"I guess so, what's wrong?"

Qianye replied with this news.

But for the next half hour, there was only silence on the phone.

Chino is also used to this...

That guy Park Yunjin always likes to do other things after sending a message, such as taking a shower and then forgetting about it, waiting for several days to remember before replying.

"Hey, it can't be borrowing money, I don't have much wealth..."

Qianye suddenly remembered this.

I couldn't help but have a little headache.

The money Park Yunjin borrowed from him last time has not been paid back yet...

"Forget it, don't think about this first."

At this time, there happened to be a knock on the door.

Qianye knew that the takeout he ordered had been delivered. He put his mobile phone on the computer table and pushed his wheelchair to get the things.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m used to “mother’s” cooking.

Those more delicious takeaways on weekdays.

It tasted like nothing in his mouth.

It took about an hour to finish all the meals...

When Qianye picked up the phone again.

Park Yunjin sent him a message back.

"If possible, can you come to my house? It's not convenient for me to go out now."

Qianye looked at the message content.

I feel a little weird.

Because of the inconvenience of his legs, whenever there was something that required the two of them to get together, Pu Yunjin always came to his house.

It is rare for the other party to invite him over...

"What's wrong with him?"

Chino thought.

As one of the few friends of mine.

Of course he will care.

In doubt.

He originally wanted to take a good rest after returning from that world, but at this time he could only pack up and go to Park Yunjin's house.

But just as he was about to go out...

The news has arrived again.

"Forget it, it's okay. There's no need to come."

Park Yunjin replied.

"What the hell?" Qianye turned off his phone, feeling that Pu Yunjin's message was inexplicably weird.

Just like a person who is affected by a broken love, he always likes to send some meaningless messages to his friends...

He hesitated for a moment.

Qianye was still ready to take a look.

This guy's behavior is really a little abnormal, it's better to go take a look...

Wheelchair propelled.

Qianye opened the door that he had not seen for almost half a year in his memory, took the elevator, and left the building tiredly.

…

…

an hour ago.

In a dark office.

Smoke billows.

On the brown leather sofa, a young man sat there smoking a cigarette, the flame of the cigarette on his fingertips clearly extinguished.

in front of him.

There is a stack of organized information...

Under the weak desk light, Chino's photo in the data is clearly in the upper left corner.

certainly.

Don't get me wrong.

This is not some iconic one-inch photo.

It's just a blurry photo of Chino going downstairs to buy snacks and being secretly photographed at some unknown time.

Maybe it’s because the person who took the photo didn’t have any technical skills.

Qianye's face is pretty good-looking.

In the photo, it looks like an exaggerated and elongated horse face...

The young man used his left index finger to slowly slide over the information in front of him.

With his face obscured by the smoke, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Well, I was brought up by my grandmother. My only relative passed away when I was in high school, and I have been living alone since then..."

"I was born with disabled legs and limited mobility. I can only stand simply and can barely take care of myself."

"But even so, he still hasn't hired a caregiver."

"Working in the Internet industry, I used to be a well-known author, but then the quality of the things I wrote plummeted, and I became a down-and-out author who can be seen but not seen..."

"The network of connections is simple. Because I work in the industry, I don't have many colleagues. I only have a few friends who were relatively good friends when I was a student."

"I have no love history, and besides my family and grandmother, I have not had much contact with any women. I am an insulator from the opposite sex."

"What's a little strange is that although I haven't had any contact with anyone of the opposite sex, half a year ago I nervously said that I had a wife named Youjian, and I went everywhere to inquire about his wife's whereabouts..."

"I like playing games, but I'm not very good at it. I once cheated my teammates, and I was scolded on social media for two weeks."

"I used to like singing, but after singing on the street once, I was thought to be a busker. After throwing a few dollars in front of me, I never sang again..."

"I also like painting and have a very high talent in painting, but because the financial conditions do not support it, I gave up after contacting him for a while."

"I had excellent grades when I was studying. Later, I dropped out of school in my second year of high school because of my grandmother's illness and did not take the college entrance examination..."

The young man looked at it from top to bottom very carefully.

Finally, he put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray.

The traces of smoke slowly dissipated in the ashtray, and finally there was no movement at all.

He picked up the information again.

The whole person leaned back.

Frowning, I prepared to read it again...

Bump!

There was a knock on the door.

He said casually: "Please come in."

After the door was opened, a young man wearing a baseball uniform walked into the room.

Maybe it was the smoke in the house.

The young man couldn't help but cover his nose with his hands, walked to the window sill, opened the curtains, and pushed the window glass aside.

The cool breeze and the dazzling light instantly peeked in from outside.

"It always feels eerie with the curtains drawn. It's better like this. Why don't you turn on the lamp in broad daylight?"

After the young man finished, he said something to himself.

"What? I closed the curtains on purpose just to create a godfather-like atmosphere. You ruined all my atmosphere."

An only put down the information.

He said something unhappy.

"It still feels atmospheric, why don't you put some BGM to complement it?"
To be continued...