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I still remember the movie I watched with you for the first time, that movie was a little scary and a little warm.We are still sitting in this position, you are sitting next to me, just like Mei Lan is sitting next to me.

Yong Xiang looked at the young men and women on the screen who were in an ambiguous period, lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, and sent a message to Meng Xiu: Is the signing party over?

It's over, I'm too tired, I need some sleep.

Ok.

Mei Lan glanced at Yong Xiang who was playing with her mobile phone, and then looked at the screen.

After the movie ended, Mei Lan followed Yongxiang out and said, "What do you think of this movie?"

"Not bad." Yong Xiang shrugged and threw the ticket stub into the trash can.

"It's not very pretty, I don't think you look at it very much."

Yongxiang looked at Mei Lan embarrassedly: "No, it depends on personal preference, I don't like movies with this kind of theme very much."

"what type do you like?"

"Hmm..." Yong Xiang smiled softly, "It's fantasy."

"Fantasy?" Mei Lan was taken aback. Normally, a reserved person like Yongxiang should be very down-to-earth and realistic.

"Well, I've read a fantasy novel, it should be very good when it's made into a movie."

"What novel?"

Yongxiang read the name of the novel written by Meng Xiu, and Mei Lan smiled: "I know that novel, but I heard that the author is not very good."

"Huh?" Yong Xiang looked at her seriously, "What do you mean?"

Mei Lan rolled her eyes: "Some people say that the author is a pedophile, don't you know?"

Pedophile?Yong Xiang was angry and surprised, and stopped to stare at Mei Lan. The people behind them were about to leave. Mei Lan turned her head and smiled apologetically, and then pulled Yong Xiang out of the cinema: "Don't you know? I didn't mean to belittle him. , I'm not interested in other people's hobbies, just gossip."

"Who said he was a pedophile?"

"...I heard about it too." Mei Lan looked apologetic, as if she felt bad for speaking ill of people behind her back, "Someone posted a photo of his own child, and that child was still underage. "

"Are you sure it's the author of the book?"

"I don't know who the author is or what the author looks like, so I'm not sure."

"Do you have that picture? Let me see."

Mei Lan looked at Yong Xiang's flustered look in surprise, took out her mobile phone and found the post from a roommate in Moments, clicked on the photo, it was indeed Meng Xiu, and it was Meng Xiu's face and that person's back. This photo was taken in Baishi. Yongxiang remembered that street. This street was the one where he and Meng Xiu went to see a movie together. To be more specific, that street was close to Han Ling's house.

Han Ling, the name that had faded from his mind reappeared very clearly.

Yong Xiang returned the phone to Mei Lan in despair, and forced a smile: "It's getting late, I'll take you back."

Han Ling and Yong Xiang leaned against the wall outside the dormitory building and looked at the number on the phone, hesitated for a while, and then dialed.This number was reserved for Meng Xiu's birthday that time.

After two beeps, a sweet voice came from the phone, as sweet as hers: "Hi, Yongxiang."

"Hi, Sister Han Ling." Yong Xiang didn't have the nerve to ask directly, did she send that photo, because Yong Xiang's face can't be seen in this photo, the biggest disadvantage is Meng Xiu, and Han Ling didn't do any harm to Meng Xiu reason.

"Is there something wrong? You never contact me. "

"...It's okay, I just wanted to ask you, do you have a photo of Brother Yixiu?"

"Why do you want his picture?"

"I... just ask."

"No, why should I keep his photo?"

Yongxiang listened carefully to Han Ling's tone: "Is there really no one? The kind of photo taken on the street where you live? It suddenly occurred to me that I had never kept a photo of Brother Yixiu before."

Han Ling paused: "No."

Yongxiang let out an oh, and hung up the phone after chatting with Han Jing for a while.

If not, why is there that pause?

Why do you tremble a little when you say no?

If it was really Han Ling, why did Han Ling do that?If it wasn't Han Ling, who would it be?

Before this photo was taken, Meng Xiu hadn't held a signing event, that is to say, the person who took this photo probably knew Meng Xiu.

Not many people know Meng Xiu, Yu Qiu, Sister Yu, Yu Dong, Mom and Dad, Han Ling, Han Jing, they have no reason to do this.

With big arms, he's not so sinister.

Who would that be?

A month ago, in the hospital.

Dahuabi was still in the hospital, Meng Xiu sat aside and washed an apple and threw it to him.

The big flower arm bit the apple, seemed infinitely melancholy, looked at the sunlight coming in from the window, and said slowly: "I used to be in the underworld."

Meng Xiu was not interested in his deeds, and just played with his mobile phone by himself.

"Do you know why I can't stay?"

Meng Xiu ignored him, not even raising his eyes.

"Because my heart is not cruel enough."

The big flower arm moved his fingers, and the shadows caused by the sun danced on his fingers.His eyes were melancholy, which didn't quite match that savage face.

Meng Xiu was quietly playing with his mobile phone.

When a person is sad, either make him happy in one fell swoop, or don't say anything casually, just keep silent and be a listener.

No matter who it is, Yong Xiang doesn't want this matter to have any impact on Meng Xiu.

At this time, there are still eight days before the National Day holiday.

Six years passed quickly, and eight days passed quickly.

This is a strange city, just like what Meng Xiu said before, find a small place without too many people, a small city, watch a movie, and have a meal.

In this strange city, they can hook up shoulder to shoulder, and others don't know what kind of relationship they have.When returning to the hotel after eating hot pot, Meng Xiu put Yong Xiang's shoulders on his shoulders, and the two of them walked slowly.

This is the first day of National Day, two people meet here, find a hotel, eat hot pot, it takes more than two hours to eat hot pot.

A month's longing fell apart the moment he entered the room and closed the door, Yong Xiang hugged him and took a deep breath.The smell of Mengxiu is in his breath.

Meng Xiu laughed lowly: "How long do you want to hug?"

Yong Xiang let go, smiled sheepishly, then went in and sat on the sofa in front of the TV.Meng Xiu also sat down, crossed his legs, and said, "How is the university?"

"pretty good."

"I was busy a few days ago, so I didn't ask you carefully. What are you doing these days? Why can't I find anyone?"

"It's new school, there are a lot of things to do."

Meng Xiu rubbed his head and laughed: "Aren't you going to tell me what to do?"

"Hmm..." Yong Xiang turned his head, "I won't tell you."

Meng Xiu leaned on the sofa: "Oh, I find that you are ignoring me more and more."

"What's the matter." Yong Xiang picked up the schoolbag beside him, "When I came out this morning, Lu Jing stuffed me with something."

"What?" Meng Xiu leaned over.

"I don't know." Yongxiang reached in with one hand and touched it, and found a small plastic case and took it out.

This is a boxy plastic bag wrapped in a round film.

Meng Xiu looked at Yongxiang's instantly stiff face, and then at the things in his hand, "What did you tell your roommate when you came here this morning?"

"I..." Yongxiang quickly threw the things into the schoolbag in disgust, and then threw the schoolbag away, "I said I'm going to play with my partner."

"Oh." Meng Xiu said meaningfully, and then said ambiguously, "Let's play."

Yongxiang thought of some not-so-pure things, and his face burned up: "Well, I'll take a bath first, the smell of hot pot is so bad."

"Yeah." Meng Xiu seemed to watch Yong Xiang escape into the bathroom in his spare time. He didn't turn his head to look at Yong Xiang's schoolbag until he heard the sound of water in the bathroom, thinking.

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