Chen Xia

On an April night, the rain slapped the leaves, and the mist drove away the transparent windows.

Ye Mian walked to the built-in refrigerator, opened the door, took out a bottle of peach-flavored sparkling water, took a sip, and turned off the light in the living room.

Only then did he see the door to the study room was ajar and a faint light was on.

Step by step closer, Ye Mian could see a man sitting under the bookshelf through the gap between the door panel and the door frame, talking to someone on the phone.

His side face was slightly raised, his elbows rested on the edge of the armrest, a wisp of smoke slowly exhaled from his thin lips, and his long fingers tapped on the chair in an orderly manner.

The voice was as indifferent as the cigarette in his hand.

"Well, since he is infected with that kind of thing, he will never return to the country. You should withdraw."

Ye Mian didn't know who Jiang Chen was talking about, but this was Jiang Chen's business, and she couldn't continue eavesdropping.

Just turned around and took two steps.

The voice inside comes to mind again

"Let your people return to China and watch the construction of Huacheng. Leave two more people to watch Zhong Qian and don't let him run around."

Ye Mian was stunned for a moment when he heard this name that had not been mentioned for a long time.

The steps then stopped, and he continued to analyze the information he heard.

……

Looking at Zhong Qian?

Zhong Qian is out of jail?
……

This was what Ye Mian had expected.

That kind of thing can't be legally punished for long, not to mention that she didn't suffer any major harm.

But it sounds like Jiang Chen has been stared at for a long time?
Are you paying attention to his release time?
Ye Mian calmed down for a long time before trying to calm down as much as possible.

Look back quietly.

Jiang Chen had already stood up from the chair, under the dim cold light.

He has Buddhist beads in his hand and monks' handwritten scriptures on his bookshelf.

Everything on his body is a Buddhist token.

But his eyes were so cold that he didn't look like a believer at all.

The person on the phone didn't know what he said.

Jiang Chen slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Then let him stay forever..."

When he said this, the man's fingers unconsciously touched the sharp corner compartment of the bookshelf. With a little force, blood seeped out from his fingertips and soaked the beads.

His voice stopped suddenly, and his eyes glanced to the left from the corner of his eye.

As if he didn't know the pain, completely ignoring the blood on his hands, he reached out and raised his glasses.

In the thick rainy night, the gentlest eyebrows and the coldest voice conflicted.

There were a few drops of bright red on the ground.

Like gods and Buddhas, but also like Yama.

"Hang up."

……

Too much information.

Ye Mian's heart lifted up in his throat.

Afraid of being caught eavesdropping, she stepped back unconsciously.

He quietly hid back in the room.

-

in the study.

The air was completely stagnant.

It was as if the pause button was pressed by an invisible hand.

No one spoke, only the tireless wind and rain outside the window beat against the wet steps. The hot tea had cooled down and was picked up by the man and poured into the potted plant.

On the cobblestones outside the courtyard, there were buds knocked down by heavy rain.

Deathly silence.

Jiang Chen looked at the rain outside the window with his long, narrow and deep eyes.

After a few moments, his gentle and compassionate eyebrows closed.

He recalled the shadow that flickered and disappeared by the door just now.

Did you hear that?
Why don't you come in?

Are you afraid of him?
As soon as his thoughts reached this point, the blood-stained bracelet in his hand suddenly fell apart.

The sound of the beads rolling is clear and long.

For the first time, there was a hint of confusion between his brows.

-

Ye Mian returned to the room, but was not in the mood to watch the rain.

She froze beside the bed.

Jiang Chen's mind was filled with what Jiang Chen wanted to say but never finished.

Then let him be forever...?
Taking into account the context, a conjecture flashed through my mind.

——Then he will never be able to run away.

Ye Mian was startled, a little frightened by her own thoughts.

But I vaguely felt that I had discovered something extraordinary.

Jiang Chen went to great lengths to get people to look at Zhong Qian.If I'm not mistaken, is it because of her?
And before Zhong Qian...

Is it possible...

Did Jiang Chen kill someone because of her?
……

After a long time.

There was a faint blood mark on Ye Mian's lips from her own bite.

This idea is too ridiculous.

But there are traces to follow.

This huge sense of disbelief made her constantly look for reasons to overturn this idea.

For example, Jiang Chen and Zhong Qian had a feud in the past.

For example, Zhong Qian discovered Jiang Chen's secret.

But no matter how she guessed.

The original idea still lingers in my mind.

Ye Mian was really about to cry.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she didn't dare to admit that Jiang Chen was doing it just for her.

Because if that's the case...

Jiang Chen...

It's so pathetic.

She was very sure that she had never liked Jiang Chen in her previous life.

Even when she asked Jiang Chen to hypnotize her in her dream, she used the most unfamiliar and frightened tone.

It was in this life that she knew Jiang Chen's fate, so she kept approaching him intentionally or unintentionally.

Only then will you fall in love with him.

Ye Mian took a deep breath.

I don't know how to get the answer I want.

……

The heavy rain obscured all the lights in the city.

That night, Ye Mian really didn't sleep well.

When you wake up the next day.

She found herself crying again.

Wiping away the tears on her cheeks, she feared that she might have a strange disease around her eyes.

Take out your cell phone from under your pillow.

Ye Mian opened Baidu and started searching.

[What happened when I woke up and found that I cried while sleeping? 】

Answer below:

Doctor: Liping

Condition analysis:

Hello, according to the situation you described, if you wake up crying while sleeping, it may be caused by some sad dreams or grief. It is recommended that you need to eat reasonably, drink more water, eat more fruits and vegetables, supplement nutrition appropriately, pay attention to keeping warm, and balance work and rest. Work and rest on time, take a walk and listen to music to relax before going to bed, and drink a glass of hot milk to stimulate the intestines.

The bull's head of the answer is wrong.

Ye Mian didn't take it to heart.

Check the time.

It's only seven in the morning.

She walked out of the room and found the entire villa empty.

I thought Jiang Chen had gone out to work.

But just as she passed by the yard, she saw a black car parked in front of the yard.

This is... not gone yet!

Ye Mian's eyes lit up and she ran out without even having time to change her shoes.

The sun is rising at this point in the morning.

The heavy rain last night left its mark on the city. There were shallow pools of water on the streets, and most of the leaf buds that finally grew in spring were knocked to the ground.

The air is fresher than yesterday.

Jiang Chen noticed Ye Mian almost as soon as she appeared.

Slender fingers pressed the window button.

Looking proud and calm, he said calmly: "Good morning, Xiao Ye Mian."

His deep gaze fell on the girl's face, trying to detect her micro-expressions.

Ye Mian's early sleepiness was shattered by the dazzling light, and she asked softly: "Good morning, so early, where are you going?"

Jiang Chen: "Go to the company."

Ye Mian tilted her head: "Where is your company?"

Jiang Chen reported an address.

Ye Mian had never heard of it, but she knew it was in the business district.

Jiang Chen looked at her as if she didn't understand, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Want to take a look?"

Yes!
Ye Mian wanted to agree immediately, but she couldn't. She had a class today, and the teacher was extremely strict, calling her names and taking pictures.