With a slight twist on his brow and a trace of impatience between his cold eyebrows, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, intending to blacken the sender.

On the lighted screen is the last text message entered: if you don't come, you will regret it.

Ji Jinchuan's eyes are dim, unlock point in, Bai Shiyan sent him three messages in total.

Answer the phone. I have something to tell you. It's about Yaqing. ]

[we have been in touch since she left. She has a diary with me. You should want to know what she wrote. At 8:00 p.m., Jinhao hotel room 6066. I'll wait for you. ]

[if you don't come, you will regret it. ]

there was a floating light at the bottom of his deep eyes, and he dialed Bai Shiyan's phone.

As if the owner of the phone was waiting for his call, he would call her, only two rings and the phone was connected.

Bai Shiyan's voice is very insipid, but listen carefully, or can hear the joy of being deliberately suppressed: "general manager Ji."

Ji Jinchuan said coldly: "how could her diary be in your place?"

Fang Yaqing has the habit of keeping a diary, which he knows.

This habit has existed since they knew each other.

Once he made fun of her: "this is what age, also keep a diary."

At that time, she said with a smile: "the older I get, the worse my memory will be. Every time I finish writing a book, I will keep it. When I get old, I can still take it out and reflect on it."

Bai Shiyan said: "she asked me to help burn it before she left. I forgot. I found it out yesterday by accident."

Fang Yaqing and Bai Shiyan lived in the same dormitory in the University. They had a good relationship. After graduation, they shared the same dormitory. Bai Shiyan said that Fang Yaqing asked her to help burn it. He believed it was true.

Shen Youran comes out from the bathroom and sees Ji Jinchuan's face not quite right: "what's the matter?"

Ji Jinchuan light way: "nothing."

Shen Youran ate some desserts. When she was full and put down the spoon, Ji Jinchuan asked the waiter to pay for it.

Two people out of the restaurant, outside the snow particles have become snowflakes, fluttering down, falling on the shoulders of pedestrians.

On the way home, Shen Youran chatted with Ji Jinchuan. No matter what he said, he always gave a light "um", too perfunctory reply, and she felt his absent-minded.

Back in the South China Sea bay, Maybach stopped in the courtyard, Shen leisurely untied the seat belt and wanted to get off. The man in the driver's seat said, "I still have some things to deal with. I won't go in."

Thinking that today's company to disturb him did not work well, she thought it was a work thing, nodded and said, "then you come back earlier."

"Well." Ji Jinchuan's left hand on the steering wheel, slender fingers slightly curved, eyes deep and quiet, "if I come back late, you sleep first."

Shen Youran leaned over and gave him a kiss on the face. Then he took the bag and got out of the car.

When the car drove out of Nanhai Bay, Ji Jinchuan stepped on the brake and stopped by the roadside. He took a cigarette case from the shelf, pulled out a light, lowered a section of the window, and slowly pulled it out.

Fang Yaqing

In these six years, no one dared to mention the name in front of him.

Those sealed memories, along with the name, like movie clips, slowly flip through the mind.

He took a puff of smoke and puffed for a few seconds. Some smoke rings entered his lungs, and the whole organ seemed to be paralyzed in an instant.

The cold wind poured in from the half falling window, mixed with a few snowflakes, and blew down the ash at the front end of the cigarette end.

After half a pack of cigarettes in a row, he started the engine and drove to the hotel.

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