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It was already late at night, and the two entered the room.

Shen Zhao stood in front of the bed in a daze, she pursed her lips, and said in a calm voice, "I'll go out and make a phone call, you go to bed first."

After speaking, she strode towards the balcony as if she was running away.

Song Ling looked up at her, and there was a faint light on the balcony, illuminating her back.

She stared at the back, and suddenly smiled with her lips drawn.

Shen Zhao stood on the balcony, the sky outside was pitch black, the lights in the distance were extinguished, and he couldn't see his fingers.

She took out her mobile phone and checked the time. It should have just passed seven o'clock in Jiangcheng, China.

Sier didn't contact her all day today.

Shen Zhao looked down at the WeChat dialog box, and the conversation was still in the early morning when she sent the photo.

She was startled, clicked on the address book, and dialed Sier's phone number.

In the room, Song Ling changed into her pajamas, and only a small night light was turned on in the room, which faintly illuminated the corner of the bedside. She opened her notebook and dealt with the affairs accumulated by the company in the past few days.

The sound insulation effect of this room is not very good, even if the balcony door is closed, Song Ling can still hear Shen Zhao's voice outside the room.

And the voice of the girl named Rasil.

The dialogue is very ordinary and very warm.

It belongs to the dialogue between ordinary couples, and love words.

After talking on the phone for a long time, the two seemed to have endless lingering and affection.

Song Ling gradually lost her mind. After finishing her official duties, she closed the computer, covered her with a quilt and lay down.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Zhao frowned and said goodbye to the person on the phone with a smile: "I love you so much, Sier."

The other end of the phone said something, and Song Ling could imagine that the girl on the balcony must have a happy smile on her face at this moment.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhao looked at the phone number on the screen with a smile.

Joy made her excited, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Suddenly remembering something, she turned her head and looked into the room.

There was only a faint light, and Song Ling was lying on the side of the bed, Shen Zhao could only see her back, her shoulders rising and falling steadily with her breathing.

Presumably asleep.

Shen Zhao went back to the room lightly, washed up, then tiptoed to the other side of the bed like a thief.

There are two quilts and two pillows on the bed.

Shen Zhao stared at the big bed for a moment, then turned off the light at the head of the bed, and lay there on his side.

Raising her hand, she suddenly touched the earring on the earlobe. She paused, then reached out to take it off and put it on the bedside.

Not knowing if it was her illusion or the reflection of the light on the balcony, she caught a glimpse of the blue earring and blinked the light for a moment.

Without thinking too much, she glanced at the curtains that didn't block out much light, thinking that it was just a reflection of light.

Shen Zhao doesn't recognize the bed, as long as he is tired, he can sleep soundly anywhere.

Song Ling couldn't fall asleep. She closed her eyes and listened to the even and steady breathing beside her.

The sound of breathing was so heavy that Song Ling listened to it almost all night.

The night in Jieli was very long. I don't know how long it had passed. Song Ling felt a warmth coming from behind her. She slowly opened the corners of her eyes. The dark eyes merged with the dark night.

The hand reached in from under the quilt, looking for the source of warmth in the arm.

The room became a bit cold in the middle of the night, and Song Ling felt that the quilt seemed to be cold no matter how she covered it.

She turned around calmly, and the moment she turned her face away, Song Ling was stunned.

That face was in front of my eyes, infinitely magnified, with fair skin, tightly closed eyes, and slightly raised lips unconsciously.

Today is her 19th birthday, just after twelve o'clock.

Young girls are delicate and beautiful no matter what.

The quilt on Shen Zhao's body came behind her at some point, only half of her body was covered, and half was exposed.

Song Ling gently stretched out her arms, pinching the corner of her other side of the quilt with her fingers, covering her body gently and slowly.

That hand was still attached to her armpit.

Song Ling was afraid of pressing her down and waking her up, so she raised her hand like this and gently pillowed it under her head.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing outside the window, making the balcony creak.

Song Ling couldn't sleep more and more. She had symptoms of insomnia and brought medicine with her, but it was inconvenient to get out of bed to get it now.

She raised her brows lightly, and her gaze fell on that face calmly.

This face is actually not similar to A Jin, but those eyes are very similar to what A Jin looked like back then, innocent and pure, clear and clear.

When the sky was slightly bright, Song Ling fell asleep for a while.

Shen Zhao slept soundly and didn't wake up all night. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was already bright.

She opened her eyes and looked out the window. She was in a daze for a while, and then suddenly remembered that she was abroad at the moment.

It took another half a minute to remember where he slept.

She sat up suddenly and looked around, but there was no one on the big bed.

And she was sleeping in the position where Song Ling slept last night, and she was covered with two quilts.

Just as she was in a daze, the door of the room was pushed open, and Song Ling came in carrying a bag.

Seeing the person on the bed sitting up, she said softly, "Wake up."

Shen Zhao scratched his head, hummed, and suddenly asked: "Then I...sleep pretty well last night, right?"

Song Ling put the things on the table, paused her fingers slightly, lowered her eyes and said deliberately: "No, you put your hand into my quilt in the middle of the night."

Shen Zhao said ah, his face was flushed immediately, and the roots of his ears were bleeding red, and he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I've always been dishonest in my sleep, I'll ask if there are any vacancies later, I'm really sorry——"

Song Ling turned around, admired her blushing expression, and immediately felt happy.

Seeing that she was about to leave, she changed her tone and said with a smile, "I was just teasing you, no, it's so cold, you're wrapped up like a rice dumpling and hung by the bed, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I'll let you That quilt is covering you."

Shen Zhao saw that her explanation was realistic and sincere, half-believing and half-questioning: "Really?"

Song Ling fixed her eyes and asked, "Why should I lie to you?"

Shen Zhao choked, thinking the same thing, he met her by chance, and even the only interaction was very little, if it wasn't for this trip to the aurora, she might not even have a word with her.

Song Ling changed the subject and said, "I bought some food downstairs. After eating, there are still a few scenic spots in the town. We can go around together."

Shen Zhao nodded and said, "Okay."

The biggest view in Jieli is the aurora, and other than that, there are some historical sites.

Jieli is known as the "Ship Graveyard", the end of the world, deserted.Abandoned ships are parked on the barren Arctic Ocean, which shows that this place was once prosperous.

They stayed in Teri for three days, and early in the morning on the fourth day, they took a special car to the city of Murmansk.

There are also some attractions in Murmansk, such as the statue of Soldier Alyosha, the nuclear-powered icebreaker Lenin, and the husky park sleigh that Shen Zhao is most looking forward to.

In the past, she had only seen it in movies. In the snowy field, a few sled dogs were pulling the sled cart, which satisfied all her fantasies about the ice and snow city.

Shen Zhao took a lot of photos. There are many more people in Murmansk than in Teri. Aboriginal people and tourists from all over the world can be seen everywhere.

In the husky park, Song Ling stood by, watching Shen Zhao sitting on the sleigh in the snow, galloping fast, and the clear and silvery smile echoed throughout the park.

She was happy, happier than when she was watching the aurora in Jerry.

Song Ling picked up her mobile phone, turned on the camera facing the background in the distance, and took the only photo she took in Russia.

The remaining two days of the itinerary passed quickly, and at three o'clock in the evening on the last day, the two returned to the hotel.Ready to pack your bags and go home.

There was no accident in the hotel booked in Murmansk, and the rooms of the two were not in the same direction.

Song Ling didn't bring much stuff, so she packed up and dragged the boxes, and walked to the door of Shen Zhao's room on the other side of the corridor.

She raised her hand and knocked, and the door opened from the inside.

"Are you ready? Let's go."

Shen Zhao dragged the two big boxes when he came, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay."

The two went downstairs and checked out at the front desk.

Song Ling stood in front of Shen Zhao. Shen Zhao raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the passport book in Song Ling's hand.For so many days, she didn't know anything about this person except that her name was Song Ling.

Shen Zhao caught a glimpse of Song Ling's passport book, and after a quick glance, he only saw the column of birthplace and birthday.

Born in Jiangcheng, date of birth ×××, 27 years old.

Eight years older than her.

Shen Zhao thought so, with a dazed look on his face.

"What are you thinking?" Song Ling finished the process, and turned to see her in a daze.

Shen Zhao came back to his senses, hurriedly uttered a word, said nothing, walked to the front desk to check out.

The two return flights went smoothly without any delays.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the plane arrived at Jiangcheng Airport as scheduled.

Shen Zhao and Song Ling separated at the exit of the airport. Before leaving, Shen Zhao smiled and said, "Thank you, Song Ling. If I didn't have you on this trip, I would definitely encounter a lot of trouble."

Song Ling pursed her lips slightly, and said, "Meeting is fate."

"In short, thank you very much, it was an unforgettable experience." Shen Zhao waved goodbye to her, turned and walked towards the taxi passage.

Song Ling looked at the people who were drifting away. In the middle of the night, the street lights shone on her side, giving off a somewhat bleak atmosphere.

Assistant Ji Mingshu was waiting at the exit in the car early in the morning. When the boss came out, she saw Shen Zhao, and when she caught a glimpse of the blue diamond on her earlobe, she froze suddenly.

It's the Oppenheimer blue diamond.

The diamond itself is nothing, but what surprised Ji Mingshu was the tiny tracker hidden in the rose frame outside the diamond.The silver rose frame has a chic and unique shape. On the day of the auction, the boss bought the ear diamond, not for the diamond, but for the tracker that is invisible to the naked eye.

It is said that it is the latest technology of a certain HK, which has never been seen in China.

The boss actually gave that earring to Shen Zhao...

Ji Mingshu was in a daze, and it took him a while to regain his thoughts, and looked at the two people not far away in disbelief.

She didn't drive the car until the people left.

Get out of the car, walk over to pick up the luggage in her hand, and greet her: "Boss, is the journey going well?"

Song Ling replied shallowly, her expression dazed, as if she hadn't recovered yet.

A week later, in the office.

There is a mobile phone on Song Ling's desk, and a special software device is opening on the screen, and the positioning on it is gradually deviated.

The address starts from Jiangcheng and slowly arrives in Tingcheng.

Jiangcheng and Tingcheng are not far away, and the high-speed rail is only about two hours away.

No need to think too much, I know that Shen Zhao has gone to Tingcheng to find Rui Sier.

Ji Mingshu came in from the door, put the documents on the table, caught a glimpse of her mobile phone screen, and was stunned for a moment.

Song Ling stood in front of the window when she heard the voice behind her suddenly disappear.

She said softly, "Is it all over?"

Ji Mingshu raised her head and looked at Song Ling's back. For a moment, she suddenly felt that the person in front of her was like a rakshasa ghost from hell.

She understood, and replied in a cold voice: "It's done, there will be someone in Tingcheng to respond at any time."

Song Ling was silent, and after a long while said calmly: "That's good."

It was raining heavily outside the window. Looking at the pouring rain and fog, her thoughts gradually drifted away.

In fact, there should be no more intersections.

However, she underestimated her own desires.