sincerity of lies

Ji Xun lay on the bed, looking at the bugs on the ceiling.

He forgot how long he had been watching, only to see that the insect finally moved, a small black spot slipped across the yellowed ceiling, and hid in the lampshade, becoming one of the countless black spots in the foggy lampshade.

Didn't sleep very well last night.

In fact, ever since he communicated with Meng Lingshan, Ji Xun knew that his condition was not very good, as if he had returned to the long-lost past all of a sudden, day by day, unable to sleep or wake up.

At any time, the brain seems to be stuck together by half-dried paste, making a ball.

But it was possible in the past, but not now.

There is still a lot to do.

Ji Xun supported his head and shook it gently, shaking the ceiling and bugs out of his head, consciously mobilizing his brain to recall Huo Ranyin. Although no one was around, thinking about that face can also produce a placebo effect .

He briefly ate the hotel breakfast, poured himself a cup of strong tea at the same time, sat down in front of the computer again, and opened Yingying's homepage.

Zhang Chunhua has Alzheimer's disease and cannot answer his question correctly. Otherwise, you can directly ask Zhang Chunhua, Zhang Chunhua about Huo Qiying.But now, we can only start with Yingying.

The current clues are simply and crudely attributed to Yingying alone, as long as he can figure out a way to get clues from Yingying.

What is the "thing" that both Yingying and Zhang Chunhua care about.

Is this thing related to "Huo Qiying"?

Ji Xun thought for a while, and sent a private message to Yingying. In the private message, he told Yingying that he had a cooperation project and wanted to communicate with Yingying face to face.

Yingying is an Internet celebrity and is willing to bring goods. It should be easier to approach the other party on the grounds of work.

Yingying didn't make him wait too long, but it was obviously not Yingying who answered him, but the assistant who managed the account docking work.

"Hello, what is it?"

"Bring a book." Ji Xun has already thought about it. Anyway, his side job is writing a book. He can ask Yingying to help promote it. If the effect is good, the publishing house can reimburse the promotion fee. "I will communicate with you when we meet. The contents of the book."

"I haven't brought this aspect before, and there is no effect to refer to."

"It's good to try new fields occasionally." Ji Xun, "The price will satisfy you."

"Okay, please send the quotation along with the book."

Ji Xun sent the link to his book. As for the quotation, he searched the Internet, and selected the quotation that was in the middle of the standard and the distance, and sent it together.

The next step is to be patient and wait for a reply.

The efficiency on the opposite side was quite high, Ji Xun only waited for ten minutes, and new news popped up:

"The sales of the book are good, and the author is also very photogenic. Are you here to make an appointment with the publishing house?"

"It's the publishing house. I'm Ain, the editor in charge of this book." Ji Xun borrowed the identity of the editor without changing his face. This kind of business-to-business method should make the other party feel more at ease. What to do next—the bird has been caged and cannot fly away.

"Does the author look the same as the book's promotional photo?" asked the other person.

"?" Ji Xun said, "Same."

"Yingying has never brought this kind of goods before. We here think that it would be better to sell books together with the author."

"..." Ji Xun.

"Considering the cooperation problem in front of the camera, we think it would be better for Yingying to meet and chat with the author first. The editor is not used."

After talking to the other person, he directly sent the location of the studio.

"This is the location, you decide the time."

Ji Xun read the chat records again and again, and finally confirmed:

He wanted to catch Yingying, but he was still in the subtle layout, and Yingying had caught him simply and rudely.

"I asked the author," Ji Xun typed back with mixed emotions, "The author is very happy to meet Yingying. See you in the studio at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Half an hour earlier than the agreed time, Ji Xun arrived at the agreed place.

It was only when he arrived that he realized that this was a three-story villa in a local high-end community. He knocked on the door, and soon a young woman came to answer the door. She was one of Yingying's entourage who showed up at the nursing home yesterday.

Ji Xun recognized the other party, but the other party didn't seem to recognize Ji Xun, but politely asked Ji Xun to come in and sit in the living room first, saying Yingying would come down soon.

There is a floor-to-ceiling window in the living room of the villa. Behind the floor-to-ceiling window is a well-kept garden. Inside the floor-to-ceiling window is the cool breeze of the air conditioner. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is the strong sunlight, shaking like gold paved with trees and water.

"Why don't you sit down here?"

The voice of Yingying came from behind.

Ji Xun turned his head and saw Yingying pressing the handrail and walking down the stairs.

Compared with yesterday, today's Yingying is more delicate.

She still wears a mask, but draws her eyebrows carefully, with thin willow-leaf eyebrows and raised eye ends, and a hand-embroidered cheongsam, with butterflies flying around the hem of the cheongsam, one of which is a golden-green butterfly Fly on her black hair, perch in the hair.

Today, she has a choking charm.

She walked down the stairs, walked into the open kitchen in front of the living room, opened the refrigerator, and asked Ji Xun, "What do you drink?"

"It will be all right."

Ji Xun sat down on the sofa, and he chose a place that was not exposed to direct sunlight.

"Miss Yingying, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"I also want to say it's a pleasure to meet you." Yingying took out ice cubes, sparkling water, and two cups from the refrigerator. She sat down opposite Ji Xun and put the things on the coffee table, "But it doesn't seem like we Let's meet for the first time—”

"Well, we met yesterday." Ji Xun smiled, "In the nursing home."

"Is it a coincidence?" Yingying tilted her head.

This cute action is not suitable for her dress today.

"No." Ji Xun said.

"You came to find me on purpose."

Hearing the sound, Yingying was laughing, but the mask covered half of her face, and the only eyes that were left exposed did not show much emotion.

"The account I contacted with my assistant this morning, is it you or your editor?"

Maybe the sun was too strong, Ji Xun caught a glimpse of a black shadow passing through the garden from the corner of his eye.

But when he moved his eyes to look at the garden, there were only a few trees in the garden, drooping under the scorching sun.

Ji Xun pressed his forehead calmly.

"May I ask," Ji Xun, "why are you still wearing a mask indoors?"

"I'm allergic." Yingying replied casually.

She pushed the only cup in front of Ji Xun, then opened the sparkling water, and poured water into the cup.

"I'll add some ice." Ji Xun said.

"random."

Ji Xun reached out to grab the ice cubes, and when he took them, he quietly moved the silver spoon in the bowl to let the light reflect into Yingying's eyes.

Yingying narrowed her eyes.

Ji Xun took advantage of the opportunity and threw all the ice cubes into the cup, and the sparkling water splashed high and onto Yingying's mask.

"Sorry, my hands are too heavy." Ji Xun quickly apologized, took out a piece of paper to help Yingying wipe her face, "Did it splash in your eyes?"

"Don't touch me, I'll do it myself!" Yingying yelled, fending off Ji Xun's hand, nervously pulled up the part of the mask that had been pulled down, not at ease after pulling it up, and opened the handbag she was carrying, from He took out a mirror from his handbag and looked at his face.

Yingying's face was of course fine.

Those few drops of sparkling water didn't even mess up her makeup, but she still nervously and even nervously adjusted the edge of the mask, so that she completely ignored Ji Xun who was sitting in front of her.

"Let's talk about cooperation." Ji Xun said.

"Cooperation? Forget it, I don't have time now, you can talk to my assistant..."

"It's not about my book collaboration." Ji Xun said, "It's about 'her'."

Yingying, who was looking at the mirror, suddenly turned her eyes. Through the edge of the mirror, her eyes shot straight at Ji Xun like a poisoned arrow.

"You know 'her'——Huo Qiying." Ji Xun's voice was gentle and firm, not giving Yingying room to defend, "I want to know everything about Huo Qiying, her appearance, her story, everything you know about her .Don't turn me down, after all you've got something from her."

He looked at Yingying.

"Your face has undergone plastic surgery... This face must belong to Huo Qiying."

Yingying grabbed her handbag and stood up suddenly, her mask was sunken, as if she was opening her mouth wide to drink, but before her voice came out, a black shadow came in through the French window that was not closed tightly.

The black shadow that Ji Xun glimpsed from the corner of his eye just now is not an illusion, but a real person.

That was Zhang Chunhua who was supposed to stay in the nursing home!

Zhang Chunhua rushed in and grabbed Yingying. She didn't know whether she was awake or confused, so she tripped Yingying's hand and said repeatedly: "Things, things, give me back the things, you can't take that thing..."

The scream from Yingying's mouth finally rushed out, it was an unbearable high-pitched voice hanging from a beam.

She protected her handbag and pushed her mother away: "You are crazy!"

She said she was crazy, but her face exposed outside the mask was even more distorted than a lunatic.

The mother and daughter tugged in front of Ji Xun, the clothes were messed up, the mask fell off, the handbag flew up, the unzippered bag was open, and the contents of the stomach, lipstick, eye shadow, tissue, wallet, Tiannv powder flower.

Ji Xun's eyes, everyone's eyes, were focused on the pink wallet that flew into the air.

The wallet opened due to inertia, and an old black and white photo was inserted in the transparent card slot.

When this photo actually appears, everything around has been blurred, and in the retina, there are only people in the photo who are getting closer and clearer.

In that old photograph lived a young woman.

Even a girl.

She is beautiful, a unique beauty, a strange beauty, a beauty that cannot be accurately described in words.

She danced leisurely, like a petaled flower, a beam of light, slowly descending from the sky.

An old hand grabbed her, and before the owner of the old hand was happy, another young hand grabbed her, and they refused to let anyone else, and they all wanted to take her as their own.

Beautiful things can only be monopolized!

The two hands moved in different directions, tearing open the wallet and tearing up the photos.

There was a piercing sound, like a chainsaw, sawing through the eardrums.

Ji Xun saw the rift that looked like a knife mark piercing through her, and the two people who were fighting also saw it, and they froze in fear and fear. All the chaos was frozen at this moment, only the picture that was divided into two was still floating fly.

First the upper part, her affectionate eyes, looking mesmerizingly; then the lower part, her dignified lips, slightly raised.

The photo fell to the ground.

A blood-colored flower bloomed on the ground.

A chill and shiver spread all over Ji Xun's body.