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In the alley at night, a slender figure stood against the wall, the surroundings were pitch-black, only the sparks at the end of the cigarette lit up from time to time, igniting a pair of deep black eyes.
At the entrance of the alley came the sound of footsteps, from far to near, Cheng Li slowly stood up straight and looked at the person coming.
"You came to me all of a sudden, what's the matter?" Zaun walked up to him and asked while pulling out a cigarette from the cigarette case.
Cheng Li didn't make a sound, and handed him something.
Zaun lit a cigarette, and by the light of the lighter, he glanced at the thing in his hand¡ªit was a photo.
The fire was extinguished, but the picture on the photo was deeply etched into his mind, making him look at Cheng Li suddenly.
"Am I not mistaken, is that Ye Xue?" He asked directly, grabbed the photo at the same time, lit the lighter and continued to look at it.
"The date on the photo is last year?" He felt his heart pounding.
Cheng Li nodded. He looked at Zaan's shocked expression, and his eyes became darker and darker.
At today's meeting, although he interrupted the vice captain Qi Yang and said to do a technical appraisal first, he knew in his heart that there was no mistake, that person was Ye Xue. Others might hesitate, but to him, it was Ye Xue¡ªher facial features, her silhouette, everything about her, he remembered them clearly and deeply.
Zaun took a deep breath: "I will try my best to check for you."
"Thank you for your hard work." Cheng Li said lightly.
Zaan frowned slightly: "Third Brother, something is wrong with you."
"how?"
"After three years, you suddenly heard about Ye Xue. You don't seem happy."
"I'm not unhappy," a deep voice sounded slowly in the darkness, "but I'm a little uncertain about what I'm about to face."
Zaun was startled.
Having known each other for many years, he heard bewilderment from this man's tone for the first time. Although it was only a small emotion, it was enough to surprise him. In my impression, he is a senior brother who is firm and steady, decisive in killing and attacking, and never procrastinating in everything.
"Third brother, you seem to have changed a little bit," he couldn't help asking, "What changed you?"
Cheng Li was silent for a while, lit another cigarette, and took a deep puff: "No."
He always sticks to the cause that should stick to.
Zaan looked at his stern face immersed in the night, smiled, and changed the subject: "It seems that a beautiful female reporter is going in and out with you now?"
"Are you looking for drug dealers or me?"
"You know, I have a problem with being curious. The more you avoid me, the more curious I become. I plan to find an opportunity to meet that beauty."
"You are not allowed to provoke her." Cheng Li said sharply.
"What is your basis for not letting me provoke you?" Zaun raised the corner of his mouth, "He is not your property."
"She is in my team for a day, she is my person."
"Let me be clear," Zaun laughed softly, "Your people, or people in your team?"
Cheng Li threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it hard: "Let's go."
"Leaving now?" Zaun watched his back, "Hey, third brother, I haven't finished talking yet."
The tall figure gradually receded, and looked extremely lonely under the street lights at the alley. Zaun watched and sighed softly in the darkness.
It was nearly ten o'clock when Cheng Li returned to the bureau. Before going up the stairs, he looked up at a certain dormitory on the third floor. There was no light, and the windows were pitch black. He stayed in place for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards the office building.
Sure enough, the lights in the office were still on, illuminating a corner of the corridor. He couldn't help slowing down.
When he reached the door, he saw a petite figure facing the laptop. It was Shen Xun. She was wearing earphones and was talking on the phone with a soft voice.
"I don't know, I think, I can only wait Well, my uncle also said, you have to have confidence in yourself. Of course, I was a little panicked, but I chose the person myself, so I can only face it How would you describe him?" She raised her head, as if smiling, "Like a coconutI'm not kidding you, that's right, the outside is hard, but the inside is wide and soft."
"He should be angry today. It is indeed my fault. This mistake is too serious. To be honest, I don't know how to face him again. On the one hand is Li Juan, on the other hand is Ye Xue"
Cheng Li's dark eyes moved - did she know?
"I'm sad, but I seem to be more reluctant to let him be sad," the delicate voice became a little depressed, "some things, maybe it's fate,sp; "Gender?" Cheng Li asked briefly, expressionless, but sharp in his eyes.
Zaun paused for a moment, the finger that was tapping on the table stopped in mid-air, and then slowly fell down.
"Not sure." He replied.
Cheng Li didn't say any more, stood up, and said softly: "Let him go."
Jiang Bei was taken aback, looked at his back and couldn't help but say: "Boss?"
Cheng Li opened the door and looked sideways at him: "I said, let him go."
The light from the corridor fell on half of his face, half of his whole body was immersed in the dark, and the other half was immersed in the light, which only made his expression deeper and deeper. Zaan and him looked at each other, and the amber eyes dimmed instantly. But then he put on an unscrupulous smile and raised his handcuffed hands towards Jiangbei: "Thank you."
There was a sound of closing the door, and the handcuffs made a crisp sound of unlocking.
Zaan lowered his head, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
No one has ever understood, and no one can truly appreciate, your pain and dedication. Like no one knows what I'm going through.
We are all the same, third brother.
? As the evening approached, the sky changed again. Cheng Li sat in the car, quietly watching the heavy clouds billowing, the strong wind picking up suddenly, and pedestrians on the side of the road running away in the shower.
The phone he was waiting for finally rang. There was an unfamiliar number on the screen, but it was answered by a familiar voice.
"We only separated for a while, are you already thinking of me?" Zaun chuckled over there.
"Recover well." Cheng Li replied calmly.
"Third Brother."
"Um?"
"I think Xiao Xunxun is very good, all kinds of things are good, how about you give it to me?" Zaan said lazily, with a bit of ambiguity in his tone.
"I told you not to provoke her." Cheng Li replied, with a warning in his deep voice.
"Fortunately, I got curious and provoked him," Zaun smiled disconcertingly, "Or, you must be going crazy today, right?"
"I'll hang up if I don't talk about serious things." How much deep thought was in this hastily avoided words.
"Third brother, the scent of a person's favorite perfume will not change easily," Zaun's tone suddenly became quiet, "I thought I made a mistake today, but even you doubt it, don't you? If, really It's what we thought, what are you going to do?"
What answered him was silence, and then the sound of the phone being hung up.
The anger that had been accumulated in the sky for a long time finally turned into a thunder, which seemed to hit the roof of the car directly. Bean-sized raindrops hit the car window with a crackling sound, as if a heroic sacrifice. The necklace hanging on the rearview mirror also trembled slightly.
Cheng Li stretched out his hand and held it gently, the cold touch poured into his heart from the blood.
Looking up again, the city he was familiar with had gradually collapsed and blurred in the heavy rain.
When Cheng Li returned to the dormitory in the bureau, it was already dark. He stood on the balcony and finished smoking a cigarette before walking to the door of Shen Xun's room.
The door was locked, but that wasn't a problem for him. I asked the housekeeper to back up the key, but the uncle didn't even ask, but instead enthusiastically told me not to return it in a hurry.
The room was quiet and dark. He lightly turned on the lamp on the table and stood in front of the bed.
She slept deeply. Like a child, probably after being frightened and wronged, he can only hide in his dreams. But she didn't know what she dreamed about, and there were still tears hanging from her eyelashes.
Can't help but bend down and kiss the slightly wet corners of her eyes.
Did she dream of him? Is he good or bad in the dream?
What is the mystery behind the reunion and separation in fate?
Why did she come here and appear in his life this year?
Why start something that can't end?
¡ª¡ªThird brother, I think Xiao Xunxun is very good, all kinds of things are good, how about you give it to me?
Zaun's voice, half true and half false, echoed in his ears again.
How good she is, of course he knows. Anywhere is good for his treasure hunting, so good that he can't bear to let her go.
But these years, he has seen through life and death, and he also understands that fate will not favor anyone alone. How can a person get everything? If you choose one, you must give up the other.
At this moment, he hoped that she would open her eyes, and he could only see him in her eyes, and he was also afraid that she would open them, and that the clarity and gentleness in those eyes would make him unable to resist.
Something faintly glowed on the table, illuminating his dark black eyes. He raised his hand and picked it up. It was a stainless steel cigarette case with a few words engraved on the silver metal surface¡ªperseverance, love, enthusiasm, hope.
? Persistence, love, enthusiasm, hope.
He gently stroked the cigarette case with his long fingers, playing with it carefully. A solitary lamp illuminates many hidden thoughts.
Whose insistence? whose love? whose passion? whose hope?
In his dreams, Shen Xun always felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at him, never leaving him, as if he was going to grow old forever. When she woke up, there was no one in front of the bed, only the faint sunlight in the morning coming in through the cracks in the curtains. She was about to sit up when she realized something had slipped from her palm.
It turned out to be a tom ford lipstick, and it was tied with a delicate bow. The color number is 31, called twist of fate.
A twist of fate, or in other words, fate tricks people. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)??
He gently stroked the cigarette case with his long fingers, playing with it carefully. A solitary lamp illuminates many hidden thoughts.
Whose insistence? whose love? whose passion? whose hope?
In his dreams, Shen Xun always felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at him, never leaving him, as if he was going to grow old forever. When she woke up, there was no one in front of the bed, only the faint sunlight in the morning coming in through the cracks in the curtains. She was about to sit up when she realized something had slipped from her palm.
It turned out to be a tom ford lipstick, and it was tied with a delicate bow. The color number is 31, called twist of fate.
A twist of fate, or in other words, fate tricks people. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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