Become the white moonlight of the attack

On the sixth day, Feng Wenke returned to the country because of the company's prior affairs. Secretary Li did not leave with him, but went back with Jiang Zhuo the next day.

As night approached, Fu Shixin specially ordered a candlelight dinner. Six days were about to pass, and he always wanted to discuss an explanation with Jiang Zhuo here.

The location of the candlelight dinner was arranged in their resting room, and he had asked Secretary Li to take Jiang Zhuo out in advance, and he would arrange the venue.

In order to heighten the romantic atmosphere, Fu Shixin specially ordered flowers, a violin, and a cake to make a romantic confession.

It's just that luck is not as good as people's calculations. During the preparation process, Xiao Zhou from the company's planning department who was temporarily in charge of the trip came to knock on the door.

Fu Shixin was very annoyed when he learned of his reason for coming.

It turned out that Xiao Liu, a colleague in their department, lost his passport. Xiao Zhou led the team for the first time and was not very clear about this matter, so he had to come to Jiang Zhuo.

The candlelight dinner was interrupted, Fu Shixin had no choice but to hastily withdraw the candlelight dinner, called Jiang Zhuo, told him what happened, and asked Xiao Zhou and Xiao Liu to come in and wait for Jiang Zhuo.

After Jiang Zhuo learned about this, he immediately rushed back with Secretary Li. The most important thing now is to report the loss first, and then apply for a temporary passport tomorrow. Jiang Zhuo asked Xiao Zhou to wait for news at the hotel, and he took Xiao Liu to the local area. report the loss at the police station.

Fu Shixin proposed to go with them, but Jiang Zhuo did not refuse.

It was already late at night, and when they arrived at the police station, there were only on-duty personnel, and the staff in charge had to work overtime and come from home.

They can only wait slowly.

Jiang Zhuo sat in the deserted waiting area, thinking about the past few days in country R.

The trip really paid off, skiing, going to bars, seeing black market shootouts, getting into trouble again.

Jiang Zhuo thought it was ridiculous.

He looked up at Fu Shixin who was standing at the gate of the waiting area. He folded his arms and turned his back to him. His depressed back was a little more lonely.

Jiang Zhuo got up and stood with him. Xiao Liu, who was sitting behind, glanced at them and didn't speak.

Jiang Zhuo is half a head shorter than Fu Shixin, and he is too thin, standing beside Fu Shixin is a little bit like a bird.

"Actually, you don't need to use it." Jiang Zhuo said slowly after a long time. After these few days, he no longer knew what he was thinking.

"I don't trust you."

The low-run voice is nice to hear, but it is a burden in Jiang Zhuo's heart.

"I'm going back to China tomorrow." Jiang Zhuo continued, "Let's...return to the original track."

"The original trajectory?" Fu Shixin didn't look up at him, and silently repeated this sentence, "What was your original trajectory like?"

When asked by Fu Shixin, Jiang Zhuo suddenly didn't know how to answer, that's right, how did he live without Fu Shixin?

Go to work, go to get off work, go to work, go to get off work again.

"What do you want to say to me?" Jiang Zhuo didn't make things difficult for him this time, and gave him a chance to speak clearly at once.

"I've always wanted to know, why me? Don't say the words I gave you for the first time. If you, Fu Shixin, want it, it's definitely not just me."

Fu Shixin pursed his lips lightly, and Junxiu's face suddenly turned cold, "You care about this?"

"I don't care." Jiang Zhuo said truthfully.

"If you don't care, why ask?"

Jiang Zhuo was blocked by Fu Shixin and had nothing to say, "Okay, I hope you will remember what you said, six days have passed, and I hope we will not interfere with each other after returning home."

Jiang Zhuo would only let him hold the initiative if he was crazy.

"Oh? I don't remember saying that at the time."

Fu Shixin turned around and stared at the person in front of him with his deep eyes, with a serious expression on his face. He and Fang Cai were cynically different, "I remember that if it doesn't work, I'll go back and promise to pursue you honestly."

"..." Jiang Zhuo was speechless for a while.

It was three hours later when the staff of the police station arrived at the police station. Ever since the chat with Fu Shixin broke up, Jiang Zhuo never talked to him again.

Three hours later, after completing the procedures for reporting the loss, Jiang Zhuo left with Xiao Liu, and Fu Shixin followed behind him obediently.

After they went back to their rooms and fell asleep, they went to the embassy together to apply for temporary passports the next day.

Once you've done all of this, get on the plane back.

On the plane, Fu Shixin huddled with Jiang Zhuo in a shameless manner again. Before getting off the plane, he had to go to Jiang Zhuo's house. Jiang Zhuo was so frightened that he took advantage of Fu Shixin's phone call, got in a taxi and left in a panic.

Not even a second glance.

Jiang Zhuo, who returned home, received a call from the real estate agency, saying that the house he reserved had been completed and he could move in immediately.

Jiang Zhuo thought about the horrible idea of ​​leaving his ex-Fu Shixin and said he would move in, so he told the agent without thinking about it, and he would pick up the key today.

The house he was looking for was only two intersections away from Feng Wenke's home. When he was looking at the house, it was because it was next to the park near Feng Wenke's house, so he immediately agreed.

The home is a second-hand house, and the community is also an old community. Although it is not comparable to the high-end communities of Feng Wenke or Fu Shixin, the environment is good, and it is still close to the place of work.

Jiang Zhuo was leaning heavily on the sofa in the living room, his phoenix eyes were slightly closed, his brows were furrowed, and he wrote the word Sichuan.

Everything in this house was planned by him and his grandma.

He grew up in the countryside with his grandma, who was in poor health when she was old, so he naturally did all the cooking and housework.

When he came to the imperial capital to go to school, he rented this house and brought his grandma from the country over. Firstly, they had a companion, and secondly, he could take good care of grandma.

Later, when he became capable, he bought the house without hesitation.

In his heart, this house is his home and an inseparable part of his life.

If there was no accident two years ago, he and his grandma would have lived a happy life.

The silver sunlight in front of the window fell into the room, fell on the ground, on the sofa, and fell on Jiang Zhuo's heavy face.

He gently opened his eyes and raised his hand to cover the light in front of his eyes. The afternoon sun was very warm, but his heart was as cold as an ice cellar.

The silver light fell through the gaps between his fingers and fell on his delicate cheeks. He shook hands slightly to catch the remaining light in his hands, but there was only the loneliness he knew, and the ring that disturbed his thoughts.

He tried to take off the ring again, but after being in vain, he sighed deeply, picked up the glasses on the coffee table, and covered his worried eyes.

He picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, broadcast the unfamiliar number he called a few days ago, and hesitated a little when he pressed the dial button.

"Hey, it's me, do you have time now?" The voice was cold and without any emotion.

It was already December, and the imperial capital had just had a light snow a few days ago. After the light snow, it was a rare sunny day. There were no traces of snow on the ground, and only some stained ice traces remained in the shade.

Jiang Zhuo was wearing an old dark green overcoat and walked past the busiest square in the imperial capital. On the weekend, there was an endless stream of pedestrians.

After 10 minutes, he crossed the square and stopped in front of a quiet tea house. Just as he opened the door of the tea house, a young waitress in cheongsam came to meet him.

Jiang Zhuo told her about the private room, and was led into the private room on the second floor by the waiter.

The private room was not big, like a specially designed antique design, but he didn't know about it, and after seeing it for a while, he focused all his attention on the man sitting in the middle of the private room.

The man had black hair with a few streaks of blue on the ends of his hair. He was wearing a British-style sweater on his upper body, which was a bit out of tune with the decoration in the private room.

He sat in front of the wooden coffee table, and when he saw Jiang Zhuo coming in, he was taken aback for a moment, then quickly got up and greeted him with a smile.

"Zhuo, you're here!" Both of them smiled awkwardly on their fair cheeks.

"En." Jiang Zhuo nodded and closed his eyes, thanked the waiter behind him, turned around and took off his dark green coat to hang it on the hanger at the entrance.

When the man saw this, he approached the entrance one step ahead, and stretched out his white and slender hands, "Give it to me." His voice was trembling, and it was easy to hear that he was a little nervous.

Jiang Zhuo glanced at those hands coldly, and staggered them away without leaving any traces, "No, thank you."

The man's hands were empty, and he retracted in embarrassment.

"I ordered your favorite tea, you have a taste."

The man sat in front of the coffee table with a flattering face, and helped Jiang Zhuo pour a cup of tea that he had prepared in advance.

Jiang Zhuo stood opposite the man, quietly watching his graceful movements of pouring tea, he couldn't help but think a little more, he was quite proficient.

The man poured the tea, and with a smile on his face, he gracefully pushed the teacup to the opposite side.

Today Jiang Zhuo wore a milky white turtleneck sweater, just like when he was in school, he always liked to wear a sweater with extra long sleeves to cover his hands to keep warm.

"I remember you liked to wear it like this when you were in school, but you didn't see it much after you went to work."

The man's melodious voice reached Jiang Zhuo's ears, and his left thumb naturally rubbed the ring on his left hand.

Today he remembered that the purpose of wearing this sweater was to cover the ring on his left hand, and he didn't want to tell Zhao Ran much.

"En." This was the first sentence Jiang Zhuo said to Zhao Ran when he entered the door.

Jiang Zhuo took a seat opposite Zhao Ran, looked at the clear liquid in the blue teacup and said slowly, "I thought you would never come to me in your life."

His face was calm, like the tea in the cup in front of him, but Zhao Ran who was sitting opposite had mixed feelings.

"Zhuo, I..." Zhao Ran hesitated to speak.

"Why are you looking for me?" Jiang Zhuo interrupted Zhao Ran, he kept rubbing the ring with the thumb of his left hand on his lap, as if this was the only way to calm himself down.

"I think……"

"If you want to talk about the old days, I think it's better not to talk about the old days."

Zhao Ran's smile froze on his face, all his thoughts were blocked by Jiang Zhuo, and he could only swallow the pleas that came to his lips.

"Zhuo, I'm sorry." He bowed his head in shame.

"I don't want to hear your apology."

Jiang Zhuo put down the teacup in his hand, Zhao Ran's tea was not good for him, he got up and looked down at the panic-stricken man with no expression on his face.

"I know what you want to do, I can only tell you that you'd better disappear from both of us forever."

Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips slightly, and the coldness on his pure and white face was hard to ignore. He stopped looking at him and left ruthlessly.

Zhao Ran slumped on the chair as if he had lost his support. After a while, he chased after Jiang Zhuo unwillingly.

"Zhuo, I really can't help it. May I ask you? I really can't let him go."

Zhao Ran held Jiang Zhuo's left hand tightly, tears were streaming down his bright eyes.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't hold back his anger any longer, and shook off vigorously.

"Can't let go? Where's your self-esteem? Why do you still have the face to say this in front of me!"

When he thought of Feng Wenke buying him drunk, and when he thought of grandma's death, how could he forgive.

"Zhao Ran, don't appear in front of me again in this life!"

The author has something to say: Jiang Jiang: I will never forgive him for the rest of my life

Fu: As long as you like it