I have a Secret

The yellow sheet is back.

The winter rain continued, the rain overflowed the window sill, flowed along the cold wall, and made a ticking sound when it touched the ground. The desk lamp was on, and the light was still warm.

Huang Dan was sitting at the table, holding a 2B pencil in his hand, the pencil dust on his right hand near the little finger was still there, he was sitting on the chair, did not move, but ten years had passed in seconds.

This kind of experience cannot be shared with others. It will inevitably receive strange looks and be regarded as a schizophrenic. With a pitiful and sympathetic attitude, I suggest to see a doctor. Don't worry, if you insist on cooperating with the treatment, you will get better.

Huang Dan's eyelids moved, his eyeballs felt dry and uncomfortable.

The sketchbook on the table was spread out, and the bust was drawn on the paper. The outline was thinned by two-thirds, and the edges and corners were sharp.

Huang Dan threw the pencil casually, and wiped his face regardless of the pencil dust on his hand, leaned back against the back of the chair, closed his eyelids, and exuded an unspeakable loneliness.

Everything started from an inexplicable time travel.

At first, Huang Dan was just an episode, a dream, insignificant, just come back after completing the task, don't need to worry about it, he is in control of his life, he is a person who likes to plan the road ahead, just like the The design drawings are rigorous and demanding, and no line is allowed to have a slight deviation.

Even if a little trace is left unintentionally, the yellow sheet will soon find out and wipe it off without hesitation.

So Huang Dan thought that after he came back, his life would go step by step without any changes, but he was wrong, and felt this way for the first time in his life.

Human emotions are accumulated one after another.

When Huang Dan reacts, the accumulated height has already suppressed him, and he will always be suppressed, unable to push away, unable to move, and can only hug him.

Huang Dan kicked off the slippers, put his legs up, and hugged him in his arms. He drooped his head, lacking energy, but he didn't want to sleep.

Can I still see you?Will it never cross again?

Huang Dan didn't know that the beginning and end of this time-traveling story were never under his control. For him, every reunion was an unexpected surprise.

As for each farewell, Huang Dan's mood is indescribable, he doesn't know if there will be another goodbye.

After a long time, Huang Dan picked up the pencil again, and he glanced at the drawing in the sketchbook. The man's brows were slightly frowned, his brows and eyes were sharp, and he looked like he was going to teach him a lesson. His eyes were drawn into double eyelids. A small mistake before crossing.

Huang Dan remembered that he saw Zhou Jiaojiao's hand when he was looking for an eraser.

After sorting out his thoughts, Huang Dan took an eraser beside him and erased the two extra lines on the man's eyelids. He adjusted his sitting posture and continued to draw seriously.

It was almost midnight when the bust was completed.

Huang Dan closed the sketchbook and put it in the drawer. Without his order, the housekeeper would not touch his things, and it has been like this since childhood.

After leaving the study and returning to the bedroom, Huang Dan didn't lie down on the bed immediately. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands with soap, and the water that flowed into the sink was mixed with pencil dust, splashing all over the place.

Huang Dan looked up at the wide mirror in front of him, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the person in the mirror was smiling.

You can laugh without needing a simulated reference object. Although it is still not natural, compared with before, it is not so blunt, and the fakeness can be seen at a glance.

Huang Dan raised his wet hand and stroked back the black hair on his forehead. He looked at his face, which didn't match his age. At tomorrow's class reunion, he would inevitably be used as an excuse .

Standing in front of the mirror for a while, Huang Dan cleaned up the sink. He was about to go to the bottle of wine in the wine cabinet in the living room, but as soon as he walked into the living room, he alarmed the housekeeper who had an exceptionally keen sense.

The light in the living room suddenly turned on, and Huang Dan squinted his eyes.

Song Min was wearing black long clothes and trousers, and the white spots on his temples became more and more obvious. He asked in surprise, "Master, it's so late, and you haven't slept yet?"

Huang Dan said, "I have insomnia."

He was unaware of the low voice in his voice, and there was a bit of helplessness and grievance, like a child who encountered something that bothered him and could solve it no matter what, and was crying to his parents.

The surprise in Song Min's eyes was even stronger. He came closer and tidied up the young man's turned up cuffs, "Did you drink the milk?"

Huang Dan said, "After drinking, I still can't fall asleep."

Song Min frowned, his deep-featured face would look stern because of this movement, but his tone was very calm when he spoke, and even sounded doting, "The young master is hungry or thirsty? ?”

Huang Dan said he was thirsty, "Go to the liquor cabinet and get me a bottle of Lafite."

He remembered what time it was now, and he didn't have time to sober up, "Forget it, I'd better get me a glass of boiling water."

Song Min didn't say anything, just rolled up his sleeves, his exposed arm muscles were tense, he took a lemon from the refrigerator to the kitchen, and when the water in the cup was at the right temperature, he cut the lemon and put two slices in it.

Standing on the balcony, Huang Dan opened half of the glass facing him, and a damp and cold came to his face. In his field of vision, the rain curtain was entangled with the night, which could not be torn apart in a short time.

The shoulders sank, a coat was put on, Huang Dan sneezed, and turned back to the living room.

Song Min closed the glass window tightly. He looked at the black-haired young man nestled on the sofa. The lines between his eyebrows did not disappear, but deepened.

Huang Dan took a sip of lemonade, pressed his coat on his body, and his nightgown was a bit messy, but he didn't care. He changed channels with the remote control in every possible way, feeling that time passed very slowly tonight.

Song Min brought a pair of gray cotton socks from the bedroom, bent his back slightly, held one of the young man's feet, rubbed his cold toes with his palm, put on the socks for him, and carefully pulled the sock up Pull, and grab another one.

During the whole process, Song Min didn't say a word, as if he was doing what he should do, and didn't think there was any problem.

Huang Dan didn't say a word, his eyes fell on the TV screen, and he tuned it from the beginning to the end, but he couldn't find the channel he was interested in. Most of them were reruns of TV series, "Is there no news after midnight?"

Song Min said, "Maybe."

Huang Dan knew that the butler was usually asleep and didn't know the TV program at this time, so he put down the remote control and drank water in silence.

Song Min walked behind the young man and rubbed his temples on both sides.

After all, he was the child he raised with his own hands. After spending decades together day and night, Song Min knew the habits of young people like the palm of his hand.

There was a comfortable sound in Huang Dan's breath, and he put down the water glass, his eyelids gradually drooping.

In a daze, a voice rang in Huang Dan's ear, calling his young master, but his consciousness couldn't come up, and he couldn't respond.

At 06:30 in the morning, Song Min knocked on the door.

Huang Dan didn't know when he fell asleep last night, and when he was helped to the bed in the bedroom by the housekeeper, he woke up when he heard the knock on the door, and he had a splitting headache, which meant that he didn't have enough sleep time.

This is a feeling that has never been felt in the real world.

After lying on the bed for less than 5 minutes, Huang Dan changed out of his nightgown and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The phonograph in the living room plays old songs, babbling, the sound quality is full and pleasant, and each sound contains the unique charm of that era.

Huang Dan spat out the toothpaste foam, turned on the faucet and rinsed it. He listened to the old songs, and he heard a different feeling from the past. It seemed that life was put in a huge vessel, and the impurities would settle down, and the rest were pure pieces. s things.

When the yellow sheet came out, the record on the gramophone was changed to foreign ballads.

Song Min went shopping early in the morning and made breakfast when he came back. He was good at both Chinese and Western food. He would read the newspaper of the day when he finished what he was doing, and would call for someone after waiting ten minutes.

Every day.

Huang Dan never liked egg whites since he was a child. There were two egg yolks on his plate. In front of him was a bowl of millet porridge, several plates of delicious side dishes, and a stack of steaming crab roe buns.

Song Min found that the young man's spirit was not very good, and he looked absent-minded, "Master, is there something on your mind?"

The yellow sheet didn't hide it, and admitted it bluntly, "Yes."

Song Min made a gesture of listening.

Huang Dan pushed the half bowl of porridge forward, put down his chopsticks and asked, "Have you ever liked anyone?"

Song Min suspected that he heard it wrong, "Huh?"

Huang Dan wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and just as soon as he got up, he pinched another one, "For so many years, in my memory, I have never seen you invite friends or relatives to your home, and I have never seen you have any relationship with the outside world." Too much contact, you are always alone, will you be lonely?"

Song Min said, "No."

Huang Dan turned his head to look over, "Why?"

Song Min lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his face was serious and rigid, "Because there is a young master."

Huang Dan's eyes fell on the white temples of the man, "When I was studying, I went to school during the day, and when I came back to have a meal, I went to the study to stay. I was either reading or doing homework. Going to the study and dealing with my own affairs on weekends, we have very little time to communicate at the end of the day."

Song Min said, "Enough."

If it was a yellow card that hadn't experienced time travel, he wouldn't even ask, because he didn't know what loneliness was, and he wouldn't care about others, but now that he asked, he couldn't understand the answers he heard.

Song Min's voice didn't fluctuate, "Young Master, has someone you like?"

Huang Dan still didn't hide it this time, he nodded, "Well, I have someone I like."

Song Min raised his eyelids, and then lowered them again. He seemed to be an old father, worried that the child who had grown up in his hands would be deceived and hurt himself when he first fell in love. "Then does she like the young master?"

Huang Dan said, "He likes me too."

Song Min raised his eyelids again, but did not lower them, but stopped on the side of the young man's face, "Consensus is a rare fate, young master can find a time to invite someone to come home."

Huang Dan stopped talking.

Song Min said, "If the woman is inconvenient, the young master can wait until there is a suitable opportunity to mention it. Don't let the other party feel uncomfortable during their relationship with you."

woman?Huang Dan frowned, "He's just like me."

Song Min asked, "Master, what did you say?"

Huang Dan smiled, "I like a man."

Song Min's pupils shrank, and he didn't know if it was because of the smile on the young man's lips, or because he liked men.

Huang Dan didn't continue this topic because he found it meaningless.

This is like talking about a dream, no matter how detailed the description is, it cannot be dragged into reality.

After a brief silence, Song Min had returned to normal. He stepped forward, about to clear the table, when a young man's voice came to his ears, "Let me do it."

Huang Dan found that the man didn't move, he felt novelty, "Are you in a daze?"

Song Min asked, "The young master never mentioned who he likes, when did he become clear about his sexual orientation?"

Huang Dan rubbed his fingers a few times. If it is the real world, it is on the road from the community to home. If it is the world that traveled through the past, it was a few lifetimes ago.

"I know what you're suspecting, you can't be wrong."

Song Min put away the bowls and chopsticks, "Master, go to the living room and rest."

Huang Dan was sure that the butler was angry. He glanced at it, but said nothing.

The premise of asking someone to come to the house is to know where the person is and whether there is such a person. At present, Huang Dan has no idea.

The class reunion was at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and it was only after [-]:[-] in the morning. The group chatted dimly, cosmetics, projects, real estate, stocks, luxury accessories, family, pets, children...everything.

I don't know who started it first, throwing out the trivial matter of first love, and in the gaps of various emoticons, laughing at each other for the stupid time of being crazy about who is who.

When Huang Dan opened the group, there was a lot of chatter in the group, and two women were talking about him wantonly, not caring about him as the person involved.

Those people changed the group business cards to their real names. Looking at the yellow list, only one or two got the right number, and the others didn't know who was who.

Qian Meng: The young master's love letters can be sold by the catty. If I were him, I would put all the love letters in sacks and sell them after graduation. No matter what, I can sell them for the price of a cup of milk tea.

Chen Yan: People who have never written a love letter do not know how difficult it is to write a love letter. Really, if there is a typo, you have to throw it away and write it again. After writing, you will check it several times. It is much more serious than writing a composition, and it will be stupid. Read it out.

Qian Meng: No, who didn't do this back then.

Chen Yan: I think the young master probably hasn’t even opened a single love letter. How pitiful are the people who fall in love with him. They are not as good-looking as him, and their grades are not as good as his. It’s hard to muster up the courage to confess and be rejected. It’s a trivial matter to be hit. , Maybe it will leave psychological trauma, and the inferiority complex will go down to the bone. Fortunately, I have my family's big treasure.

Qian Meng: Dabao?I still see him every day, and I don’t know who changed the face of Zhuangzi, Confucius, and Laozi into the young master. When I was in class, I lay on my stomach and looked at the back of his head.

Chen Yan threw over a poop emoticon: I'm going, I'm going to die, you, wait, see you this afternoon!

There were a few deeply touched people in the group. They didn't laugh at Chen Yan, but recalled each other's dreams when they were young. Every punctuation mark contained a sense of "the same people who have fallen into the world".

The man couldn't stand it, and said sourly what's so good about the young master, and he cried every now and then, isn't it just because he looks more beautiful and studies better?What's the big deal.

There are a few prominent people who are called bosses. They said in the afternoon to see where the young master hangs out, which area he lives in, and what kind of car he is driving. It is obvious that he wants to take the opportunity to show off his prestige. There is no hatred, but there must be someone I like. Can you not complain about chasing after the opponent's butt, but being treated as air?

Class reunions don't happen every year, and the young master is even more unpredictable. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to catch him, and he will never let it go easily, and he won't stop until he gets drunk.

The girls in the group were flooded with the emoji "I don't talk, I just watch you pretend to be aggressive".

Wu Fang: The young master is not spying on the video, is he?

This time everyone has the same idea, saying that it is impossible, don't worry.

Even if they were killed, they would not believe that the person involved was really spying on the video.

Huang Dan took a sip of red wine from his glass, and slid his fingertips on the screen of his phone. He had changed, and now he would watch this kind of unnutritious group chat. It was obviously a waste of time, but he still watched it.

The phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number, the yellow ticket didn't answer, and it was only after the second ring that I answered, "Hello."

There was no sound from that end.

Huang Dan looked at the phone screen, it showed that he was on a call, he asked again, still in an emotionless voice, "Who are you looking for?"

The beeping sound came to the ear, and the other party hung up.

He didn't care about the yellow list, he just thought it was someone who gave the wrong answer, he cleared the call history as usual, threw the phone on the sofa, and went to the study to find a book and nestled in the corner to read it.

Song Min looked at the mobile phone on the sofa, but didn't touch it. He took the vacuum cleaner to clean it.

Huang Dan was reading a book, when he heard a sound suddenly, he immediately put down the book and walked out of the study, and saw the man picking up the glass shards on the floor.

Song Min said, "The cup is broken, young master, don't come here."

The yellow sheet didn't leave, and stood watching the man sweep the pieces into the dustpan piece by piece, strange, why do you think he looks preoccupied?Didn't come back last night.

Song Min tidied up very carefully, even moving the sofa away, for fear that there might be a small piece that he didn't find.

Huang Dan's cell phone rang again. It was a colleague from the office. He walked to the study room, discussing with him the modification of the drawings.

After eating, Huang Dan took a half-hour nap, checked the time, washed his face and was ready to go.

From last night to now, Huang Dan is still at home. He thought to himself that the time travel journey should be over, life must go on, work is also busy, and he has just accepted a project, and he may have to go on a business trip next month .

It's good to be busy, no time to cranky.

Huang Dan's thoughts came back, the glass of warm water had bottomed out, he put the glass on the table, his head hurt a little, maybe he had a cold.

Song Min took out the well-pressed suit and handed it over, "Master, do you need to take your temperature?"

"No fever, I'll be fine when I get back to sleep."

Huang Dan changed into his suit and stood in front of the full-length mirror buttoning up one by one. He finished buttoning the top one, straightened the collar of his shirt, and took the tie from the housekeeper.

Song Min smoothed the fine wrinkles of his neckline, "Master, come back for dinner tonight?"

Huang Dan said, "Come back."

The old classmate said on the phone that he would play all night at night, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't go crazy.

Song Min went to the balcony to get the leather shoes, put the insoles in, and made sure they were all flat, then squatted down and put them on for him.

Huang Dan looked at the man's bent back, "When I was three or four years old, you held me on your lap and helped me put on my shoes. When I was a teenager, you squatted to help me put on my shoes. Now I am two years away." It's only thirty, and you still put on my shoes, and you've been treating me like a child, so I won't grow up."

Song Min didn't make any response, as if it was a matter of course.

Huang Dan waited for the man to stand up, straighten his body, and when he was a head taller than himself, he raised his hand to touch the man's temple, "You are old."

Song Min put the coat on for the young man.

Huang Dan saw him tidying his coat, pursed his lips and said, "I thought that in life, as long as you have a clear goal and complete it smoothly, I didn't realize that there are many things I didn't do well until now. I see you every morning and evening. , but you don’t even know when you are old.”

Listening to the young man's reflective tone, Song Min's forehead twitched slightly. It was not relief, but anger, as if he was extremely disgusted with the person who taught the other party to grow up. He opened the door for the other party without saying a word.

"Drive slower on the road."

Huang Dan tucked his chin into the scarf and went out with the car keys in his hand, "I'll come back to cook dinner tonight."

The door was closed, and Song Min was still standing there motionless, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

Just when Huang Dan drove the car out of the community, an old classmate's Weibo was updated. The photo showed a large rose garden and a castle behind it, with three words: I'm coming.

The group was originally reporting the itinerary, departure, where, how long will it take to arrive, and whether you have arrived, etc. After Weibo came out, the pot exploded all of a sudden, and they were all talking about the person who came back from abroad.

It may be the friendship when they were teenagers, which is different from the ones they came into contact with after work. Without those worries and calculations, they all still turned a blind eye and looked carefree. To be honest, I really didn’t expect that they were the last three in the year, fighting and skipping classes. The little gangster turned into a hot golden bachelor after many years.

Or how come there is a saying called 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi? This is only a little over one-tenth of 30 years, and huge changes have taken place.

However, the owner of the Weibo didn't respond. It seemed that he was just bored and posted a Weibo casually.

On weekends, there is a little traffic jam on the road.

Huang Dan was waiting at the red light at the crossroads, and the song "Ten Years" was in the car. His state of mind was indescribable. After thinking about it, he turned it off, for fear of accidents and harming himself and others if he didn't pay attention.

Everyone gathered at the tea house, had an afternoon tea, and then went to the following program. Some brought their family members, and some went with the mentality of reviving old feelings. Each had their own thoughts.

Half an hour later, Huang Dan parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car, and walked to the supermarket not far ahead.

There are very few people in the supermarket, only two or three are wandering in front of the shelves, either because of difficulty in choosing, or whether they can buy or not.

When buying things on the yellow list, he always thinks about it first. In the past, he just bought it and left. He would not waste time when choosing. He went into the supermarket and took what he wanted, a bottle of mineral water, a bottle of green tea, and a box of chewing gum. There was a fifty bill in the wallet.

The clerk at the counter was a little girl, and she asked if I needed a bag.

Huang Dan said he wanted one.

The little girl put the water and chewing gum into the bag. She took the [-] bills, squeezed them to check if they were true or false, said to wait a moment, then lowered her head to find a handful of change in the drawer.

Huang Dan lowered his eyes to pick it up, and instead of a little girl's voice, it was a bass voice, "This is [-], as long as you catch Director Nie's indiscreet behavior within a month, and tell me as soon as possible, after it's done, There's still half."

Following the sound, there was something extra in Huang Dan's hand, not a handful of change, but a long object wrapped in newspaper.

Huang Dan was stunned.

He thought he would never travel again, but he didn't expect there to be.

"Why, have you never seen so much money?"

A man in a dark purple suit folded his legs, holding a cigar in his hand, "You work hard, do things beautifully, keep your mouth shut, don't be stupid, everyone will live in peace, this money can make you Walk sideways in T city for a while."

Huang Dan glanced around and found himself in a car, probably out of secrecy, the driver in front was not there, apart from him, there was only a man in a suit beside him in the car.

With pain in the back of his hand, Huang Dan's nerve endings trembled violently.

The man crushed the cigar hard with his hand, "The elders in the family didn't educate you. When the elders are talking to you, don't you go on a errand?"

Huang Dan withdrew his hand, the place where the cigar was burned was burning hot, and he cried in pain.

When the man saw the young man crying, he was stunned for a few seconds, with a look of boredom on his face, he waved his hand like chasing flies, "Get the money and get out!"

As soon as Huang Dan opened the door and got out of the car, the driver not far away was called back, and the Audi next to him walked away.

The pain was so intense that Huang Dan couldn't think. He walked under the sycamore tree and squatted down. The veins on his neck were protruding, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't stop crying, it was too painful.

A young woman passed by on a bicycle, and she stopped when she saw it, "Comrade, what's wrong with you, is it important?"

Huang Dan shook his head and said it was okay.

The young woman fumbled inside her coat, and passed a handkerchief over, "Look at you, the snot is coming out, wipe it off."

Huang Dan didn't bother, took the handkerchief to thank him, and turned his head to twist his nose.

Leaning on the bicycle, the young woman stretched out her hand to straighten her shoulder-length short hair, and looked curiously at the crying young man. After a closer look, she felt a little familiar, and when she looked again, she recognized the youngest of the Chen family.

This person has no skills, so he will cause trouble, causing his elder brother to lose his spot in the Red Star Factory, and his second sister was laughed at in the art troupe for a long time.

Seeing the young man wiping his nose and tears with his handkerchief, the young woman said angrily, "Give me my handkerchief!"

Huang Dan didn't hear clearly, he raised his head and looked over with teary eyes, "What?"

The young woman saw the young man crying, it was probably beaten by someone, she bit her lip, her handkerchief was so dirty, she wanted it, so she pedaled the bicycle without saying a word, without turning her head left.

Huang Dan squatted on the ground and cried for a long time before recovering. He folded the handkerchiefs covered with snot and tears, and they could still be used after washing.

The wind blows up the sycamore leaves, and dances in the air with the dust, regardless of the life and death of others.

The road here is very wide, with no end in sight. After the woman left just now, there were no vehicles, not even a wild cat or dog looking for food.

Huang Dan took a breath, and he opened the newspaper at his feet. Inside was a stack of one hundred banknotes, all new money, with four heads on it.

"Mr. System, are you there?"

System, "He's not here."

Huang Dan rewrapped the newspaper and stood up with the money, "Is that Mr. Lu?"

System, "It's Lu."

Huang Dan and Mr. Lu have already met in the world they traveled to last time. Although they have not reached the relationship of friends, they have a sense of security. He doesn't know how that sense of security comes from.

It may be that a business-like person has no doubts about his ability and will not make any mistakes.

The system said, "Host Huang, now please accept this mission."

Huang Dan said yes, and a task screen appeared in front of him out of thin air, "Why is there a seal?"

System, "is the signature of the mission issuer."

Huang Dan said, "Not before."

System, "The task issuer this time is an old cadre, and his style of work is quite different."

Yellow list, "..."

He looked at the task screen again, and moved his eyes from the seal to the text.

[Nie Wenyuan's anger: Not long after I was transferred to Red Star Factory last month, my niece Xiaowei was found in the grass by the roadside. Now, I want to know who did it. 】

Not long after reading the yellow list, the task screen disappeared.

System, "All the memories about the original owner have been transferred. Host Huang, please contact Lu at any time if you have any questions."

"I will, thanks."

Huang Dan sorted out the memories while receiving the memories in his head. The owner of this body was Chen Yu, who was 19 years old and had never read any books. He just came back from two years of labor reform a few months ago.

In two years, T City has developed a lot. The original owner's brothers and sisters are all knowledgeable. One has gone to college and is very educated, and the other can dance. Everyone knows that sooner or later they will dance to B City, but he is the only one who can't fart. No, I will just find a group of friends to eat and drink all day long.

The original owner was the youngest in the family, spoiled by lawlessness, he liked to steal this and that since he was a child, and even stole the family's money, he was caught every time he stole, he would steal again after beating, and he would never change after repeated admonitions.

On the day the original owner committed a crime with a few friends and was caught and arrested, his father had a stroke. When he came out of prison, his father had already moved from his home to the grave.

The original owner was fooled into opening a bar with someone else. He had no money, so he was used by the man in the suit to help him cheat Director Nie, who was the uncle of Nie Wenyuan, the person who issued the mission.

Nie Wenyuan is the younger brother of the original owner's mother, not a relative, but an old friend's child. Because the old friend's family had an accident, they didn't come forward to help, but pushed behind their backs. The child of an old friend.

From a legal point of view, the adopted one is considered a family, but Nie Wenyuan is not in the Nie family's household registration book, he moved out after he became famous.

Red Star Factory is a piece of meat and potatoes, the original owner's brother is a college student, it is very difficult to get a place, and was disturbed by the original owner.

Nie Wenyuan is the newly appointed director. As many people want to curry favor with him, as many people see him as a thorn in their side. There are thorns on that seat, which makes it difficult to sit. If one is not careful, they will stab themselves.

Huang Dan searched through the memory of the original owner, and found out that the man in the suit was Wang Ming, a wealthy businessman in T City, who had a grudge against Nie Wenyuan, and he was the first among a bunch of people who wanted to ruin his reputation.

In this day and age, personal style is very important. If there is a slight problem, you will be cast aside and unable to lift your head, no different from a rat crossing the street.

So if you want to bring Nie Wenyuan down, you have to start with his style.

This kind of thing can only be done by someone who can get in touch with Nie Wenyuan. The original owner is his nephew after all. He has a thick skin and it is not difficult to work hard.

As for the Xiaowei mentioned in the mission, she is the daughter of the original owner's mother's younger sister. She is the closest to Nie Wenyuan among all the juniors, and she is a very likable girl.

Huang Dan paused the work of combing memory, he looked down at his clothes, a white shirt outside the white vest, which was casually opened, and a pair of navy blue trousers, without a belt, which were loose and loose, showing a kind of decadence.

He doesn't understand the fashion that the original owner pursues.

It was August, and Huang Dan didn't smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. He only felt the dust sticking to his mouth and nose, which was very uncomfortable. This place was very remote. He knew where it was from the memory of the original owner, but he didn't know how to get back.

Huang Dan squatted back under the tree. After thinking for a while, he took off his white shirt, stuffed the money and the newspaper into it, and held it in his arms.

In his real world, this amount of money is far from enough for a month's salary, but here, ten thousand is more than ten thousand, and it has to be multiplied several times.

As the sun set, a large expanse of burning red spread out, making Huang Dan's face reddened.

Huang Dan stood up and moved his hands and feet, and a surprised voice sounded from behind, "Yu Yu, why are you here?"

He hurriedly turned around, knowing that the person who came was his neighbor, Uncle Ma, who had been taking good care of the original owner's family, especially after the original owner's father passed away, he ran home every day.

After thinking about it, Huang Dan made an excuse, "I made an appointment here with someone, but he didn't come."

Uncle Ma pushed his bicycle closer, "I haven't come yet, I must have been delayed by something, go back quickly, your mother is looking for you in front of and behind the house!"

Seeing that the young man didn't respond, he stretched out his hand and patted him, "Why are you so stupid? Although uncle is old, he is in good health. There is no problem with taking you. Go up."

Huang Dan sat on the back seat of the bicycle.

Speaking of which, this is his first time riding a bicycle. It is a lie to say that it is not fresh, and it is also a lie that the buttocks are not tight.

Uncle Ma glanced at the clothes in the young man's arms, "Younger, it's cold at night, put on your clothes, hold the back with your hands, don't fall."

Huang Dan said to put on the heat, "it's fine."

Uncle Ma watched young people grow up, so he knew that he would not listen to persuasion, so he didn't say anything. He stepped on a bicycle and rode forward against the setting sun.

Huang Dan soon knew that Uncle Ma was bragging, "Uncle, let me ride."

Uncle Ma was out of breath, sweating profusely, and said loudly out of breath, "This hillside is difficult to ride, you, you can't ride it."

Huang Dan said, "Let's take turns riding, so we can take it easy."

Uncle Ma listened to the car as soon as he thought about it. He wiped the sweat off his face with his coat. His neck and face were red from the heat, and he said embarrassingly, "Younger, don't tell your mother about this when you go back. , let her know that uncle can't even take you with him, so don't laugh at uncle to death."

Huang Dan agreed.

He doesn't know how to ride a bike, but the original owner can. When he holds the front of the bike with his hands and steps on the pedals, his body's center of gravity is adjusted at the same time.

A section of the road on the hillside made Huang Dan tired and covered in sweat, almost as if he had fished it out of the water. He blinked, and a drop of sweat dripped from his eyelashes, "Uncle, I can't do it."

If you can't, just say no, Huang Dan will not die and suffer.

Uncle Ma's face twitched, he hadn't slowed down enough, "Go over there and rest for a while."

The old and the young sat on the ground panting, sweating profusely.

The money from the yellow slip was in the bicycle basket, which was so tattered that it could barely hold it.

After resting for a while, the two hurried on their way again.

Slowly, other vehicles appeared. Occasionally, a car passed by with exhaust fumes, caught in the queue of bicycles, very eye-catching.

That is a sign of development.

Huang Dan returned to the residence, greeted Uncle Ma and entered the door. As soon as he crossed the threshold of the main room, he heard singing from the room with the curtain on the left.

"You are the wind, I am the sand, lingering to the end of the world..."

I don't know which TV series started it.

The yellow sheet didn't stay long, he first went to the original owner's house based on his memory, quickly took off the shirt outside, stuffed the newspaper and money under the bed, and dragged out the broken leather box inside to block it for safety.

After ensuring that he would not be discovered, Huang Dan buried his sweaty face in his shirt, wiped it vigorously, and threw it at the end of the bed. He went to the room on the left and found two men and a woman inside.

The woman is the second sister of the original owner, Chen Xiaorou. She has long hair and a shawl. She wears a floral dress and a white sweater. She is gentle and dignified, with a good temperament.

Chen Xiaorou turned her face to a small 14-inch color TV, which was playing a court drama, shouting about Huang Ama, she watched it with gusto.

Huang Dan looked at the two men. The young one was the original owner's elder brother Chen Fei. He was tall and burly, with a good-looking appearance. The man next to him was the original owner's uncle Nie Wenyuan, with his shirt tucked into his trousers, standing with his back facing him. His hair was shaved very short, with the back rubbed up, his neck was slender, and his figure was tall and straight.

Sensing Huang Dan's gaze, Nie Wenyuan turned his head. His face had peach blossoms, his eyebrows were deep, and his facial features could be set off delicately, but because of his steady and upright temperament, anyone who glanced at him would feel