After detonating the hot search

A gust of wind blew past, shaking the rose, and blowing through Wen Nian's whole body.

When he first arrived at the villa, he actually didn't pay much attention to the rose on the wall.

There are too many people who raise roses. Along the way from the villa area, several families raise them, and they have all kinds of roses.

But now Shen Huaijing said that he had seen it when he was filming.

Wen Nian suddenly wanted to ask Shen Huaijing, he remembered the climbing vine rose on the wall outside the studio, and if he remembered the people he met at that time.

But he didn't ask in the end.

Shen Huaijing drove his own car, which was parked on the second basement floor of the main station.

Wen Nian's mind was still hanging on the rose on the wall, and he was a little absent-minded. After being hit by the cool wind in the basement, he settled down.

Wen Nian unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

"Thank you, Teacher Shen."

The tone is completely different from that of "come and drink this together" at that time.

Shen Huaijing was a little funny.

"Wait." He called to stop him.

Wen Nian turned around, and saw something extra in Shen Huaijing's hand.

It was as long as a little finger, and it was a little far away, so he couldn't see clearly, so he bent down and looked inside from the lowered car window.

is a key.

...the key to the villa.

Wen Nian quickly realized: "Bring it to Brother Lin?"

Shen Huaijing was startled for a moment, then half helpless and half amused: "Here you are."

Wen Nian seemed to have a lump in his head.

……give him?

Shen Huaijing spoke again: "In the future, if you encounter this situation again, if you can't get through the phone, just open the door and come in."

Wen Nian was a little confused: "In the future?"

Shen Huaijing: "Well, in the future."

Shen Huaijing kept looking at him, as if waiting for his answer.

Wen Nian took the key mechanically: "Then let me go first."

Shen Huaijing smiled: "Okay, let's go up."

This time, the wind in the basement was no longer worrying.

When he arrived at the rehearsal room, Shen Han immediately walked over, seeing that Wen Nian was a little out of control: "What's wrong, did my brother kill you?"

Wen Nian: "No."

Shen Han paused: "So when you passed by, he wasn't sleeping?"

Wen Nian didn't understand the meaning of Shen Han's "so" for a while and the succession and transformation in it, so he only replied: "He was sleeping, I woke him up."

"He was sleeping, you woke him up, but he wasn't angry?" Shen Han seemed to have heard some horror story.

Wen Nian thought of Shen Huaijing's appearance at that time. He felt a little uncomfortable when he was woken up, but he was not angry, and even... quite easy to talk to.

Shen Han was thinking about the rationality of this matter, when suddenly a sentence came to his ears: "Do you have the key to Mr. Shen's villa?"

"If there is, Brother Lin will let me go directly." Shen Han immediately shook his head, and then asked casually, "Brother Lin asked you to ask me?"

Wen Nian was silent.

The key in his hand was even hotter.

Rose, Key, and Wen Nian became more and more chaotic, more chaotic and more tired. When the rehearsal was over and they returned to the villa, they didn't even want to move. They just took a book and ran downstairs to the courtyard to blow some air.

After turning over dozens of pages in the book, Shen Han popped his head out from the balcony on the second floor, calling pitifully, "Niannian."

Wen Nian looked up: "What's wrong."

Shen Han: "There are too many things in the closet. I stuffed my coat into the luggage bag yesterday, but when the assistant came to pick up things today, he took the luggage bag by mistake and took it back as unnecessary. I don't have short sleeves. Changed."

"Get it from me."

Shen Han waited for Wen Nian to say this, and smiled when he heard this: "Is it in the closet?"

Two days ago, he seemed to see Wen Nian using the wardrobe.

Wen Nian replied absent-mindedly: "Yes."

Shen Han opened the closet, only to see a well packed bag.

He didn't think much about it, he opened it and paused.

That's not short sleeves, it's a coat.

Or a school jacket.

Shen Han somehow felt familiar.

He stared at the coat and looked and looked and looked and looked and suddenly, the memory gate opened.

He remembered.

Almost at the moment he remembered, the door was slammed open with a "bang--".

Wen Nian ran up from downstairs.

The two looked at each other.

Shen Han was like a wooden stake, his whole body stuck there, motionless.

After a long time, he spoke.

"Niannian, why do you have my brother's clothes?"

Wen Nian didn't speak, his face was still pale after running fast.

A group of people followed behind him, Xu Yixin, Yu Hang, Li Siyuan... They watched Wen Nian suddenly put down his book and ran in from the courtyard without warning.

I got up in such a hurry that I didn't even notice that the book fell to the floor—I don't know if I didn't notice it or didn't care about it.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that Xu Yixin and the others didn't dare to approach, so they stopped a few steps away from the room.

"What's the matter, what are you playing? Take me!" Xia Nan's voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the corridor.

He walked over joyfully dragging his slippers, and the answer was a merciless closing of the door.

Shen Han closed the door.

All movement was isolated, and the room became silent again.

He remembered it, and when he saw the word "Qi Yun" on the left chest of the school uniform, he remembered it.

A few years ago, his brother starred in a crime movie, in which there was a scene where the main character was on campus, and the scene was filmed in a middle school in Jiangcheng.

The shooting time was actually not long, only half a month. Because he was afraid that the students would get caught in the camera by mistake, the director directly discussed with the school, borrowed their school uniform style, and only modified the school's famous work, changing it to "" in the script. Qi Yun".

The reason why Shen Han remembered it so clearly was because he also went to the set for two days to play during the filming of that scene.

What school is that school?

It seems to be Jiang University Affiliated High School?

Is Wen Nian from the High School Affiliated to Jiang University?

Even if that was the case, why was the costume in his place?

Questions came one after another, crowded together, Shen Han didn't know where to start asking.

Wen Nian walked over in silence, took the coat from Shen Han, folded it, put it back into the bag, and said softly: "I forgot, I put the coat back in the suitcase, I'll get it for you."

After speaking, Wen Nian turned and walked to his bed, and put the suitcase on the ground.

The only sound left in the room was the metal zipper locks of the suitcase scraping across the chain.

Shen Han subconsciously opened his mouth to confirm: "Niannian, this dress is my brother..."

Wen Nian didn't wait for him to finish, so he responded.

"Yes."

"..."

Wen Nian was still half squatting by the suitcase, rummaging through his clothes without saying a word, as if nothing had happened—but it was just as if.

Shen Han saw his pale lips and was silent for a moment.

When she spoke again, her voice had returned to its former briskness: "I want the white one, the one with a small blue frame on the back, you can find it for me, I'll take a shower first."

A clear "stop here" signal.

Wen Nian paused, then found out the clothes: "This one?"

"Ah."

Wen Nian got up, and the moment he handed over the clothes, he said, "Don't ask anymore?"

Shen Han lowered his eyes and shook his head: "Don't ask."

It may be that Shen Han's expression is too much like a child who has been arrested for making mistakes, but Wen Nian inexplicably wants to laugh: "Should I not ask now, or not in the future."

"I don't ask anymore. If you don't want to talk, I don't ask." Shen Han took the clothes, turned and walked to the bathroom.

I don't know where all the grievances came from, but he was the one who broke the secret... Wen Nian was a little funny.

"It's not that I don't want to say."

"I don't know how to say it."

"Go take a shower first, and I'll tell you when you're done."

Shen Han's footsteps stopped: "If you really don't want to..."

Wen Nian raised his hand to interrupt: "Will you listen?"

Shen Han immediately said: "Listen."

"Then go quickly."

"it is good."

When Shen Han entered the house from the balcony, he didn't close the door, the evening wind was shattering, but it didn't penetrate seamlessly, swaying and lifting the curtain.

Wen Nian walked over, tied up the curtain, and walked to the balcony.

He folded his hands on the railing of the balcony and looked not far away.

The rose on the wall melts into the night and is dyed with moonlight.

The season when the roses are at their peak is actually May, but Wen Nian remembers that in July of the year he met Shen Huaijing, the roses bloomed well.

He met Shen Huaijing in the third grade classroom.

At the end of July, the sophomores had just moved into the third floor of high school.

Because the elders in the family were the leaders of the attached middle school, during that time, he lived in the teaching staff area, separated from the teaching building by several hundred meters. He thought it was troublesome, so he didn't take the papers home.

On the first day after the summer vacation, it rained, and he was writing papers in the lecture hall.

The lecture theater is not an ordinary classroom, but more like a small reading room. There are often faculty and staff here to read and prepare lessons. Therefore, the air conditioner is turned on all year round and it is very cool.

Maybe it's the summer vacation, the school is very quiet, even the sound of cicadas is weak.

Because of some colds, he occasionally coughed a few times. After finishing the papers, he fell asleep in the classroom, and it was already evening when we got up together.

I don't know when the rain stopped, and the sun came out, and the afterglow was gentle and gentle.

There was no one around, so he got up directly and worked out a competition problem on the blackboard.

Erase and write, write and erase, nothing is right.

Wen Nian was a little annoyed.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pulled open.

Hearing someone coming, Wen Nian turned around and put on the mask because he was afraid that he would cough.

Then he saw a person.

The man was wearing the school uniform of the attached middle school, with a slender figure, and the school uniform jacket was hung loosely on the elbows.

The school uniform was obviously full of student spirit, but when he wore it, it gave off a shirt and trousers demeanor.

Wen Nian had never seen him.

Not a freshman, not a sophomore... Compared to a current student, this person is more like a senior who came back by chance after a few years of graduation.

The two men made eye contact, and the man smiled.

Wen Nian turned his head away, avoiding his eyes, and focused on the topic on the blackboard.

But that gaze has always seemed to be there.

After a long time, Wen Nian turned his head, his expression, voice, and emotion were very calm: "Is there something wrong?"

That person: "The solution is correct."

Wen Nian chalked it up.

The man took two steps forward, and clicked twice on the penultimate step: "There is a condition here."

The afterglow fell on the man's hand in mottled patterns through the leaves of the old trees passing through the wall outside the window.

Because of the close distance, Wen Nian could even see the stretched bone lines when his fingers moved.

Wen Nian didn't see what condition he fell into.

The man picked up a piece of chalk: "I write this way, do you mind?"

Wen Nian was silent for a while, then stepped aside.

The man's handwriting was very beautiful, and the white chalk was pressed against his knuckles. When he wrote a word, a little dust fell, and it was all over his hands.

The last number dropped, which perfectly matched the reference answer.

Wen Nian's attention gradually shifted from this person to the topic.

He gave a second solution, which Wen Nian had never thought of.

He wrote while speaking, his voice was deep and deep, like light rain in a wet heat wave in July.

Wen Nian listened more and more seriously, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Thank you senior." After explaining, Wen Nian handed him a tissue.

The man seemed a little surprised: "Senior?"

Wen Nian: "Isn't it?"

He can be sure that the person is not a freshman, not even a sophomore in high school, it seems that he can only be a senior.

The man took a tissue and wiped his hands: "Then senior."

Wen Nian: "?"

For the next half an hour, Wen Nian was sitting by the window writing papers, and the man was sitting by the window reading, and the two of them said nothing.

"What kind of flowers does the flower shop at the door grow?" the man asked.

Wen Nian glanced out, from the lecture theater he could just see the wall of the flower shop behind the door.

"Climbing rose, Lady Charlotte."

"It smells good."

"I can't smell it." He was wearing a mask, and the classroom had the air conditioner on and the windows closed.

The man chuckled.

Wen Nian also felt that the "I can't smell it" just now was too sentimental, so he said: "The proprietress said that it has just been raised for two or three seasons, and it has not yet reached the peak of prosperity. It will look better if it is raised more."

"Have you asked the lady boss?"

"Ah."

"Like this flower?"

"……fine."

The topic finally stopped on the "climbing vine rose".

The man answered the phone and got up.

In fact, Wen Nian couldn't remember exactly what time it was at that time. He only remembered that the afterglow was already very shallow, alternating with the moonlight, but the sky was not completely dark yet.

Summer nights always come slowly.

"Leaving?" Wen Nian subconsciously asked the moment the man got up.

The man nodded.

Maybe it's because he's still a little young, he can't hide his expression, and his unhappiness and loss are written directly on his face.

The man was stunned for a moment, then leaned over, patted his head, and gave it very lightly.

Wen Nian thinks about it now, maybe it's the same as that time in the courtyard, when the man touched the end of his hair.

He said, "See you next time."

see you next time...

Wen Nian was unable to speak.

He didn't say goodbye, didn't say see you next time, he didn't say a word, watched him walk out of the classroom, watched him walk away.

The street lights outside the flower shop were on, and through the window, Wen Nian saw the flower shop proprietress coming out with a small water bottle, humming a song, and sprinkled water on the roses.

As the proprietress said, the wall climbing rose was not in full bloom at that time, but it was blooming very well.

Later, Wen Nian didn't go to that lecture theater again for the whole summer vacation.

He couldn't say why, but he knew that the man would never come again.

Later, when school started, Wen Nian took out the cleaned school uniform jacket from the closet and put it on, looking at the school uniform that was obviously two sizes too big, Wen Nian was stunned.

He opened it, and then saw the position on his chest. It was not written "No. [-] Middle School Affiliated to Jiangcheng University" at all, but "Qiyun High School".

The style is exactly the same, but instead of "Fuzhong", it is "Qi Yun".

Only then did he know who the person he met in the auditorium that day was.

The costume that the man put down because he thought it was too hot was confused with the coat he took to the auditorium because he was afraid of the cold.

That person is not a senior, but Shen Huaijing.

The memory is long, a little far away, and it seems to be within reach.

Shen Han came out of the bathroom, while Wen Nian was still on the balcony.

He walked over cautiously.

Wen Nian heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

Shen Han tugged at the door, with a serious face: "I'm ready."

Wen Nian smiled: "Get ready for something."

"Get ready for a great story."

"Majestic waves are not used in this way."

Wen Nian ignored all the details and explained the matter in a few words.

Shen Han didn't speak for a long time, and then said in disbelief: "That's it?!"

"Then I guess it's pretty close."

Wen Nian sat on the small wicker chair and looked at him: "How did you guess?"

"Just you are studying in the attached middle school, my brother is filming there, the two met by chance, you are his fan, cried I love you, he gave you clothes as a gift, compared, my version seems like It's even more fascinating."

Wen Nian: "..."

If all the details were ignored, then the day he met Shen Huaijing, it seemed that "that's it".

The two just met in the lecture theater, and Shen Huaijing just helped him solve a problem, chatted, and took the wrong clothes.

But maybe the afterglow was too soft that day, and the roses on the wall bloomed too beautifully. In all his memories, he has never encountered such an evening again.

The two entered the room, and Shen Han was lying on the bed in a big shape.

"Oh, so at that time I said that my brother had good grades in school, you said you knew it, and you said he was very good." Shen Han suddenly realized.

"Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem to be quite 'just like that'."

Wen Nian was confused: "?"

Shen Han turned around, supported his head with one hand, and looked at Wen Nian: "I think if we can solve that problem, it won't be 'that's it'."

The more Shen Han talked, the more excited he became: "The one who used to be is my brother, he can figure it out, if it's me who is in the past..."

Wen Nian turned his back: "Go to sleep."

Shen Han: "..."

For some reason, he felt his intelligence was offended.

It may be that something that has been hidden for a long time has finally been opened, or it may be that Shen Han's noisy voice is reassuring. This night, Wen Nian slept surprisingly well.

When I woke up the next day, I saw Fu Lin for a long time, and also drank Fu Lin's fat sea for a long time.

Fu Lin: "Are you up?"

Wen Nian came over: "Yes."

Fu Lin got straight to the point: "I tried the tea recipe you sent me to relieve my headache that day."

Wen Nian raised his head and looked at him: "Is it effective?"

Fu Lin clicked his tongue: "A little bit, but the taste is a bit astringent."

Wen Nian: "..."

What did brother Lin drink?

Wen Nian suddenly remembered that he had indeed just sent a tea recipe that day, and he did not say that it was for Shen Huaijing.

"Did Mr. Shen not drink?" Wen Nian still asked.

Seeing that he had asked the question, Fu Lin smiled, he naturally knew that the tea recipe was for Shen Huaijing.

"Drink it, but tea is not as good for him as coffee."

"I looked it up, and the best way to relieve headaches is massage."

After finishing speaking, Fu Lin took a look at Wen Nian.

Wen Nian: "I know."

Fu Lin looked at him with interest.

Then, when the phone rang, there was already a fingering massage tutorial on his WeChat.

Wen Nian: "I saw it before, Brother Lin, you can try it for Teacher Shen."

Fu Lin choked for a long time: "...You want me to press it for him?"

Wen Nian shook his head, his tone serious: "This is a self-guided tutorial, it's very simple, Mr. Shen can learn it with just a few glances."

That is, without the help of others.

Fu Lin: "..."

Wen Nian's eyes were too clean, Fu Lin couldn't bear it, coughed, and changed the subject: "I heard from Shen Han that you will practice for half a day today?"

"Well, it's Yu Hang's birthday, so I discussed it with the program team and only recorded for half a day. They seem to have arrangements in the afternoon."

It was a coincidence that my birthday happened to happen during the recording.

Fu Linshun asked, "What arrangement?"

Wen Nian thought for a while: "Yesterday they said they were going to Xia Nan's bar."

Last time, because of Mr. Shen's phone call, the "full audience consumption" was only dozens of bottles of fruit juice, milk and a bottle of wine... The last bottle of wine was accidentally smashed by the little girl and marked on his head. Mr. Xia felt that the consumption was not very good Atmospheric, he wanted to return to the atmosphere.

But as soon as Wen Nian finished speaking, Xu Yixin walked down the stairs: "I'm not going, I'm at the villa."

Wen Nian: "?"

"The last time I was separated by the Pacific Ocean, Mr. Shen called to check the post. Today, I heard from the program team that Mr. Shen is next door. Mr. Xia is scared."

"What investigation?" Fu Lin heard of it for the first time.

Xu Yixin: "When we went to Xia Nan Bar, Mr. Shen called Shen Han. During Mr. Shen's ardent 'care' and 'care' across the ocean, we didn't drink a single drop."

Fu Lin didn't know about "Chagang", but he knew about the trending search for "Shen Han suv". Calculated according to the time, it was probably only 6 o'clock on their side at that time.

Shen Huaijing has never cared much about Shen Han's affairs, let alone the "care" at 6 o'clock in the morning, and he knows who the problem is.

"Go if you want, it's good for young people to have fun, as long as you don't drink, check the guards, check the guards, can you catch you?" Fu Lin joked.

Xu Yixin shook his head seriously: "Xia Nan said that this time he is not afraid of Mr. Shen's investigation."

Fu Lin: "?"

Xu Yixin: "He is afraid that Mr. Shen will directly seize it."

Fu Lin: "..."

After the rehearsal in the morning, Wen Nian didn't go back to the villa directly, but went shopping in the commercial area near the TV station. After all, it was his birthday, so he always wanted to buy something.

He sent a message to the dormitory group, asking Yu Hang what they might like.

News from Zhou Jiayi and the others came back quickly.

[Zhou Jiayi: I think the LaFerrari next to the SUV that Shen Han was at the gate of Yinhe last time is pretty good. 】

Wen Nian: "..."

Coincidentally, Xu Yixin and Shen Han were also discussing birthday gifts in the small group on the combined stage. Wen Nian clicked on the opportunity and saw their gift, which was a brick with a paint pen written on it: May our friendship last forever! like a rock.

No, it is as firm as a rock, and the word "pan" is wrongly written.

Wen Nian: "..."

Wen Nian didn't count on anyone, so he finally picked a woody aroma diffuser.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the villa, he heard movement inside.

"Why me again?! Today is my birthday, and you still focus on me, do you still have humanity?" Yu Hang's voice sounded.

Wen Nian walked over, and Yu Hang stood up immediately: "Wen Nian, you came just in time, I can't stand it anymore! You come!"

"The barrage asks you to quickly give up the C position." Xu Yixin patted Yu Hang's leg.

Barrage?

Before Wen Nian had time to think about it, he handed the gift to Yu Hang first: "Happy birthday."

Yu Hang almost burst into tears: "You are the first serious gift I received today."

"You say my rock is not serious?" Shen Han immediately said.

The barrage was already full of laughter.

Yu Hang approached and explained to Wen Nian: "I promised the fans on Weibo before that there will be a small live broadcast on my birthday. It hasn't been long since it started, and we will download it after we finish playing the game."

"It's okay, chat casually, the heat is not very high, we will play our own."

So Wen Nian just joined the battle.

After watching two rounds from the sidelines, Wen Nian figured out the rules and won six rounds in one go.

Shen Han no longer believed that it was a matter of luck, in fact, it really wasn't.

"As long as you memorize all the number cards that have been dealt, you can count them." Wen Nian said truthfully.

Everyone: "..."

Shen Han: "Can I not remember?"

Wen Nian: "Yes, I will try my best."

As a result, Wen Nian managed to win two more rounds.

【Fortunately, I don’t have any money to play with. If I had to play with money, then Shen Han’s current economic situation would probably be: where there is no parasite in the tap water, if I borrow 5 yuan, I will be arrested. 】

[Thanks to Shen Han for telling me with personal experience: Don't try to play number cards with the proud son of Jiang University. 】

[Listen to me, change the cards now, directly kill the werewolf, and directly blindly poison Wen Nian at the beginning. 】

Shen Han touched Wen Nian: "Give me some face."

"Let me go."

Wen Nian gave in.

"One more time."

Wen Nian gave in again.

In the end, Wen Nian put a huge amount of water in the Pacific Ocean, and the landlord who firmly occupied the first place was finally overthrown.

"The truth or the big risk?" Yu Hang immediately handed over the punishment card.

Wen Nian quickly made a choice: "A big adventure."

Someone just drew the truth, the content is very monotonous, even boring, asked: who is your favorite celebrity, confession on the spot for 1 minute.

As soon as the question was uttered, the barrage shouted, "Is this pair of punishment cards coming out to work before the full moon, so do something exciting!"

But Wen Nian felt that he might not be able to answer that question.

Even if the answer came up, I couldn't do the second half of the sentence.

Shen Han also thought it was a good adventure, so he leaned into Wen Nian's ear: "The most outrageous thing seems to be reciting poetry with two pieces of ice in it."

Yu Hang shuffled the cards and shuffled them again, and the stack was as high as a hand.

"Come on, draw cards."

"After the draw, read out the punishment from above."

Wen Nian picked one at random.

He flipped it over to see—a ghost ace.

Half black, half red, the color is rich, but...

"No words." Wen Qing said in a young voice.

Yu Hang walked over directly: "I've checked everything, why didn't—"

Yu Hang's throat tightened.

He wanted to stop Wen Nian's actions, but Wen Nian had already laid the cards flat on the table: "Did you forget to take out this ghost trump card?"

"Shall I draw another one?"

No one spoke.

Everyone looked at Wen Nian with "ah this" on their faces.

Shen Han was the first to react, took the cards in Yu Hang's hand, spread them all on the ground, and expressed the same emotion as when he drew the dormitory number that day: "This card is not made!"

After checking one by one, there is really only one ghost ace.

"What's wrong?" Wen Nian flipped through the ghost trump card twice, and there was indeed not a single word.

Yu Hang covered his head: "We made a rule at the beginning, you came back a little late, maybe you didn't hear it."

"One hundred punishment cards, just one ghost trump card, it's the lottery we set, if the one who gets drawn goes..."

Yu Hang couldn't continue talking.

The barrage of explosions gave Wen Nian the answer.

[Choose one out of a hundred, the chosen one will go to Mr. Shen's villa next door to get something back, the outdoor ones don't count, the indoor ones must be ordered. 】

Wen Nian: "..."

When drawing cards, Yu Hang actually thought of reminding Wen Nian, but he thought that there was only one ghost king in a hundred cards, whether it was calculated by probability or purely by luck, it was not so coincidental, let alone Wen Nian was punished for the first time today.

Shen Han had already lost more than ten rounds, and he didn't have to take a draw, so he relaxed his vigilance.

As a result, what you are afraid of will come.

The barrage was densely packed, and the number of viewers also exploded.

[Wen Nian, I don't know how many surprises you have! ! 】

[To be honest, I have been waiting for this since the broadcast started. Shen Han lost more than a dozen rounds. I was waiting to witness "Shen's Wind and Cloud". The Secret of the Rich". 】

【One hundred punishment cards can pick the Ghost Ace? ! 】

[You call this a penalty card?You call this the Ghost King?Isn't this Cupid! 】

Yu Hang looked at the growing enthusiasm: "Why don't we just forget about it."

A sentence drifted across the barrage at the right time: "You can kill me, but you can't forget it."

Yu Hang: "..."

Everyone could only look at Wen Nian.

Wen Nian: "It's fine."

He said it was okay, but he was holding the ghost trump card in his hand.

As if to die with it.

"How about this, let's take a step back and ask Wen Nian to ring the doorbell three times. If Mr. Shen doesn't open the door, it will be considered an automatic pass, how about it?"

【Take a step back, no, no, no, I want my "good year" to go one step further!I want them locked up directly! 】

Yu Hang didn't look sideways: "Okay, I also hope that Teacher Shen will lock the door."

Everyone: "..."

Wen Nian took a deep breath, and as soon as he got up with the Ghost King Card, Shen Han came over and said in a very low voice: "Don't worry! I've already asked Brother Lin, my brother is not at home!"

Wen Nian looked at him silently.

Shen Han nodded seriously: "You believe me!"

Wen Nian never thought that the second time he walked this way, it would be like this.

Still holding the Ghost Ace in his hand, he went straight to the door, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out.

First sound, no one.

The second sound, no one.

The third sound, no one.

The doorbell that sounded extremely harsh yesterday made his hanging heart drop today.

Shen Han didn't lie to him.

Shen Huaijing is really not at home.

There were already complaints on the barrage, but Wen Nian let out a long sigh of relief.

"The mission is complete." Wen Nian said in a low voice.

Just as he turned to leave, there was a sudden movement at the door that had been standing still.

"Ka—" There was a clear unlocking sound.

Wen Nian's camera was always facing the ground, and the moment the unlocking sound sounded, the person in the bullet screen was almost the same time as Wen Nian saw the slowly opening door.

The barrage poured in in an instant, and there was even an obvious stuttering sound. The whole live broadcast room was like a dam on the verge of bursting. With a little more force, it could collapse in an instant.

Shen Huaijing didn't see the mobile phone that Wen Nian deliberately held down. He leaned against the door and looked at the person in front of him with a tone of surprise.

His voice rang in Wen Nian's ear and also in the live broadcast room.

"Why don't you come in by yourself."

"Don't you have the key?"

Two soft and slow sounds caused the "dam" to completely collapse.