The man's voice is very gentle. His hand is white and slender. There is a mole the size of a bean in the tiger's mouth. He helps to pick up a book.

Lin Yingchen hands the book to him and says sorry again.

The other side took the book, shook his head and said it didn't matter.

Behind the corner, there was a girl's voice.

"Pei Da!"

Jiang Pei's book fans call him Pei da.

The girl is very young, excited to see her idol: "I, I, I I'm your book powder. "

Jiang Pei smiled: "hello."

It's very polite. There's no airs at all. The girl thought to herself, Pei Da is as good as the hearsay. She is gentle and elegant. She is academic. She took out the paper and pen from her bag: "can I have her autograph?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Pei da."

Best selling author, Jiang Pei.

Lin Yingchen remembered that she had seen his interview about psychological crimes. Taking back her eyes, she pushed the door into Zhang Xiancheng's office.

Zhang Xiancheng is answering the phone. He seems to have met with an urgent matter. He doesn't have all the information ready. He gets up in a hurry and leaves a sentence: "sit down for a while. I have a patient." With that, Zhang Xiancheng came out of the office.

Lin Yingshen only stayed for a while, and Han Qing's mother called.

Han Qing's tone was not very good, so he said, "come back."

"What is it?"

"Lin Pingchuan is going to divorce me," she said

Lin Ying was stunned and got up with the bag.

PA.

A pile of information on the table was bumped into and dropped on the ground. She squatted down to pick it up. In the scattered documents, she saw a familiar name.

Xiaojinghe

At eleven o'clock, Lin Ying went back to the military compound.

Han Qing is arguing with Lin Pingchuan. It's very noisy. Han Qing's makeup hasn't changed. He's shouting at the top of his voice. He doesn't have any gentle and gentle spirit in the past. Lin Pingchuan's lover has a stomach and tears.

There was no one else in the western building. The old man was afraid to avoid it. After Lin Yingshen entered the door, Lin Pingchuan didn't talk anymore. She called Han Qing and the quarrel stopped. The mother and daughter went upstairs together.

"Leave." She said.

Han Qing didn't wear her favorite cheongsam. Maybe the junior came here suddenly. She was still wearing a home Sweatshirt: "unless Lin Pingchuan leaves the house, I won't move the junior even if it will take a lifetime."

"Mom --"

Han Qing didn't listen: "OK, it's not the moment to leave." She may not be Mrs. Lin, but her daughter must be married as a daughter of the Lin family.

So, mother called her, just urged her, hurry up, find a family with five stars in front of the door, marry herself, she didn't say anything, go to the backyard and secretly light a cigarette.

It was lunchtime when she came out of Lin's house. On the way, she saw Rong Li, who had just come out of her home calmly, and stopped unconsciously.

Just like he didn't see her, he didn't stop at a glance.

"Calendar."

Rong Li goes on.

She looked at his back, just in the Lin family to endure the mood, a touch of him, all burst out: "you really don't believe me at all?"

She said that she was urnaja Yingchen. Why didn't he look at her.

Rong Li stops and stands sideways in the green shade of Qingsong. His eyes are heavy, and he can't see his emotions: "when did you change your name?"

"The year she came to the Lin family," she replied Looking into his eyes, "at that time, I only remember general Dingxi's mansion." She was explaining why it took her eleven years to recognize him.

A lie, always with countless lies to round, but also step by step careful, afraid of a step wrong, is the abyss.

I don't know whether he believes it or not. He looked at her without saying a word and turned away.

Waiting for someone to go far, Lin Yingchen dials Zhang Xiancheng.

"Dad," her eyes still follow the farther and farther back, "has Rong Li ever looked for you?"

"In the morning." Zhang Xiancheng is a psychiatrist with strong insight. He also noticed some signs and asked, "you seem to pay close attention to him. What's your relationship with him?"

She said, "friend."

Zhang Xiancheng obviously doesn't believe it: "if it's just a friend, you won't let me help you pay attention to him many times."

Lin Yingchen didn't explain. He hung up after prevaricating.

Her father, Zhang Xiancheng, did not believe in the past life and this life. From the perspective of a psychiatrist, he diagnosed Rong Li with hysteria.

But she believed.

She met Rong Li that year, Fang man14, Han Qing and her father just divorced, during which time she went to her father's consulting room very frequently. In the afternoon, she woke up in the lounge and heard the voice of the boy outside. He was telling a story, a strange story.

Seventeen or eighteen year old boy, his voice is full of vicissitudes and desolation.

He said, "ah he is not good at needlework, but her swordsmanship and horsemanship are not inferior to those of the great Chu man.""She seldom wears women's clothes and prefers black ones," he said

He said: "she likes sake very much, but the quantity of wine is very bad, several cups will be drunk. If she is drunk, she will take her favorite sword to dance under the tree. She must be under the tree, because she will be afraid to go to sleep on the tree after dancing." After a pause, "I watched under the tree, and in an hour or two she woke up."

All the topics are about the woman named ah he.

The young man said softly. There was only a little tenderness in the desolate voice. When talking about women, "I'd rather shout out outside the door:" cool green! "

"He Liangqing!"

"He Liang --"

click.

When the door opened, he Liangqing had just taken a bath, and the cap on his head was too late to pick: "Why are you here?"

Outside the door, Ning was also wet. He was still wearing the hospital's hospital number clothes. His short hair of stuffy green linen was pressed soft by the rain. He had no blood on his face. His lips were blue and shaking: "do you have anything to do?"

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