The doorway is ajar.

Shen Tingyu listened intently.

Xiaocui said cautiously, “Big..."

As soon as he said a word, Shen Tingyu raised his index finger and interrupted.

She mouthed, "Help me down."

Xiaocui nodded, and the two of them quietly stepped downstairs.

After going downstairs, Shen Tingyu dismissed the servant and picked up a cup of iced lemon tea.

When Shen Muyuan came down, he saw her sitting on the sofa, her eyes that had lost their light were a little hollow.

Hearing the sound, Shen Tingyu asked, "Is my brother coming down?"

Shen Muyuan smiled and said, "My little sister is very good now. She can already recognize people by their voices."

"After all, it's like this. You can't really be a useless person." She laughed at herself.

"Don't talk about yourself like that," he ruffled her hair, "calm down and take active treatment!"

Shen Tingyu raised her head and asked, "Brother, why did it take so long to come down just now?"

"I made a phone call." He smiled helplessly.

"Did you call Zhixiu?"

"Yeah, but no one answered."

"I'm probably comforting Jiang Mian at this time." She said calmly.

Shen Muyuan was a little surprised to hear this peacefully from her mouth, "You..."

"Brother, who do you think I am? I have already thought about it. With my conditions, it is not difficult to find another one. Why hang myself from a tree?"

Shen Muyuan nodded repeatedly, "You can think so. That's the best thing."

"Of course, only now do I feel that the ones I can't keep don't belong to me. What do you think?"

"It's best if you think so, little sister, you've grown up." Shen Muyuan was startled, then praised sincerely.

"So brother, you don't have to worry about me! Think more about your life-long affairs!"

"You girl, why are you talking about it again?"

"Then I don't care about you!"

...

Ye San knocked on Yeyi's door, since he told Jing Yiyi the password last time.

This guy also started to guard against him.

After a while, Yeyi came out and opened the door with a messy hairstyle, "I told you to—"

The words stopped abruptly.

He looked disgusted, "Is it you?"

Ye San teased him in a rare way, "What, you thought it was Miss Jing?"

He stepped aside, wearing a set of cartoon dinosaur pajamas, and with this hairstyle, he had an inexplicable natural and cute temperament.

"It would be best if she didn't come." Since he said it last time, Jing Yiyi really hasn't come to see him again.

"I'm so heartbroken by you." Ye San rarely commented.

Nightwing sat down on the sofa and tore open the mango yogurt, "What? You also speak for her?"

Yesan glanced at the scattered yogurt caps on the table, and estimated that he had to replenish the supplies again. "It's not that I'm trying to help her. It's rare for someone to like you. How nice it is."

"What does it mean to be rare? There are so many people who like this handsome guy, okay?"

"But she is not as persistent as she is."

Nightwing shrugged, "No need."

"Okay." Ye San was noncommittal.

"Let's get down to business. You came here specifically to see me. Can't you just talk about this?"

Ye San opened the tablet on the coffee table and called up the page, "See for yourself."

"What are you looking at-" He moved his eyes and stood up suddenly, "Fuck, these Internet trolls! What does it have to do with them?"

Yesan touched his nose and said, "I can see that you are really angry."

He held his breath and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Yesan asked.

"I'm going to find her."

"But she should have someone with her now." Ye San said coldly.

Nightwing stopped and turned to glare at him, "So what?"

"Do you want to see Ji Zhixiu?" He said expressionlessly and without emotion.

Yeyi sat down angrily, "I'm so sad."

"What are you sad about?"

"What's the difference between these people scolding her and scolding me?"

"Have you already empathized to this extent?"

"You do not understand."

Everyone is illegitimate. This feeling is so painful.

Unlike Jiang Mian, he already knew his identity.

Yesan shook his head, "I really don't understand."

He himself is emotionally weak, especially after his sister's death.

Nightwing drank two cups of yogurt in a row, "I still want to find her."

"They are a serious couple, why are you meddling in it? You need to calm down."

"I can't calm down."

"Are you sure you can see him?" Yesan said coldly.

Yeyi stood up, walked to the cooking table, and took out a tomato and a cucumber from the refrigerator to make juice.

He drank it down expressionlessly, "I've calmed down. Do you want a drink?"

Ye San thanked Bu Min, "Don't hurt me."

"Ha," he sneered, "If you don't let me go to see her, then I can send her a message, right?"

He took out his phone and clicked on WeChat, clicking with his fingers.

Then I thought for a while, "Do you think I can say that?"

Yesan shook his head, "I don't understand."

He sighed, then slapped the table, "Check! Check for me! I want to see who had the idea to hit her! Is it Luo Fei, that little brat!"

Ye San shook his head again, "This time it really has nothing to do with him. I have found out that it was done by a little star named Tan Wenjing. Jiang Mian became famous so fast that he aroused the jealousy of many people."

"This person has also been staring at Jiang Mian for a long time, and finally decided to start from this aspect."

"Tan Wenjing? Why does this name sound familiar?"

Yesan coughed, "He's from our company."

"Shit, she must be sick!" Yeyi was really angry.

Yesan spread her hands, "I asked, and she said she wanted to kill the most popular person in the company, so that the company can focus on her."

"Fuck her mother! I don't want to see if she is worthy compared to Jiang Mian."

"Not worthy," Ye San said sternly, "The appearance condition is very average, and there is no representative work in Fanhua for so many years."

"Let her die." Nightwing sneered.

"The termination contract has been issued, but the other party is very happy to get the money."

Nightwing narrowed his eyes, "Is there someone else behind you? Send someone to check."

"good."

Yesan glanced at the knife in his hand, "I'm glad you live in a detached house, otherwise you would have been accused of disturbing the people."

Yeyi lowered his head, and the fruits were scattered on the chopping board, falling into pieces.

He groaned and stuffed them all into the juicer.

After making a cup of strangely colored juice, he moved it forward and said, "Would you like to drink it?"

"I don't want to die yet."

"Then settle this matter quickly." He said coldly.

Ye San was puzzled, "Ji Zhixiu must have taken action in this matter. That man would naturally handle it better than us. Why do we need to take action?"

"I don't care!!!!" He chopped it twice.

have to.

Exploded.

Yesan nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

...

Jiang Mian thought about it for so long that his head hurt.

I just remembered someone from the depths of my memory.

It was a very mysterious mother and son who once rented next door to her house.

The courtyard door has not been opened since we moved here.

Occasionally she would hear some beatings and scoldings.

The young Jiang Mianwo was puzzled as she licked the lollipop in her grandmother's arms. She asked her grandmother what the sound was.

Grandma touched her little head and told her to leave it alone.

Jiang Mian really didn't care.

But she was curious.

Until she saw a startling little brother from the back window of the kitchen behind the alley.

He was so good-looking, but there were scars on his face.

A pair of eyes with a depth and indifference that did not suit his age.

As soon as she opens her mouth, tell her to get lost.

This made the young Jiang Mian very sad.

But he couldn't stand it because he was so good-looking, so Jiang Mian went there again the next day.

Even though there was no response from the little boy, Jiang Mian thought that they had become familiar with each other and had become good friends.

Until one day later, she and her mother went to Kyoto, and she never saw him again when she came back.

In the vast sea of people, the two people dispersed.

Later, Jiang Mian also forgot...

That's it, that's it...

Withdrawing his thoughts, Jiang Mian slowly stood up.

She opened the bathroom door.

The living room was empty and quiet.

"It seems that he is really gone..." She murmured to herself. She couldn't tell if she was disappointed, she just felt sad.

She walked out the door step by step, placing her palm on the door handle.

With a slight twist, the door opened.

There was nothing outside the empty corridor.

Jiang Mian blinked his eyes and shed a tear.

"Why are you crying again?"

A word full of pity suddenly sounded.

Jiang Mian suddenly raised his head and smiled through his tears, "You didn't leave!"

Ji Zhixiu walked out from behind the door, raised his hand to wipe her tears, and whispered, "Don't worry."

Jiang Mian ran into his arms and hugged him tightly, "I remembered! I remembered!"

Ji Zhixiu paused in returning the hug, his voice was hoarse, and he didn't have much hope in his heart, "What did you remember?"

"When I was ten years old! You came to Jiangnan and lived there, right next door to my house, right?" She said with certainty.

These are all what he said. Ji Zhixiu nodded slightly, "Yes."

"I gave you medicine for your injuries, right! I told you that I like to watch fireworks! You only took me to watch fireworks when we were in Ireland! The hair rope in your study is also mine, right?" Her voice said With a smile.

That was a small gift she gave him back then.

At that time, a certain arrogant person said he didn't want it, but he turned around and put it away.

Jiang Mian's heart was filled with emotion.

It turns out that there is really someone who has been thinking about you for many years.

Every time she said something, Ji Zhixiu's eyebrows became softer.

"You really remember everything?"

"Of course," she said proudly, "my head hurts just thinking about it!"

Ji Zhixiu's expression changed, "How are you now? Is it still painful? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Jiang Mian raised his head, his smart peach blossom eyes filled with cunning, "It won't hurt if you kiss me."

He couldn't refuse any of her requests, let alone this.

Ji Zhixiu held up her soft face and kissed her red lips.

He tasted the astringent salty taste. It was the smell of her tears.

The kiss was very gentle, as if it was trying to heal all the pain the other person had suffered.

It was as if an invisible barrier had been broken between the two.

Become more appreciative of each other.

Until there was a "bang", Jiang Mian subconsciously pushed Ji Zhixiu away, and then said with some annoyance, "The door is closed."

The door was closed due to draft.

Ji Zhixiu raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter, fingerprint password lock."

"so?"

"Continue." His voice was a bit seductive and seductive.

Jiang Mian nodded blankly, wrapped her hands around his neck, and kissed him sweetly.