mutual powder

mutual powder

Author: Bailuo

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My little idol is my fan.

What's more, she likes me just as much as I like her.

I tried desperately to drag you out of the mud, but I forgot that I was in the mud.

Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Yujie translator X A little idol with a good family

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1. suspense

2. Two-way secret love, 1v1, HE

3. Starlet × Fan

4. The background of the characters is related to the entertainment circle, but it is not a pure entertainment circle article

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Content tags: special liking entertainment suspense reasoning

Search keywords: Protagonist: Tang Can, Chen Diluo┃Supporting role: ┃Others: HE, Lily, suspense, entertainment circle

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The girl sat on the chair with her back straight.

She has a pair of eyes that are different from those of her peers, black and white, cold and gloomy, as if she has seen too much darkness, so that she can no longer fall into a little light.

The police officer who took the record asked, "When was the deceased killed?"

"New Year's Eve, zero o'clock," the girl replied softly, "I heard the sound of firecrackers."

The policeman paused, and exchanged glances with the person next to him: "Then, when you opened the door and came out, you found the body, didn't you?"

The girl's eyes moved slightly, and her eyes moved away from him inch by inch, falling into the void.

She said, "Yes."

After visiting the police station several times, I finally finished the last record.The police officer who took the record thanked her for her cooperation and took her away personally.

She didn't say anything, her eyes were empty, and she slowly followed behind him.

In fact, she is quite familiar with the road here: from New Year's Eve to the present, a week has passed since the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the school has started, but she has to keep visiting the police station and answering those questions that have been repeated too much. Many, meaningless questions.

When passing through an interrogation room, she heard the sound of falling objects, as if someone had knocked everything to the ground, and then, a young girl's voice broke down and shouted: "I don't believe it! Give me back my parents and brother!"

The voice contained a cry, followed by a suppressed low sob.She paused slightly, then walked forward unhurriedly.

The pain of losing a loved one, she understood.

But what is the use?

It was impossible for her to go in to comfort the broken girl, and it was impossible for the other party to know that she had passed by the interrogation room.

They passed each other, and there was no intersection.

Like she was with the dead, tender nanny at home.

The author has something to say:

Opening a new pit again, cool author Liangliang’s pit, it is fate to be able to enter the pit, everyone cherishes each other, read a few more chapters, maybe you will be interested.

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Chapter.1

Yancheng, the railway station.

The train from Yancheng to Liancheng was about to leave, and crowds of people rushed to the platform. Ding Qiao was squeezed into the crowd, unable to straighten his back under the weight of his heavy backpack.He is in his thirties and forties, with a very kind face and a calm demeanor that has seen the world around him, which is fundamentally different from the middle-aged greasy men nowadays.Although he was carrying a big bag, but wearing a shirt and leather shoes, he looked like a nondescript office worker instead of a backpacker.

The people next to him pushed and shoved, trying to squeeze into the car first. He didn't know who pushed him, and he didn't know who he hit.The one who was hit was a young girl, she blocked him with one hand and said, "I have no quality."

Ding Qiao felt aggrieved: Obviously he was also pushed here.

After finally squeezing to the front of the carriage, he handed the ticket to the flight attendant. The flight attendant also looked like a lady, taking his ticket with the momentum of grabbing money, which made him shiver for a while.

Before getting in the car, I looked up casually, and saw that the sky outside was gray, covered with dark clouds, heavy and heavy, and there was a kind of momentum that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building.

He booked a soft sleeper, and was looking for the room number one by one with the ticket, when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.The backpack was heavy and there were so many passengers behind him that he didn't have time to look at it, so he let it vibrate in his pocket, ready to look at it when he got to the berth.

As soon as he opened the door of the room, he froze.

There are four berths in the room, two on the upper and two on the upper one. He originally booked the upper berth because he thought that only the lower berth was occupied, so that it would be quiet.As a result, he suddenly regretted that he didn't book a hard seat.

As soon as he entered the door, he was facing a lower bunk, on which sat a young girl, about 26 or [-] years old, who was quite beautiful, with beautiful eyebrows and delicate eyes, but her eyes were a bit cold.She was playing with her mobile phone, when she heard the sound of the door opening, she looked up at the door, a little surprised: "Mr. Ding? What a coincidence, you also take this bus?"

Ding Qiao froze at the door for about ten seconds.There were people coming and going behind him, and the sound of the train about to leave, but he didn't seem to hear anything. After a long pause, he smiled awkwardly: "Miss Tang, what a coincidence."

Tang Can stood up very politely, dragged the suitcase by the door in, and made way for him: "I never expected to meet someone I know here."

Ding Qiao's heart trembled.

Thankfully, he had no desire to meet this acquaintance at all.

Tang Can was very polite and gentle on the surface, but she didn't even look at him at all.He tried to throw the backpack onto the bed, but it was too heavy and the top bunk was too high, and he didn't have enough arm strength, so he froze awkwardly.Tang Can looked away from the phone screen and looked up at him: "Do you need help?"

"No, no, no need." Ding Qiao waved his hands again and again, gave up the idea of ​​throwing the bag on the bed, and climbed up to the upper bunk with difficulty on his back.

The room was small, but fortunately there were upper and lower bunks, so he and Tang Can would not spend the four hours facing each other.

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He didn't really want to meet Tang Can.

There is no other reason, only one: he feels guilty.

It's not that he has done anything wrong to others. In fact, he shouldn't feel guilty when he pursues it, but he is too kind.

On the surface, he looks like a small employee in a small company, but in fact, he has another identity behind his back, which is to help people inquire about things.

Inquiring about things requires money, and it's not cheap.News of different value has different valuations. His network of relationships spreads all over the country, and there are many peers. Everyone also established a group with mutual love and love to share news with each other.

Thinking of the group chat, he remembered the vibrating phone in his pocket before, and quickly took it out and turned on the screen.

The one who swiped the screen was "Informed and well-informed". A few minutes ago, when he was still looking for a room, someone in the group was crazy about him, and the people behind followed the news and chatted all the way, and swiped 99 in an instant add.

Ding Qiao watched the system automatically move the chat history to the top, and patiently read it sentence by sentence.

Seeing this, tears welled up in his eyes, and he suddenly had the feeling that the moon was shining when the clouds opened.

He was so excited that he maximized a picture sent by that person, moved to a key position and looked at it again and again, then poked his head out and shouted: "Miss Tang."

Tang Can raised her head when she heard the sound, and before the phone screen could be locked, Ding Qiao saw a picture on her screen, which was exactly the same as the one on her phone.The picture shows a very beautiful young girl, perhaps because of the makeup, the red lips and white teeth are very eye-catching, and the eyes are particularly attractive, with slender tails and bright eyes, which look extraordinarily gentle.

Ding Qiao sensed something was wrong with Tang Can's expression.

Although she is usually like this, although she treats people gently, she is actually indifferent and alienated.But at this time, the eyes in his eyes were so cold that he could freeze three feet, and he didn't dare to speak.

Holding the mobile phone, Ding Qiao said cautiously: "Miss Tang, the necklace in this photo is what you are looking for, right?"

Tang Can's eyes flicked across the screen of his mobile phone, and said coldly: "It is it."

After speaking, he sat back on the bed, lowered his head, and didn't know whether he was happy or unhappy.Ding Qiao was a little puzzled: No, Miss Tang has been looking for this necklace for so long, and finally found out its whereabouts, shouldn't she be happy?

He frowned and scrolled down the chat records in the group.

[Shen Feng]: @丁桥, Lao Ding, is this the necklace you were looking for?

【Shen Feng】:【Picture】

[Shen Feng]: @丁桥.

[Liu Jianhua]: Let me see, it's true, Lao Ding has been looking for it for several years, and it finally found its whereabouts.

[Chen Wanzhou]: Who is the girl in the photo? She is so beautiful. She is a star, right?

[Wang Bangguo]: She's a star, really a star, she seems to be called Chen Diluo, my daughter likes her very much, and she was clamoring to go to her birthday party before.Tell me, you are already in the third year of high school, why can't you just calm down and study hard?

[Shen Feng]: What is Lao Ding doing?Nothing happened.

[Zhang Jun]: Lao Wang, your daughter has good grades, don't worry about her, it's okay to chase stars and relax, unlike my son, who is at the bottom of the shift and plays games every day, so worrying!

After that, there are some parents who are short-sighted, and no one mentions the photo.The train didn't know where it was going, and there was a sudden thunder outside, and the torrential rain poured down instantly, and the light and shadow of lightning were reflected on the screen.Ding Qiao turned the screen with a shaking hand, and saw a sentence mixed in the parents' short speech on the screen.

[Li Bai]: After so many years, Lao Ding finally found this necklace. It's really not easy.

He was a little dazed, thinking: Yes, it has been so many years.

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Ding Qiao has known Tang Can for about eight years.

At that time, Tang Can was still in college, so she didn't know how she found him.

When we met for the first time, he was eating noodles at a small restaurant on the street.

The store is very small, a bowl of sirloin noodles costs [-] yuan, a handful of green onions and a handful of coriander, if the sirloin gives you two yuan, it means that the boss treats you as an ordinary customer, and if you give you three yuan, it means that the boss treats you as a brother.

Ding Qiao was one of the "ordinary customers". He added chili to the bowl while eating, and suddenly a person sat down on the stool opposite.

A young girl, wearing a shirt, jeans, canvas shoes, and carrying a backpack, looks about eighteen or nineteen years old.The lamps in the small noodle shop have been in disrepair for a long time, and the light is not good. Her eyebrows and eyes are shrouded in shadows, showing a bit of coldness for no reason.

She spoke and said, "Mr. Ding."

His peers call him Lao Ding, and only guests call him so formally.Ding Qiao was a little nervous, put down his chopsticks, and asked her, "Miss, what's the matter?"

Tang Can glanced at him, opened her backpack, and began to take out money.

It was really money, she piled large bills on the small greasy table of the noodle shop, and when she was done, she looked at him: "Mr. Ding, I would like to ask you to find out the whereabouts of something for me."

Ding Qiao was stunned for a moment: "Miss, you need to estimate the price first when you inquire about the news."

"If there is more, I will pay you more," Tang Can said calmly, "If there is less, I will increase the price."

She took out a photo, pinched it on her fingertips, and passed it to Ding Qiao: "I want to know the whereabouts of this necklace."

Ding Qiao leaned over to look.

It was a pretty necklace with an interesting design. It was a rhombus-shaped cage with a silver flower inside. The petals were crystal clear, and it looked extremely eye-catching against the light.

Although it looks good, he still finds himself in trouble: "Miss, this necklace is hard to find. If it was produced in the same period, it must be eight thousand if not ten thousand..."

Tang Can said: "This is custom-made, not produced by the factory assembly line."

She put the photo on the table and motioned him to take a closer look: "This rhombus-shaped cage is made of seven lines. This flower has seven petals in total."

Ding Qiao counted carefully and found that she was right.

With so much money in front of me, it would be embarrassing not to accept it.He took the photo and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will find it for you."

It wasn't long before he regretted it.

Sometimes when he thinks about this, he is very annoyed: Tianzhen really shouldn't boast about it, and he shouldn't have accepted this business.

Finding a necklace is really not easy.Jewelry is everywhere all over the world, not to mention the necklace itself is not very conspicuous, if there are no photos for comparison, who can recognize whether it is the one you are looking for?

Besides, if the owner puts away the things and doesn't usually wear them when going out, then even if he has all-hands and eyes, he won't be able to reach other people's homes.

As a result, this business has been delayed for a full eight years.

Tang Can didn't urge him, but just gave him money regularly every year, and he got more and more guilty about collecting money. Once after checking the money from the bank, he called Tang Can with a sad face: "Miss Tang, I really can't find you. For the clue of this necklace, do you want to consider hiring Gao Ming?"

Tang Can said on the other end: "I don't want to invite you, so you don't have to worry, just take your time and look for it for as many years as you want."

Ding Qiao almost knelt down in front of her in the street: "Miss Tang, what are you looking for this necklace for? Money can't be spent like this, can it?"

Tang Can was silent for a moment.

She should be on the street, which is very noisy, and the sound of cars coming and going has become the background sound of this call.

There were vehicles honking, men and women talking, and her calm voice came over clearly: "When I was young, my parents and elder brother were murdered, entered and murdered, and their throats were cut to death. This case is an unsolved case. You can check it, but there is no result so far."

Ding Qiao said "Ah": Although he is in the business of inquiring about news, it is the rule of their industry not to check the identity and background of customers. If Tang Can hadn't taken the initiative to mention it, he really didn't know about it.

Tang Can paused, then continued calmly: "This necklace was originally a birthday present from my brother and I to my mother, but it was taken away by the murderer after she died."

"If the necklace is found, maybe the murderer can be found."

The author has something to say:

I googled it and said that today is an auspicious day, so let’s start an article today.

Chapter.2

During the stop, Tang Can went out of the room and took a bottle of Budweiser when he came back.

She sat on the edge of the bed and clicked the tab open.The sound startled Ding Qiao, who was leaning against the wall to read WeChat messages, and after a while, he cautiously poked his head out to look.

Tang Can was sitting on the edge of the bed, with a laptop on her lap, typing quickly.It was early autumn, she was wearing jeans and a hooded sweater, her long hair was draped over her shoulders and curled a bit.From this angle, Ding Qiao couldn't see her face. He only saw a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, white and slender hands on the keyboard, and a bracelet made of jasper beads on her left hand.

She put the beer can on the bedside table next to her, and took a sip from time to time.Although I was typing, I seemed to be absent-minded. I made typos several times, deleted them one by one and started again.

There is no WiFi in the car, and her computer is connected to a mobile hotspot.After a while, the WeChat chat box on the computer popped up frantically.She clicked on it, and it was a group chat called "Chen Diluo Liancheng Airport Pickup Support Group", in which someone was chatting with her.

[Today is also a radish]: @唐唐, sugar!Missy will arrive at Liancheng Airport in a while, Sister He will organize a pick-up, will you go?

Tang Can stared at the message for a while, then typed slowly to reply.

[Tang Tang]: No, I'm still on the train.

[Today is also a little radish]: Come on, Missy's plane is late, and it hasn't taken off yet. You must go to the airport after you go back, there must be time!

Tang Can closed the dialog box.

She put her hands on the keyboard, stared at the screen for a long time in silence, then reopened WeChat, clicked on another dialog box, and entered text.

[Tang Tang]: I won't go home for a while, I'll pick you up at the airport.

There was a voice back quickly, and the tone was very cheerful: "Going to see the eldest lady again?"

Tang Can replied with a "hmm" and then closed WeChat.

The four-hour train time has become extremely long in Ding Qiao's eyes.He put on his earphones and dawdled through two movies, and finally it was time to get off the car.

Tang Can dragged his suitcase and walked in front, and he followed behind with his bag on his back. He wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.

Tang Can was a little strange.

From the moment she saw the photo, her mood became extremely gloomy, just like the sky at this time, gloomy and gray.For these four hours, he was watching a movie on the surface, but he didn't see anything at all. His eyes were fixed on the screen in vain, watching the bloody parting of the hero and heroine, and his thoughts secretly turned like lightning.

Logically speaking, she should be happy that she finally found the clue of the necklace.

But her reaction should have nothing to do with the necklace. It probably has something to do with the young woman wearing the necklace in the photo.

Didn't Wang Bangguo say it earlier?This woman is a star, and his daughter is very fond of it.Although Wang Bangguo's daughter is only in the third year of high school, Tang Can must be 26, but no one said that a girl who is 26 can't chase stars, right?

In case she happens to like Chen Dill, it all makes sense.

It is normal for her favorite idol to be unhappy because she is wearing a necklace of her dead mother.

only……

Ding Qiao was stunned: He must be old, he doesn't understand the world of young people nowadays, even if he is chasing stars, he doesn't have to be so sincere, right?

At the exit, Tang Can flagged down a taxi, and the driver helped her carry the salute into the rear compartment, and opened the door for her.Before getting into the car, she turned her head and called Ding Qiao who was calling Didi Che with her mobile phone: "Mr. Ding."

Ding Qiao said "ah": "Miss Tang?"

Tang Can smiled, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, I have troubled you for so many years."

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and Ding Qiao was embarrassed by her respectful gesture of thanks: "Miss Tang, don't say that, I..."

Originally, she wanted to say a few polite words, such as "this is what I should do", "this is what we have to do", etc., but Tang Can didn't listen, she turned and got into the car, and slammed the door.

Ding Qiao opened his mouth and froze in place.

The taxi started quickly and sped away, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes from the exhaust pipe, which was blown away by a gust of wind.

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The plane is about to take off, and the stewardess is patrolling one by one, patiently reminding passengers: open the sunshade, put away the small table, set the mobile phone to flight mode, and do not use the power bank.

When Chen Diluo was reminded, she was still checking Weibo, put down her phone politely and responded, watched the flight attendant leave, picked it up again and continued to read.

The plane had already started taxiing, and the assistant next to her, Lai Zhen, couldn't stand it any longer, and said to her: "Miss, it's about to take off, why can't you watch after getting off the plane?"

Chen Diluo responded, quickly read a long Weibo, and closed the APP: "Okay, don't read it."

Seeing her reluctance, Lai Zhen sighed helplessly, turned his head and whispered to Qin Ye next to him: "Miss is really... addicted to novels, unable to extricate herself."

Qin Ye also whispered back to her: "You don't understand, you can see the wonderful parts in the novel, that's all."

Chen Diluo glanced over from the corner of her eye: "Hey, I heard that."

Lai Zhen quickly sat upright, pretending to check his seat belt: "Qin Ye, why don't you think this plane is still taking off?"

As soon as the words fell, the taxiing speed of the plane suddenly increased, and with a roar, the wings swept across the low sky and went straight to the sky.

It's cloudy outside, don't be afraid of the glare of the sun, Chen Dill puts his forehead against the window, watching the layers of dark clouds passing by under the wing.

After the plane stabilized, Lai Zhen began to play the role of assistant, looking left and right vigilantly: "No one will find Missy, right? What if a group of people come over like before?"

"Before, it was a plane ticket bought by several fans together. It's normal to run into each other." Qin Ye thought she was too worried. "Besides, people gathered around, which shows that our young lady is becoming more and more famous. How wonderful."

When Chen Diluo goes out, he usually only takes two people with him: one is assistant Lai Zhen, and the other is makeup artist Qin Ye.

Lai Zhen is a young girl who has just graduated from university. She has a lively personality, but she is very careful in her work and takes good care of her daily life. Qin Ye is a professional makeup artist for five years. Chen Dill's makeup is basically done by him.

She is not a popular star, but just a little famous idol. Her daily job is to participate in variety shows or interviews, act when there is a play, and record songs when there is no play. Fan of pick up or drop off.

Compared with those well-known celebrities, she doesn't have many fans, so she cherishes every fan very much, and she will try her best to use up the gifts given by each fan.

Today's flight is to Liancheng, and fans will come to pick them up as usual.She didn't say anything, but there was a vague expectation in her heart.

At Liancheng Airport, can she meet that man?

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The plane drove steadily at high altitude, and the stewardess pushed the dining car over, poured drinks and tea to the passengers one by one, and distributed bread and snacks.

Lai Zhen was familiar with her habits, so he ordered a glass of boiled water for her, then tore up the bread and put it on the small table in front of her: "Miss, are you hungry? Have some?"

Chen Diluo was still looking out of the window, and only responded perfunctorily when she heard the words.

What Qin Ye wanted was orange juice. He took a sip from his glass and said, "Don't bother Missy, let her rest for a while."

Lai Zhen said worriedly: "Tell me, what is Missy thinking? You have been staring out the window since take off..."

Qin Ye glanced at her, put down the orange juice, and hooked his fingers at her.

Lai Zhen leaned over excitedly, only to hear Qin Ye pretending to be mysterious and whispered: "Probably he is thinking about his sweetheart."

"Nonsense," Lai Zhen snorted, "How many love letters has the young lady thrown away, where is the sweetheart?"

Chen Dill heard it, but didn't make a sound.

She felt that what Qin Ye said was a little bit reasonable, but it was only "a little bit".

After all, if you want to talk about your sweetheart, there is still a little distance.

In fact, it was a translator she liked. Its pen name was "Sheng Yan". It was not very famous, and the popularity was lukewarm. Sometimes it posted a little translated content on Weibo. I also wrote two poems by myself.She has been watching her translations since high school, watching her writing from a little green to mature, to have her own style, unconsciously it has been almost ten years.

Maybe it is far behind other great translators, but she just likes her words and stories. She has published several translated poetry collections, and she bought them back and treasured them well.

When I’m not busy, I also like to browse her Weibo to see her posting something leisurely, or the flowers on the balcony are blooming, or the beverage store downstairs has a discount, or my roommates get the wrong takeaway fun.Although her Weibo is also updated very slowly, and there is often no news for ten days and a half months, she likes to browse slowly, reading a few lines of words over and over again.

Not only that, but she also knew that person was her fan.

She also discovered it by accident, and when she found out, she was secretly excited for a while.

One day while waiting for the bus, she swiped Weibo on her small account, feeling bored, clicked on the person who only had more than 100 followers and looked through it, and found her own large account.

When she first found out, her heart skipped a beat. She was a little joyful, but still a little hesitant: besides her, that person also paid attention to one or two other stars.

She forced herself to be calm, and opened her personal chat room to look for that person, and she found traces of her posts and comments, and her level in her chat room was not low: level [-].

In front of Sheng Yan, she is a loyal little reader who can only call her wife.

But this discovery was not small, and she was both surprised and delighted: it turns out that Sheng Yan is also her fan.

From her Weibo, Chen Diluo knew that she lived in Liancheng.

From the moment she took off, she was secretly looking forward to: Will she come to the airport to pick him up?Did she have a chance to see her?

The plane bumped a bit, and even the paper cups on the table shook.She suddenly woke up, and was a little disappointed: she had never seen Sheng Yan, and only knew the other party's pseudonym. She had never posted a photo of herself on Weibo, and she had only seen one in a collection of poems.There are so many people at the airport, even if you see it, you may not be able to recognize it.

Chen Dill sighed, picked up the paper cup to drink water.

Seeing it, Lai Zhen asked worriedly, "Miss, are you feeling well?"

Qin Ye next to her listened, put down the magazine and said to her: "Say less."

Chen Dill shook her head: "I'm fine, when will I arrive?"

Lai Zhen looked at his watch and replied: "It should be soon, there is still more than half an hour."

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When Liancheng Airport arrived, Tang Can paid to get out of the car, took the suitcase and walked up the steps, stopped to check the time.

Chen Diluo flew from Yuncheng to Liancheng, and the time was about two and a half hours. Her flight was three hours late, and now... it should be arriving soon.

The author has something to say:

The name of this story is mutual powder, not without reason.

Chapter,3

Now that Chen Dill is coming, just wait.

She doesn't worry that she won't be able to find Chen Diluo's location for a while: in the airport pick-up support group, the group leader Sister He will keep updating the information, so that fans who want to pick up the airport but come late, she only needs to take a look.

Tang Can dragged her suitcase into the pick-up hall, found a drink shop and sat down, looked at the menu, and ordered a cup of black tea and a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

The black tea is brought up first, placed in a long drink cup that is usually used to hold milk tea, a glass straw is inserted, a thin slice of lemon is sandwiched in the mouth of the cup, and ice cubes are floating inside, the light red tea is slightly yellowish, and a few small pieces of lemon are floating on the water surface. The bubbles disappeared in a flash.

In fact, she is not interested in drinking tea, not to mention the black tea in the airport beverage shop is made of tea bags, which is not interesting, so she pinches the straw to poke the ice cubes inside, pushes the most pleasing one to the mouth of the cup, then puts it in her mouth, puts It slowly melts under the tongue, like sucking a cold sugar.

Not long after, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was also served. It was served on a white porcelain plate and served with a small silver fork. Although the content of the food was not in style, the tableware had been put into place, from the glass straw to the silver fork. The packaging is extremely delicate.

Tang Can took another piece of ice in her mouth, let it melt slowly, and stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus on top of the sugar cake.

In fact, she doesn't like to eat this thing, it tastes like a gel, and after taking a bite, it can leave a long-lasting sweet taste in her mouth, and she thinks that all desserts are little girl's food.

But Chen Dill likes it.

When she was in college, she first learned that Chen Dill liked to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

One day when I went shopping with my roommate, she was absent-minded. She only glanced at the menu while eating, and ordered a plate when she saw "Osmanthus sugar cake". Like all star chasing boys and girls, they want to have the same style as their little idols, whether it’s food or clothing, even if they only have the atmosphere of the same city, it’s worth showing off.

Tang Can sighed, put on the earphones, and opened the music app.

There is a specially built playlist in it, with nearly a hundred songs, all of which are Chen Diluo's.

From the demo she played and sang in high school to the finished songs in the later albums, she has heard every one of them. Just give her a prelude, and she can recognize which song it is within three seconds.

After all, she has liked Chen Dill for a long time.

From the third year of high school to the present, it has been almost ten years.

The mobile phone on the side lit up, and the "Chen Diluo Liancheng Airport Pickup Support Group" began to refresh the screen.

[Our dear sister He]: Missy is coming soon!Are you all here?

[Ah Yun]: Just arrived at the airport!Where did Miss come from!Hurry up!

[Our dear sister He]: Pick-up port No. [-]!Come on!Remember to pay attention, speak well, don't take pictures with embarrassing faces, don't affect passers-by, don't disturb the eldest lady, and the solitaire behind!

Followed by a series of swiping screens, all repeating the rules that have been emphasized again and again. There is only one abrupt Aite, which is looking for Tang Can.

[Today is also a radish]: @唐唐, sugar!Are you really not coming?The train should be early, right?

Tang Can took a look and typed a reply.

[Tang Tang]: @今天是小草草, just got home, so I won’t come.

After sending out a line of words, Tang Can put on a mask and a baseball cap, pushed away the drink and candy that hadn't been touched, scanned the QR code to check out, and dragged the suitcase away.

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The pick-up gate No. [-] was easy to find. When she dragged her suitcase there, there were already a lot of people standing there.

She pretended to be a passenger looking for someone, dragging a suitcase and standing at the outermost edge of the crowd, with the brim of her hat lowered, and a mask covering half of her face. As long as no one looked carefully, no one would recognize her.

Chen Diluo came out soon, accompanied by assistant Lai Zhen and makeup artist Qin Ye.Lai Zhen was in charge of dragging her suitcase, and Qin Ye followed on the left, reaching out to help her straighten her hair that was messed up due to her rapid walking.

The fans who picked up the plane got excited and moved aside one after another, their eyes and cameras following them all the way.She stopped, chatted with enthusiastic fans on both sides, and answered various questions like any previous pick-up and drop-off.

She didn't wear sunglasses or a mask, and her eyes were very lively. When she talked about happy things, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and her smile spread a little bit.

Wearing a long white sweater and jeans, she smiled and took the bouquets handed over by fans, and at the end of the chat, she waved goodbye to them.

Tang Can stood at the very edge, her gaze fell on her neck.

The sweater had a low collar, which just exposed the necklace hanging around her neck.

It was the necklace, that's right, the rhombus-shaped cage and the seven-petal silver flower, it was a birthday gift from her and her brother Tang Yang to her mother.

She always remembered that the two of them started planning presents a month before their mother's birthday.After school that afternoon, Tang Yang came to pick her up from school. The two of them were chatting on the way, and suddenly thought of custom-made jewelry, so they went to the mall to ask around, and finally found a store. It took another two hours to finalize the pattern and color. .

Because my mother's birthday is July [-]th, the flowers have seven petals, and the diamond-shaped cage is made of seven lines.

After returning home, the mother also scolded the two of them for running out to play as soon as school was over.

The price of custom-made jewelry must have been a heavy burden for Tang Can, who was still in high school, and Tang Yang, who had just entered college.

She originally wanted to contribute to the school's living expenses, but Tang Yang refused, saying that she couldn't let her live frugally, and insisted on paying all the pocket money she had saved.

My mother liked the necklace very much, and she has been wearing it since she received it, and never took it off again.

After she died, the necklace was taken away by the murderer.

Maybe it was deliberate revenge, maybe it was the murderer's provocation, or maybe he wanted to leave a dead man's item as a souvenir.Since then, the necklace has been missing, and even though she asked Ding Qiao to keep an eye on it year after year, she never found it again.

Who knew that when it reappeared, it was actually worn by Chen Diluo.

Maybe it was a gift from a fan, maybe she already had it.

Tang Can didn't want to believe the second possibility, but the first one was even more strange: would any murderer who wiped out a lot of people sincerely pursue a little idol and even give her a gift?

But if the murderer took the things back for collection, it would be even more impossible to give them away easily.If you don't want it to be discovered, you just need to hide it at home, and no one will know even if it is kept for ten or a hundred years.

She finds it a bit ridiculous: the person who has truly loved her for so many years may have something to do with the person who ruined her family.

This fate is really... what kind of rubbish.

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After getting into the car, Chen Diluo lowered the car window to greet the fans who were chasing after her.

In her hand, she was holding the blue enchantress given by fans. The petals were adorned with a few drops of water, which were about to fall, shining brightly. There was also a greeting card on the flower, which signed the names of several people. Written by one person: "Come on, we will always support you!"

She doesn't like red roses, and she is very resistant to seeing them at a glance, like a person who is afraid of dogs walking on the street and will detour when he sees a dog walking.So most of the fans gave the blue enchantress, bouquets of bouquets, or inserting greeting cards, or sandwiching chocolates. Every petal is a heart, and she takes it home and puts it in a vase. When it shrinks and withers, it will be replaced. next bunch.

When the driver was driving, Chen Dill was still looking out the window.

Her eyes swept across the crowd, cruising back and forth, trying to see if there was the person she was looking for.

In fact, if she had seen it, she would not have recognized her.