangqiu, copied all the account IDs of Xie Ruiyan, and opened various apps on the tablet.

Most of the records that were searched at that time are still there. Combined with the chat records, Han Qiao checked every news on every account of Xie Ruiyan, and Han Qiao didn't even miss the microblog of "Have you been teased by Mr. H today?"

Compared to those serious main accounts and fancy trumpets blowing rainbow farts, Han Qiao's Weibo attracted all the attention.

Now the account name has been changed to "Have you checked Mr. H's Weibo today?".

First of all, at the top of the personal homepage, it is clearly the stick figure he drew under the long Weibo before.

Xie Ruiyan not only saw it, but also made a screenshot of it as an avatar.

Oh, Xie Ruiyan also added two dots of light pink blush to the villain's face, which didn't look like the filter stickers of the beauty app, as if he applied it himself.

cute.

Han Qiao gripped the tablet tightly, almost crushing the screen.

The previous dynamics of the account are all about the journey of secret love, and the details of life when the two were together. Occasionally, there are recipes shared by Han Qiao to Xie Ruiyan.

Today's "Sao Me" already has a few thousand fans, and seems to have transformed into a literary blogger, with various famous quotes, and hand-copied poems, one of which impressed Han Qiao deeply.

Pasternak's "Nightmare".

Xie Ruiyan imitated printed handwriting. Fans took a microscope to look at the picture and found that it was handwritten. They all lamented the blogger's superb pen control ability.

That poem is passionate and desperate, but Yu Hanqiao has a very touching meaning.

"I will come again like an avalanche".

The poet thinks so, and the protagonist in the poem thinks so.

Han Qiao vaguely felt that Xie Ruiyan thought the same way.

Han Qiao couldn't remember the last time he suffered from insomnia, but he started to suffer from insomnia again.

Compared with medicine, acupuncture, and regular work and rest, Xie Ruiyan's embrace is an indispensable condition.Without Xie Ruiyan's zolpidem tartrate, everything was back to the original point.

At night when he couldn't sleep well, Han Qiao recalled the therapy suggested by the psychiatrist, and recalled the pleasant moments.

The memory turned in a big circle, but it always fell back to an ordinary night, Xie Ruiyan was so angry that his earlobes and face were red, and the touch of kissing his lips.

That was the first time Xie Ruiyan clearly expressed his love for the people around him.Later, Xie Ruiyan became more and more active, making it hard to resist and unable to parry.

Han Qiao thinks that he seems to be a proactive person, but he is emotionally mediocre and quite passive.But Xie Ruiyan is different. It looks awkward, but it is actually a standard carnivorous food, and there are often contrasts.

Just like Xie Ruiyan's name, touching him will feel painful, but after getting familiar with him, he will expose his soft belly for Han Qiao to touch alone, and will make a contented "wow" sound when touched.

After thinking about it, Han Qiao quickly felt something was wrong.Sighing lightly, he curled his body into the bed and closed his eyes.

Han Qiao is a very ascetic person, never thought that he would have such a day.

When Xie Ruiyan was on his bed, he didn't feel anything, and when he left, he turned on a magical switch for Han Qiao.

It turns out that the essence of human beings is to know that they can rush when they are lost.

Unprecedented impulse mixed with remorse, like opening Pandora's box, all kinds of unknown things flew out, the touch was like a pulse, hot and strong.

The thin quilt made a Gu Yong sound of rubbing eagerly, mixed with a little ambiguous breath, accompanied by a long low sigh.

"Ruiyan. Xie Ruiyan, Xiaoxie..."

The stars are shining brightly, hanging high in the night sky, and the moon is dim, hiding timidly behind the dark clouds.

"How long? Two to three hours? As expected of you."

"It's been a long time, I don't mean to make fun of it, I just want to try it out."

"Can I use your lips? I'll give you mine too."

"I just love you, I like you, I want to stick to you all the time, don't think I'm clingy."

"Han Qiao, do you like this kind of kiss, um..."

"I love you, you are mine alone."

Xie Ruiyan's voice still echoed in his ears.

His face, his smile, his dimples.

The hour hand pointed to zero, Han Qiao's nose was sore, his eyes were hot, he opened his fingers, staring at the fresh remnants of his scars and calluses on the knuckles of those fingers, like spider webs.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes, lowered his gaze, got out of bed and took a cold shower to wash away the smell of perfume that Xie Ruiyan had praised and his own smell. The black rabbit took the pillow to his own bed.

I once said that I bought this pillow because I wanted to use it for myself, but I didn't expect it to come true.Xie Ruiyan didn't replace him with a rabbit, instead he missed the other person's body temperature through the rabbit.

Han Qiao buried his face in the rabbit's head, turned on the Walkman that had followed him all over the place and was now sealed in the bedside table, and stuffed an old earphone into his ear.

The Walkman and accessories have been discontinued. It is said that the one in Han Qiao's hand is the last one the original manufacturer has seen, which shows Mr. Han's nostalgia.

He is not used to change, not used to owning, let alone losing.

The sound of the violin and the sax flowed out quietly. At 3 minutes, the two laughed and sang together until the end of the three and a half minutes.

Han Qiao's single was looping, his eyes were half closed, and the touch of his body was still clear.

Not only just now, but also the feeling of being hugged since a long time ago.

Han Qiao's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, he is tall, and his peripheral circulation is not very good. He can't warm up with a pillow, but it is still cold.

He frowned anxiously and kicked the rabbit out of the bed.

Curled up, pretending that Xie Ruiyan was sleeping in his arms.

He hugged his shoulders, as if being hugged.

Not enough, Xie Ruiyan, not enough.

The rabbit was aggrieved and lying on the ground with its ears down and its tail pointing upwards. It looked very pitiful, as if it had been bullied severely.

Han Qiao sighed and lifted the quilt, got out of bed, picked up the innocent princess rabbit, put it beside him, and covered it with a small quilt, the same bed that Xie Ruiyan had covered in the cat room before leaving.

Han Qiao pinched a corner of the small cup, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Xie Ruiyan's smell was already indistinguishable, only a little bit.

Han Qiao started to press the Walkman button again, but this time it was the audio recorded by Xie Ruiyan. He didn't expect to use it so soon.

"Han Qiao, have you eaten well?"

He ate it, made it himself, and brought food to Liu Ling. The guy was full of praise, and even took advantage of it verbally.

"Why are you staying up late again?"

I didn't stay up late, I went to bed at ten o'clock every day, and then suffered from insomnia until the second half of the night, and I did something bold today.

"Go to sleep, Mommy, and have a good dream."

This sentence didn't follow the lines, Xie Ruiyan added a pet name on his own, and it didn't feel disgusting.

Han Qiao once again set up a single cycle with an interval of half a minute, and finally fell asleep after playing "Mummy" over and over again.

I fell asleep until dawn.

Another day passed, and at night when insomnia worsened, Han Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, picked up his phone, and opened the communication list.Just like before, he couldn't find Xie Ruiyan no matter how hard he searched. He didn't know if it was a bug or Xie Ruiyan used some method to remove his account.

I asked Sun Yangqiu, and Sun Yangqiu also said he didn't know.

About Xie Ruiyan's direct message, only half an hour ago, Liu Ling sent a sentence, "Mr. Xie is doing well now, his old father has not messed with him at all, don't worry."

do not worry?

How could you not be worried.

Han Qiao opened the Be-Alone forum. Fortunately, the two of them still maintain a good relationship in the forum, and they are the only "mutual attention" of each other.

Han Qiao suppressed his strange and slight excitement, and sent a voice message to Lone Wolf.

"Have you checked Mr. H's Weibo today?" He transcribed many poems, not only "Nightmare", but also Han Qiao's familiar "What should I use to keep you?"

Han Qiao read this English poem by Borges.

"I offer you all the insight my books can contain.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith. "

"I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born."

"I give you lean streets, hopeless sunsets, and wild moons.

I offer you the sorrow of a man who looks long and long at the lonely moon. "

After reading, Han Qiao let go of sending, and rubbed the second voice bar, but it took a long time to re-record and adjust the voice line.

"Xie Ruiyan, do you want to eat the moon?"

The author has something to say: Little Wolf Cub: Is there anyone who doesn’t want to eat the moon? (Confuse)