A pair of eyes that looked like they were holding peach petals were slightly upturned at the corners, and the red lips under the high bridge of his nose were lightly pursed. He was holding a wireless phone in his hand, frowning slightly, lazily leaning on the bedside and listening to the other end of the phone.
The assistant reported to him.
"Have you not found that girl's information yet?"
"We must find out."
After hanging up the phone, he sat on the balcony and looked out the window blankly. That night, the person under him had the same voice and appearance as her, even though he was confused by the drug at the time.
But everything about her was like a brand in his heart, engraved in his heart. How could he admit his mistake? If it weren't for the fact that he heard her voice and touched her outline, no matter how strong the medicine was, he would not have touched anything.
woman.
Thinking about it, he reached out and picked up an exquisite photo frame on the glass table. The photo in the photo frame was of a lively and beautiful girl. The girl had long hair and a high ponytail, and the smile on her face was brighter than the sun.
Go down.
Her slender white fingers carefully caressed the bright smile of the girl in the photo, and her gentle eyes were as dim as if she had lost the focus of her life.
For a long time, the man took a helpless breath and let it out heavily, with a fond and bitter smile on his lips.
"Silly girl, 'nine' is what you said last forever. I listened to you for the first time and kept silent until you came back. I have been waiting for you for a long time. It was you that night, right?"
Time flies, five years passed like this. He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, gently put down the photo frame, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He said to Zhang Mofei in the photo, "It doesn't matter if you haven't passed the first-level painter exam. I promise not to make fun of you. As long as you come back, I will let you make the decision."
A man kept asking questions to the photo, and every time he asked a question, the only answer he got was the sound of the sea breeze and waves outside.
"Zhang Mofei, these more than 1,600 days and nights without your little mouth chattering in my ears have been a kind of torture for me. You are really good at torturing people."
After saying that, he stood up, his tall figure standing in the room by the window, his slender black shadow reflected on the ground, looking lonely and lonely.
He sighed again towards the broad blue sea, "How can you bear to let me waste my time here?"
The weather in June was neither hot nor cold, and Pei Mo was sitting at his desk. His heart was just like this office, huge and empty.
The game hanging on the computer is the Butterfly Dream game developed by Pei Yifeng and Yao Yi back then. It is now in its fourth edition.
It has been four years since the fifth edition was released. I leaned lazily on my chair and stared at my character on the screen with a pair of bottomless eyes.
White clothes fluttering, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, holding a jade flute in her long white hands and playing melancholy music, her black hair flying in the wind, and the words "Die Meng Fei Yang" above her head.
The picture is very beautiful and realistic.
'Hey, I'm lost, can you tell me how to get to the royal city?'
Suddenly, bright red subtitles appeared below the game. This was the font color of the private chat.
Pei Mo glanced at the message and saw that the person who sent this message was called 'Xiaobai who lost his memory'.
After looking around, he didn't see anyone. He moved his body, just changed his posture, and didn't intend to pay attention.
