There were hazy shadows on the horizon, and the traffic was endless, with light and shadows being stretched out on the endless road. Raindrops as small as stars fell on the glass windows, smudged the colorful lights of the neon lights.
Blurry and dreamy.
Zongye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the skyline in the distance.
At a certain moment, someone's car taillights shone into the room, streaked across the wall and the mirror, and fell on Jian Jing's face. She suddenly woke up from her dream: "Ah, I fell asleep."
Zongye turned his head and said, "It's okay, it's done."
Jian Jing suddenly sobered up and fixed her eyes on the □□ on the table. She picked it up, felt the thin touch of silicone, and slowly pressed it against her cheek facing the mirror.
Suddenly, a completely unfamiliar face appeared.
"That's amazing." She couldn't hide her surprise.
Today is the third day agreed with Zongye, and also the last day. He made such a magical artifact for her.
Compared to meticulously crafted makeup, masks are much less self-explanatory and require sunglasses and masks to be worn, but they are so convenient. Just dip them in water, cover your face, and make slight adjustments to change your face instantly. If it’s fast, you can complete the transformation in ten minutes, which is very friendly to newcomers.
"Satisfied?" he asked.
Jian Jing couldn't let it go: "Of course."
"Well, my promise to you is fulfilled."
"Hmm?" Jian Jing raised her eyes, not showing any surprise, "You're leaving?"
Zong Ye said: "I said, there are only three days, the time is up."
"Oh." She sighed slowly.
"We will meet again," he said, "I have no doubt of it."
Jian Jing was curious: "Soon?"
"This time it may take a long time." Zongye said meaningfully, "People always have to pay the price for their choices."
She said "Oh" and looked at him intently.
"No, no." He smiled and covered her eyes. "Don't observe me, analyze me, or explore me. It will do you no good."
Jian Jing: "Everyone has curiosity."
Zongye still shook his head.
She hesitated for a moment, then gave in: "Okay."
As for men, it doesn’t matter whether they are mysterious or not. As long as he can get some skills, he is a good man!
"Hey, bye?"
Zongye couldn't help laughing. Sometimes, when women become ruthless, they can be very ruthless.
This is especially true for beautiful girls.
He bent down and whispered in her ear: "You have a way to find me."
The breath made her ears itch. Jian Jing blinked and looked innocent: "Really?"
He smiled.
"goodbye."
When I got home, the rain had stopped.
Jian Jing petted the lively dog and saw the gift at the door.
Jiang Baiyan's gift was dropped off by him on the way, and he placed it on the entrance cabinet - she gave him the status code to open the door temporarily. He also helped her take care of the plants on the balcony, letting those that needed sunbathing and repotting those that needed repotting.
She sent a message to Jiang Baiyan: [Received, thank you]
Jiang Baiyan: [You’re welcome. It’s not an expensive item.]
Jian Jing paused and decided to hide what happened yesterday from him.
The society is so miserable.
She sent a meaningless emoji and started opening the gifts.
In addition to the boxes seen on the set, there was also a box of dog snacks, an imported brand, unopened, and roughly the same amount of dog snacks as “gifts” as Pudding’s rations.
Jian Jing opened a packet and gave the knight a bite.
It liked it very much and kept wagging its tail and swinging its big ears back and forth. It was very cute.
"So good." She stroked the dog and suddenly remembered something else, which made her furious.
n里.
Ji Feng, Lao Xi, Xiao Li and a senior had just finished their investigation and were having breakfast in a small shop on the street.
The phone vibrated.
He had a spoon in one hand and a roujiamo in the other, so it was inconvenient for him to pick up both hands to answer the call, so he just hung up.
Voice messages.
Teacher Jane's.
"You bastard!"
Everyone looked over, including the owner of the breakfast stall.
Monsoon: “???”
The voice was played continuously, leaving him no chance to cancel.
The second one: "Who has had things stolen from them, who has been abused, who has been secretly photographed, who has been defrauded in an online relationship?"
He couldn't help but let out a "fuck" and felt the pill.
"Do you think I look like him?" the third soul-searching question.
Monsoon: “…”
The old man was curious: "Hey, what did you do to make Teacher Jian so angry?"
Ji Feng's face was filled with indescribable expression, and he went outside to make a phone call.
The connection was quite fast.
She sneered: "Haha."
"Oh, I didn't know it was you." Ji Feng's tone was very incredible, "I really didn't recognize you, I thought you were just an ordinary girl. You are amazing, Teacher Jian, where did you learn this?"
"snort."
"I didn't notice it at all," he said sincerely. "You acted so convincingly, you can't really blame me."
"You really don't doubt it?" She was skeptical.
Ji Feng suppressed his laughter and said, "He has become a completely different person. What am I doubting?"
Jian Jing questioned: "You looked at me several times."
"The customers who go to this store are all regulars. It's inevitable that they'll take a second look at a new face." Ji Feng explained, "It's not just you I looked at. I also looked at the other people I caught yesterday."
Her tone turned cold again: "Oh, so you suspected me of being a wanted criminal yesterday?"
"Of course not." Ji Feng said sincerely, "The temperament is completely different."
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment.
After a while, she asked, "Do I have any flaws? Tell me the truth."
"Uh," Ji Feng recalled, and said, "I can't say for sure."
"What do you mean by bad?"
"There shouldn't be any flaws." He said, "No, I thought you were here to look for someone."
Jian Jing: "Really?"
"Um."
"You still say you didn't have any doubts?" Her tone suddenly became higher and she became angry again, "Liar!"
"I didn't doubt it was you."
"You can't recognize me after I changed my face. It turns out that men only look at faces." Jian Jing rolled her eyes, "Goodbye."
She pressed the button hard to turn off the power.
Ji Feng choked, looked at the TV, then looked at the sky, sighed, and went back to eat breakfast.
Old man gossiping: "Are you done coaxing me?"
"Is this the teacher Jian you mentioned several times?" Xiao Li enthusiastically participated in the discussion. "My girlfriend is her fan. I didn't expect that she was so fierce in private. I thought she was a very quiet and ladylike teacher."
The teacher immediately defended her: "No, Teacher Jian is a very nice person. She is very polite to us and never refuses to help us."
"Why is she so mean to Brother Ji?" Xiao Li was puzzled.
Old man: "Some people don't behave like human beings."
"I really didn't do anything this time." Ji Feng felt powerless.
He said that if he found a flaw, Teacher Jian would definitely be unhappy, so she wanted to win him over this time. But she said that she didn't see it, and it turned out that men only look at the face, and if it's not good-looking, they will show an attitude.
The young mistress is the young mistress, with such a temper... He shook his head and suddenly smiled.
--
In the afternoon, the music was delivered.
Jian Jing had just finished her sleep and was in a lazy mood. She had no interest in the gift and just put it aside. Instead, she hesitated for a long time before picking up the gift card.
What did Kang Mucheng write
She hesitated for a long time before slowly opening it.
A line of words.
[Sorry, I won’t do that next time]
Jian Jing: “Puff—”
Totally unexpected.
It looks like the elementary school students' apologies are not similar at all, they are exactly the same.
She took out her cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Kang Mucheng: [Express delivery received]
Kang Mucheng: [OK]
Her: [Your apology is insincere]
His phone rang immediately, but after the call was connected, the only sound was breathing.
Jian Jing laughed and said in a long tone: "Mr. Kang—"
"Would you like to come for dinner?" He quickly adjusted himself and asked tentatively, "I'll pick you up."
"Where are you going?"
"Anywhere."
"I don't want to go anywhere." She yawned. "How about you come over after get off work to play with me. You're the one who brought me here. I'll forgive you when you finish playing."
Kang Mucheng: “…”
"If you don't come, I'll continue to be angry with you." She threatened.
Kang Mucheng smiled instead and said gently, "Okay, I'll get off work early."
"That's good enough." She hung up the phone with satisfaction.
It was past six o'clock and before dinner, Kang Mucheng's wife arrived.
Jian Jing opened the door in surprise: "I thought you would be more than eighteen at first."
Kang Mucheng smiled, patted the knight's head, and held up the food box: "Have you eaten?"
"not yet."
"Let's do it together," he said.
Jian Jing ordered pickled fish tonight, while Kang Mucheng brought dishes from a Cantonese restaurant. The dishes filled up half the table, which was more than enough for three people.
Kang Mucheng talked about business first: "How much have you written?"
"Don't rush me." She said, "I'm busy these days."
He asked, "Another case?"
"No." She curled her lips and looked happy. "Anyway, it's not dangerous."
Kang Mucheng paused for a moment and looked at her face. Not dangerous... Since when did she start to habitually add this sentence
Many times, over the years, he always heard these three words from her mouth, but he knew it was not true.
She kept appearing at the crime scenes, constantly engaging in a battle of wits and courage with the murderers, and even confronting extremely dangerous elements face to face more than once.
It was too dangerous. Every time he saw the police notice and the vague words "Jian Mou", his heart would hang in the air.
Of course, when I saw the notice, I knew she was safe, but I couldn't help feeling disappointed again and again because of her concealment.
Why did they end up like this? Was it just because she had changed and became adventurous
It doesn't seem so.
He knew he had a responsibility, but he didn't know how to solve it.
"Mr. Kang?" Jian Jing said hesitantly, "I didn't lie to you."
"I'm sorry." Kang Mucheng came back to his senses, paused for a moment, and got straight to the point, "Jingjing, now there are many things you don't want to tell me. Are you afraid that I will stop you?"
Jian Jing didn't expect him to be so direct. She was stunned for a moment before she said, "No, I just... I'm just afraid that you'll worry."
"How can I not worry if you are in danger?"
She showed a helpless look. This was the crux of the problem. He could not let go of his worries no matter what, but she could not give up just because of his worries.
"There's nothing wrong with it, actually." She tried to convince him, "If I can solve it, I won't worry about it. If I can't solve it, there's no point worrying about it."
Kang Mucheng said: "I don't want to be kept in the dark."
Jane remained silent.
He couldn't help but sigh, and tried to say, "At least let me know what you are going to do."
"What happens next?" she asked. "It won't be one point more dangerous, and it won't be one point less dangerous."
"Yes." Kang Mucheng nodded and said, "But at least you know that someone is worried about you and misses you. Maybe you will think more about it when making a decision."
She was stunned.
He said sincerely: "Jingjing, I don't ask you to give up anything for me, but as long as you can think about it a little more, my worry about you will not be in vain, right?"
This made sense. She hesitated, not knowing how to respond.
Kang Mucheng said calmly: "I am in your heart, so it should be worth one second of hesitation, right?"
"Not so little." Jian Jing couldn't help laughing, "Boss Kang, you have to have more confidence in yourself."
Kang Mucheng glanced at her.
she:"?"
"From today on, you call me by my name," he said.
Jian Jing was full of questions: "Why?"
"I'm afraid the president of Jinwu is not worth even a second to you." Kang Mucheng said, "I hope I can."
She: “Uh…”
"We're going to play Lexicon," he said. "It's getting late, let's get started."
The boxes of music were piled up next to him. Kang Mucheng cleaned up the living room, poured the building blocks on the ground, and without moving the chairs, he took out a rattan cushion and began to study the pattern.
He didn't spell this thing, he just prioritized the retro typewriter that was most suitable for her.
Thousands of parts.
Kang Mucheng followed the instructions and began to assemble it.
Jian Jing joined in immediately.
At the beginning, Kang Mucheng chatted with her and asked her where she planned to put the puzzle after she finished it, but after making mistakes a few times, he frowned and treated the game as a work.
Jian Jing: Alas.
Workaholics are workaholics wherever they go.
She watched Kang Mucheng sitting upright, studying the instruction manual and searching for information on the Internet. He would stop from time to time to think about something, full of the enthusiasm for working on a big project.
"Mr. Kang, would you like to have a midnight snack?" She fell on the knight's back, sitting in an awkward position.
"Call me by my name." Kang Mucheng corrected him, and finally replied, "Okay, go ahead."
Jian Jing ordered pizza for a midnight snack and ate while playing video games.
"Yours isn't finished yet." Kang Mucheng reminded.
Jian Jing: “…”
Why do we have to assign tasks when building blocks
She got up with no hope and started to finish her part.
Twelve .
She got up, moved around, took a walk, drank some water, played with the dog, and tried to persuade him: "Forget it, I think this is too difficult, let's talk about it next time."
"Didn't you say you would fight to the end?" Kang Mucheng had already taken off his suit and rolled up his shirt sleeves, but he still showed no intention of giving up.
Jian Jing: "…I was just joking."
"I promised you." He looked at the remaining parts and estimated, "It should be finished before work."
Jian Jing: "Staying up late can cause sudden death."
"Maybe. You can understand how worried I usually am." He said in a flat tone.
Jian Jing: "But I want to sleep."
"You go in and sleep, I'll finish it."
She was completely defeated and had to sit back and continue working.
At three in the morning, the typewriter was finished.
Jian Jing felt relieved and announced: "Kang Mucheng, I don't want to work with you anymore."
He laughed softly.
"Dream on," he said. "Submit the last chapter before September."