On the narrow aisle, several bright lights were submerged in the dark night, and as the breeze blew, it was light and dark.
In the aisle, the boss lady and Qianmo looked at each other, one with tears in her eyes and the other was at a loss. Ye Junlin left quietly because he knew that after a reunion, he naturally had countless words to say. These words did not have much effect on him.
The boss's wife, named "Long Qianxia", is a childhood sweetheart of Qianmo. Because of that accident, the two people were separated from each other and never saw each other again.
Qianmo turned around and wanted to leave, but Long Qianxia shouted.
"Qianmo."
Just two short words, it was like a rope that traveled through time and space, locked on Qianmo's body, but it was no longer difficult to move.
"Qianxia."
Qianmo turned around and faced the boss's wife, and became more and more at a loss.
Long Qianxia walked forward and gently stroked Qianmo's face. Tears poured down like a summer rain.
Qianmo mustered up the courage and poured the boss's wife into her arms.
The afternoon sun, the pages of the book that were blown by the wind, you and me at that time, and that song...
Qianmo said, tears also flowing down. He hugged Long Qianxia tightly, as if she would leave as soon as she let go.
Ye Junlin leaned against the pillar at the corner, closed his eyes and vaguely remembered something that he shouldn't have remembered.
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No words all night, the east is getting whiter.
Qianmo and Long Qianxia sat in the backyard of the shop all night, and Ye Junlin stared at them all night bored. Although it was not a bright thing to eavesdrop on people’s private words, they could no longer care about so much for the sake of “big cause”.
The sound of the wind is gradually approaching, and the fields in the morning light are faintly filled with melancholy.
He is the happiest child in the night. When the day comes, he must hide in the darkness.
"Follow me."
Qianmo held Long Qianxia's hand and asked softly, with a lot of tenderness in his words.
Unlimited vicissitudes appeared on Long Qianxia's face. She broke away from Qianmo's hand, and the melancholy in her eyes slowly overflowed. They were no longer young, no longer willful, no longer impulsive, no longer desperate for love...
She is already a married woman in her thirty years old and has three children. This "largest" restaurant in Yongding County needs her to take care of. It seems that there are too many reasons for him and her to be together.
Qianmo no longer stopped him, just sighed.
Long Qianxia got up and headed towards the restaurant. The busy day was already waiting for her.
Qianmo sat on the steps, raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and sighed again.
Long Qianxia walked away a few steps and suddenly stood firm.
"Remember, don't let yourself live too hard."
Leave the last sentence, Long Qianxia quietly left.
Qianmo savored it carefully and couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. His eyes began to become dazed, and the scenes of the past began to appear one by one like movies.
"Hmph." Qianmo sneered: "When we are in our business, we don't tie our heads to the belt and fight, how can we not be hard?"
Ye Junlin hid on the beam of the restaurant, chewing the words of the Qianmo seriously, and smiled slightly.
How can a killer make a promise of comfort in his life, and he is destined to wander.
The swallow turned over, and Ye Junlin's figure floated up.
Even though he restrained his breath, Qianmo still felt his existence as soon as possible.
Qianmo did not escape. On the contrary, he looked at Ye Junlin and his fighting spirit surged.
"You are not allowed to hurt her." Qianmo's body was filled with black dark light, as if he was ready to attack Ye Junlin at any time.
Ye Junlin smiled and signaled Qianmo to sit down, but Qianmo stared at him suspiciously and had not made a decision for a long time.
"Your whole 'Qinglin Hall' is not my opponent. What can you do by yourself?" Ye Junlin said, sighing slightly.
Qianmo woke up from a dream. Yes, in front of Ye Junlin, he was really not even a scumbag.
Thinking of this, Qianmo restrained his breath, sat down next to Ye Junlin on the steps next to him.
"How long have you been staring at me?" Qianmo asked straight to the point.
"One day." Ye Junlin replied casually.
"You've seen it all?"
"See it."
"I hope you have something to do to come to me and don't make things difficult for her, she is innocent."
"I know, you don't need to talk nonsense." Ye Junlin curled his lips.
Qianmo felt relieved and immediately asked, "Tell me, what's the matter with me."
"Give you a chance to reform." Ye Junlin said, taking out a 'Appointment Letter' from his arms. The yellow silk was filled with delicate hairpin and small regular script. If there was a boss of a calligraphy and painting shop here, he would definitely flock to him regardless of the flowers, because these small characters were written by Wei Ye, the largest calligrapher in the empire.
Qianmo took the 'Appointment Letter' and read it roughly several times. He looked at the vermilion seal on the brocade silk and smiled softly: "Why me?"
Ye Junlin didn't go around in circles and said straight to the point: "Because you are not the kind of traitor and evil person, because you still have value in use, because you are saved."
Ye Junlin's words were extremely mean, but every sentence was a big truth.
Qianmo smiled slightly, then fell into deep thought.
Ye Junlin didn't force anything, he threw the "Appointment Letter" into Qianmo's arms.
"Give you a day to think. In a day, I will still be waiting for you here. At that time, it will be an enemy or a friend, you will decide for yourself." Leaving a cold sentence, Ye Junlin turned around and wanted to leave.
Suddenly remembering something, Ye Junlin stopped and added: "Don't forget, yours must hope that you will be a serious person."
Qianmo raised his head slightly when he heard this.
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Ye Junlin returned to the wing room, and a white dove had already stopped at his table. He took off the letter paper from the pigeon's feet, and Ye Junlin smiled slightly.
"It's really a narrow road for enemies. I didn't expect it to be the old ghost's property."
Wang Dashi was extremely curious and took the note from Ye Junlin's hand and glanced at it a few hastily.
"Hey." Wang Dashi also laughed: "Our Lord Caihou, it is really worthy of the word "cai". The way to make money has all rushed outside the capital."
A day is not long or short.
For Qianmo, this was the longest day in his life. He had already seen the brocade in his hand, and there were already thousands of speculations in his heart.
Every time one rises, it will be extinguished by him.
Because if Ye Junlin wanted to kill him, it wouldn't take such a big effort.
More, Qianmo is still thinking about Ye Junlin’s last sentence:
"Your she must hope that you will be a serious person."
Qianmo clenched his fists and nodded heavily.
Ye Junlin arrived as scheduled, Qianmo stood up and raised the "Appointment" above his head.
Ye Junlin's smile bloomed instantly like a flower...