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Qin Mingzhu recognized this business card.

A few years ago, he was in the parking lot downstairs of the studio and saw this business card pinned to his car.It should have been thrown away, but by accident, I took it home.

At that time, the marriage between him and Sheng Yingqi had begun to show cracks. When he was sitting in the study and staring at the words "marriage" on the business card, he was bumped into by Sheng Yingqi who came in to pick up the book.

Probably the closer the person is, the more difficult it is to say some honest words, and I don't want the other party to know that I have become ridiculous enough to believe in such superstitions.

He covered the business card with his backhand, and then covered it with the design draft as if nothing had happened.

Sheng Yingqi lingered on the desk for a few moments, then put it on Qin Mingzhu's face, "I'll get the book."

"What book?" Qin Mingzhu stood up. He and Sheng Yingqi each had a study room, but his collection was more.

Hearing the title of the book given by Sheng Yingqi, he began to look for it, and when he came back with the book, Sheng Yingqi was standing by the desk, holding the business card he had hidden in his hand.

"You...why did you take my things?" Feeling anxious, he wanted to snatch them back, but he didn't.

Sheng Yingqi raised his hand, avoiding his movements, "What is this?"

Qin Mingzhu was a little annoyed and embarrassed, "I saw it in the car, it was a small advertisement inserted by someone else."

"Since it's a small advertisement, why don't you throw it away?"

"I forgot to throw it away, can't I?" As soon as the words came out, Qin Mingzhu regretted it, and was about to apologize when she heard Sheng Yingqi's next sentence.

"Did you forget to lose it, or didn't want to lose it? Ghost hunting... Which ghost do you want to see?"

The words turned in an unexpected direction, Qin Mingzhu frowned in confusion, "What are you talking about? What the hell?"

The tall man in front of him showed a bit of a fierce look at this moment, as well as meanness in his brows and eyes.He snorted and put the business card back in Qin Mingzhu's hand, "The person you mourn every year."

Not only Qin Mingzhu recalled this past event, Sheng Yingqi also remembered it clearly.He remembered that when he returned the business card to Qin Mingzhu, Qin Mingzhu's face was first stunned, then sad, and finally angry.

I was so angry that I said to him: "Yes, I don't want to lose it. It's too late tonight. I'll make this call tomorrow."

"Hello? Hello? Hello? Talk! Hello?..."

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Sheng Yingqi let out a long breath, and immediately hung up the phone.This kind of ghost is deceptive at first glance. He really lost his mind because of that ghost, so he made this call.

Sheng Yingqi put down his business card, turned and went to the wine cabinet.

The wines here were basically bought by him flying around the world with Qin Mingzhu, and some of them were bought by him alone at the auction, in order to surprise Qin Mingzhu.

There is also a sofa and a small table in the wine cabinet.

This was arranged by Qin Mingzhu. When he was free, he would nestle on the sofa, drink a glass of wine, and occasionally light a cigar.The jade body lay horizontally, like a corpse, from the toes to the fingertips, it was white with powder, like a vase, it would break if squeezed lightly.

When Sheng Yingqi met Qin Mingzhu for the first time, she was smoking a cigar.

He was very impressed with that time, or he will never forget it.

He was still young that year and was taken to a banquet by his father.He didn't like the environment, feeling that the bow tie around his neck was strangling him.

He also doesn't like that people who talk to his father always pay attention to him and praise him.Mother said that this is socializing, and he hates this hypocritical socializing.

So he fled out of the hall full of scents and processions of masks, climbed over the railing, and jumped into the little garden.

He noticed a fountain in the small garden, among which were ornamental swans.

Attracted by the swan, Sheng Yingqi walked towards the fountain, but was distracted by a figure halfway.It was obviously a banquet, but that person was not wearing formal clothes, not even ordinary clothes.

The man was sitting on the handrail covered with flowers and green plants, amidst the greenery, the black nightgown set off his exposed legs so white and greasy that it was dazzling, like grease, a little bit, it seemed to be Flows from the skin.

He was holding a cigar in one hand, white mist overflowed from his red lips, and he was flicking the radio on his lap with the other hand.

His radio didn't seem to be working very well, and the sound was all noise.

"Do you need help?"

Sheng Yingqi's sudden sound made that person look up.

Since then, he has seen the other person's appearance clearly.

Before he could figure out what adjectives to use to describe this face, the other party beckoned to him, "Come here."

Like a willing sailor, he walked into the sea step by step.

Stopping in front of that person, he smelled a lot of smells, first the scent, which was different from the scent of the previous banquet hall.This smell is not like perfume, but the smell of meat, the original smell of flesh.

Many people have.

But only the person in front of me smells good, sweet and greasy.

In addition to the sweet and greasy taste, there is the smell of beard water, perfume, flowers, and finally the smell of cigars.

The young man stuffed the radio into his arms with confidence, "Help me see, I want to tune to RADIOFM195.5."

It was just a word, Sheng Yingqi really helped honestly, the summer night was sweltering, and the heat was steaming up his upper body a little bit.But the young man sitting on the railing didn't seem to know the heat. He put out his cigar and stared at Sheng Yingqi's movements seriously, making Sheng Yingqi sweat all over.

When he finally succeeded, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then he heard cheers.The young man yelled with the momentum of three people, repeatedly shouting "Great", "Why are you so good", "You are the smartest girl I have ever seen!"

It's not that he hasn't been praised before, but this time is extra different, he almost fainted, watching the other person take the radio.

On the radio was a gentle male voice, probably in Spanish, which he could not understand, but for some reason, he memorized the approximate pronunciation very carefully, but of course he did not remember anything.Remember this sentence, forget the previous sentence.

He had no choice but to ask cheekily, "What are you talking about here?"

The young man lowered his eyes, and could vaguely see the smile in his eyes from under the long eyelashes, "I wish you a happy birthday."

"Who wishes you?"

"Someone you don't know."

"Is it just saying happy birthday for such a long time?"

"No, he also read a poem to me." The young and soft voice overflowed with words, "You are the music that God showed to my blind eyes, the sky, the palace, the river, the angel, the deep rose, hidden and not Poor period. A very famous poem."

Sheng Yingqi knew that he should leave, but he was unwilling to leave.He stayed next to the young man, watching him listen to the radio.

Probably he stayed too long, the young man raised his eyelids to look at him, his smooth face was illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes were rippling, his eyebrows were like fine mountains, he didn't look like a real person.

Sheng Yingqi sniffed the fragrance from that person, and said first, "You are sitting on the flowers, our teacher said that we should not damage the flowers and plants."

Hearing this, the young man not only did not jump off the railing, but instead picked a flower and threw it into his arms, "My dear girl, this is planted by a person I hate, so it can be destroyed."

"Do you have someone you hate too?"

The young man was amused by the words, "Why not? Everyone in the world has people they hate."

Sheng Yingqi felt that he was trying to delay time, "Then who do you hate?"

"Someone you don't know."

Exactly the same answer.

But he didn't know why, and suddenly asked: "Is this person the same person?"

He pointed to the radio.

The young man didn't deny or admit it, he just got down from the railing.He reached out his hand to Sheng Yingqi, waved it lightly, and then disappeared from Sheng Yingqi's sight with the radio and the fragrance.

Later, Sheng Yingqi found out that he met the protagonist of the banquet that night——

The young master of the Qin family, Qin Mingzhu.

Qin Mingzhu himself did not attend the birthday party held for Qin Mingzhu, and the guests who attended the party had no complaints.Later, he knew why Qin Mingzhu didn't attend.

Because there was no Yan Jiayu at the birthday party.

Back then he thought he was a seduced sailor, but later he realized that he was a greedy monkey and a drooling fox.

Of course, he was luckier than monkeys and foxes, he waited until Yan Jiayu died and trapped Mingzhu in his arms.

Sheng Yingqi followed Qin Mingzhu's example and lit a cigar for himself.

He was drunk the first time he smoked a cigar and was dizzy and nauseous for a long time.He seemed to have a hard time getting used to smoking cigars, and this time he also had symptoms, lying tired on the sofa, with different faces constantly appearing in his mind.

He knows who it is.

Qin Mingzhu.

Now Qin Mingzhu is dead.

If you die, you die.

He took a deep breath and watched the smoke dissipate in front of him.

The dead Qin Mingzhu was able to go down to reunite with that Yan Jiayu, which was considered a kind of fulfillment.

He even maliciously speculated what they would say when they met, at Qin Mingzhu's age, would Yan Jiayu still regard him as a treasure?

After guessing, the picture in my mind changed, and it became the bed photo of Qin Mingzhu.

It's just that the person holding Qin Mingzhu down is no longer that rascal.

Sheng Yingqi sat up suddenly, almost startling Qin Mingzhu who was squatting. He was coveting the cigar in the opponent's hand, when he saw the opponent's livid face and rushed out.

The next day, Qin Mingzhu met that Feng Tianshi.

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"You are the music, the sky, the palace, the river, the angel, the deep rose that God has shown to my blind eyes, hidden without end" - Jorge Borges