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Chapter 363 I still want to see you one last time

It was pitch black all around.

Such a familiar place, Zhang Moyan thought in a daze.

It seems that she has been trapped here for a long time. It seems that she escaped once and was captured again. Or maybe she never escaped and has always been here.

I remember that she seemed to be afraid of this place before, but now she doesn't feel that fear and anxiety at all. Her head is hazy, sometimes sober and sometimes confused. When she is awake, she seems to be in pain, but when she is confused, she is very peaceful.

In the darkness of the eternal night, suddenly there were footsteps approaching her from afar. The rubber soles were walking up the long steps, which was particularly clear in the silence.

Zhang Moyan turned her head in the direction of the sound, but naturally couldn't see anything. After waiting for a while, she felt that the person was standing in front of her.

The person who came here must be very tall, and there was a big gap between his crouched body and him. Zhang Moyan wanted to get up, but she couldn't find the strength to stand on the ground, and then she heard the sound of the slight friction of clothes.

The person seemed to be squatting down.

"How about you come with me?" It was a young man's voice. It was so gentle and smooth that she couldn't help but feel close to him.

"?" Zhang Moyan raised her head weakly. Although she couldn't see the person in front of her, she had no reason to think she could trust him, "Okay."

She didn't even ask where.

The young man held her hand, and his palm was warm and dry, making her immediately feel that she had made the right decision.

"If you leave, you can't come back here again..." the young man said.

Zhang Moyan did not hesitate: "Okay, I don't like it here, and the people here don't like me either."

The man sighed softly, touched her head and asked, "Don't you like them all?"

"What?"

"Don't everyone like you?"

Zhang Moyan thought in silence for a while, her head hurting a little: "...Maybe there is one?"

"What kind of person is he?"

Zhang Moyan tried hard to recall, but finally shook her head helplessly: "I can't remember. I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Do you want to go see him again? You can't come back after you leave."

Hearing the young man say that he couldn't come back again, Zhang Moyan realized that this matter seemed serious, and suddenly felt a little concerned. She felt obligated to see the only person who was good to her and say goodbye to him before leaving.

Thanks.

But there was some hesitation.

She grabbed the young man's hand and asked, "Are you in a hurry? Can you wait for me for a while?"

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, and something slid down against his cheek. Zhang Moyan's closed eyelashes opened slightly.

It was about to rain, the sun was dim, the gloomy sky was cut into pieces by the desolate branches, the cold wind was blowing, and the fallen leaves on the ground were swirling in the field of vision.

Several golden sycamore leaves were stranded in Zhang Moyan's arms. She gently picked up one, and the real touch made her consciousness slowly clear.

The temperature was very low, and the air sucked into the lungs cooled the body. The skin was also empty, and it felt like death without even a heartbeat.

It would be nice to die, a thought passed through Zhang Moyan's mind.

Her biological father didn't want her, her biological mother gave up, her adoptive parents hated her, her grandfather abandoned her, her best friend betrayed her, and she didn't dare to be with the one she loved... Nothing had been accomplished, and her fate was like a bottomless abyss. She didn't want such an unfortunate life anymore.

The eternal tranquility in the dark dream, the warm hands, the wind-like voice, the feeling of no more pain, I long for it.

She didn't know who was talking to her and where he was taking her.

It is said that Xie Bian, the White Wuchang of the underworld, is a handsome young man. Could it be him? But it doesn't matter even if it is Hei Wuchang. It's so dark that you can't see anything anyway.

A few dogs got into a fight on the brown lawn of the park. The barking of the dogs and the scolding of their owners became more and more clear. When his hearing recovered, Zhang Moyan thought of a word, which brought him back to his senses.

I feebly took out my mobile phone from my bag and found the phone number of a Western restaurant I had saved for a long time as if running a program. Due to the expensive menu and the fact that it was not a holiday, I made a reservation easily.

Open WeChat again, swipe all the way down, and click on an avatar signed "Xiao Xingyu".

It's so strange, I can't remember the person in my dream, but I know who it is when I wake up.

The call music played for a long time. While waiting, Zhang Moyan thought a lot. The main consideration was whether to forget about it if the call was not connected or to wait and call again. Xiao Xingyu might call her back when he saw her call.

She didn't have enough time to think about it. The call was connected before it hung up automatically. A long-lost and familiar voice came from the receiver, a little annoyed: "What's the matter?"

The timbre is not inferior to Bai Wuchang at all, Zhang Moyan feels.

"I want to treat you to dinner," she said. "You decide the time and place tonight."

The other side of the phone: "...?...Not available!"

"Is that possible tomorrow?"

"I'm not free either."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"Also...not free."

Zhang Moyan didn't speak again, and she could tell that the other party was not really unavailable, but just didn't want to see her. Also, doing Taijue before was so hurtful that it was normal for people not to want to see her again.

"Why do you want to invite me to dinner?" Xiao Xingyu suddenly asked in the silence on both sides.

Zhang Moyan said: "I want to have dinner with you one last time, but I might not be able to do that in the future."

There was silence on the other end again, and after a long time: "No, thank you!"

"...Let's meet at the Freeman Mansion at 7:30 tonight. See you there."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Moyan also felt that he was speechless, but it didn't matter. In the end, he just did whatever he wanted. It didn't matter whether it suited him or not, whether he could do it or not, whether he liked it or not.

I just want to see you one last time.

It was still early and the place was not too far away, so Zhang Moyan decided to walk there. When she passed the intersection, she was startled by the ghostly appearance of herself walking in the glass of the shopping mall. Although she no longer had any desire to put on makeup, her conscience told her to go there.

She shouldn't go around scaring people.

I braced myself and went to the mall to find a cosmetics counter. I originally wanted to apply some foundation and lipstick, but the salesperson was probably a newbie and didn't see her consumption attitude at all. He put her full makeup on with great effort and flattery. I couldn't bear it.

Seeing that others were disappointed, Zhang Moyan bought a cushion foundation worth more than 300 yuan, and the newly paid salary had not been spent yet.

When she left, she deliberately left the air mattress on the counter. She didn't need it anymore, so she left it for someone else who could use it.

The main body of the restaurant is in black and gold tones, with a retro professional wine cellar style. The white dining tables are surrounded by rows of red wine cellars, giving it a sense of isolation.

After waiting quietly for several hours in front of large and small wine glasses and plates, as the time approached ten o'clock, the guests at the next table gradually disappeared.

Several waiters at the bar looked at Zhang Moyan sympathetically, whispered a few words, and all sighed and shook their heads.

"Ma'am, it's starting to rain outside. Do you need to lend me an umbrella?" A waiter came over to persuade guests politely.

Zhang Moyan raised his head in confusion. His head was like a broken CPU. It took him a long time to read what he said. Then he shook his head: "No, I'll wait."

"Would you like to call the other party to confirm..."

While the waiter was talking, suddenly the thick wooden glass door of the restaurant was pushed open from the outside, and Xiao Xingyu, who was wearing a black jacket and looked dashing, walked in. If you like him, is he flirting with me? Please collect it: (www.sodu777

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