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Qiu Xing gently twisted the doorknob, and the door opened. This is not like letting people in, I really don't want people in, who would close the door without locking it.Through such a pass of self-persuasion, he walked in with confidence.

It is a very ordinary room, transparent from the north to the south. The afternoon sun just slanted here, and the whole room is bright and majestic. A gentle breeze blows in from the open window on the 28th floor, and the white gauze curtain gently undulates.

If you take a closer look, it is a bit different. The decoration style is not in line with this overall cold house. It is mainly made of thick mahogany European-style furniture, which looks quite "retro".The furniture is all new, but the style is very outdated, at least ten years ago, which is really strange.

Qiu Xing looked at it, but felt that the room was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He glanced around, caught a glimpse of a piece of clothing hanging on the wall out of the corner of his eye, and walked over.This is an Armani black wool coat, limited edition more than ten years ago.

The reason why he knew so clearly was because he had the same style in the past, and it was a birthday present from Ning Jinming when he was just with Ning Jinming.He liked that dress at the time, but after wearing it for a long time, Ning Jinming accidentally burned a hole in the sleeve with a cigarette end.He even had a big fight with Ning Jinming because of this, and he didn't wear the clothes afterwards.

Qiu Xing touched the clothes, and it was very soft, which is why he likes big international brands.He subconsciously reached out and looked through the hanging coat. When he opened the sleeves, his eyes widened in disbelief. It took a long time before he blinked, and he rubbed his fingers.

There is a hole in the sleeve, and the hard prick around the hole is the one that was burnt by a cigarette butt.

Qiu Xing's mind shuddered. He took off the clothes and tried them on. The clothes fit him perfectly.He has to pay attention to his figure in this line of work, and even though he is in his late 30s, he is exactly the same weight and shape as he was ten years ago.

This is his coat. After more than ten years, why does it still appear here?Qiu Xing felt his heart tighten, and then started beating violently. He took off his clothes, and opened the wardrobe door...

In the double-door wardrobe, there are neatly hung clothes covering the four seasons. There are only a few pieces in each season, but from the inside to the outside - T-shirts, shirts, sweaters, casual suits, trousers, shorts... everything is available.Opening the lower drawer, Qiu Xing couldn't help scolding her mother. In the drawer were neatly folded panties and socks, as well as two hot style thongs.

Without exception, everything from coats to undergarments were worn by him more than ten years ago.There must be twenty or thirty things in total, but Ma Daha is used to it, so he lost so many clothes, and he didn't notice it at all.

What he could notice was that during that time he kept losing other things, and Qiu Xing rummaged through this room.

In the carved drawer of the bedside table is the Patek Philippe watch he lost. This watch is worth 10,000+, which is his reward for getting his first film salary.After he found out that he lost it, he felt distressed for a long time.

In the small velvet box next to it was a platinum diamond ring, which was the pair ring given to him by Ning Jinming. Ning Jinming knew that he had lost it, and scolded him badly.

In another drawer, I found two necklaces, a mobile phone pendant, a lock of hair, and a… cigarette butt with lipstick marks.

Lipstick cigarette butts?It took Qiu Xing a while to remember that when he was young, he was able to have fun, once he played with Ning Jinming in women's clothing, he put on makeup and red lips, this should be the afterthought.

At this time, the imprint on it had faded and turned yellow. The past years came and went with these old things, leaving Qiu Xing with a messy mind.

Qiu Xing didn't dare to search anymore, he was afraid of finding something that would surprise him even more, at this moment he fell down on the chair in front of the desk, feeling very complicated.

He finally remembered that the layout of this room was the room on the second floor of Ning Jinyue in the old Ning family villa more than ten years ago.

He had gone in many times, and in retrospect, Ning Jinyue's thin back was always facing the door, sitting on the desk in front of the window and looking out the window, often completely immersed in his own world without moving.

He felt that he didn't know him well then, and now, he didn't understand him much.

Qiu Xing walked to the desk that was also in front of the window. There was a yellowed diary neatly placed on it, and a pen beside it. The pen belonged to him, but the diary did not.

He opened the diary, the writing on it was a little blurred, but he could read it clearly.Ning Jinyue wrote heavily, and the handwriting was very neat. Qiu Xing read back with a sigh of relief. The more he looked at it, the more ugly his face became. Finally, his brows were furrowed, and his handsome face was distorted.

Ning Jinyue actually thought of him this way, but he was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in?" A calm male voice sounded at the door, causing Qiu Xing to tremble in fright, and the notebook in his hand fell to the ground.

He turned his head, just in time to meet Ning Jinyue's calm face and deep eyes.

Ning Jinyue stood at the door, his face expressionless like a marble statue, only his thin lips moved, and he said: "Qiu Xing, you are peeking at my secret."