Jiang Shu's eyes were bright and she smiled sly: "Song Shaoyan, ask you a question, and you can answer me and I will leave."

"explain."

"Have you ever slept with a woman? Could it be like that old virgin Jiang Ci, right?"

"I've been married, what do you think?"

"Excellent, amazing, married." Jiang Shu snorted coldly, "Okay, I'll ask, let's go."

Jiang Shu put out the cigarette butts in the ashtray.

She is the kind of woman who is very good at doing things and is not dragging her back at all, leaving at will.

Jiang Shu didn't have much stuff, so she packed up and left the main door.

When Zhang De saw Jiang Shu leave, he dared to come out.

"Mr. Song, all your luggage is ready."

"Yes." Song Shaoyan sat upright, without saying much, and the dark sieve was curled up in his narrow eyes, "You can go back to the capital."

"Mr. Song, call me if you have anything to do, whether it is at work or in life."

Song Shaoyan didn't speak.

Zhang De knew that Song Shaoyan had become more and more taciturn since he woke up. When Jiang Ci was alive, he could still make Song Shaoyan lose his temper. Now, I am afraid that Song Shaoyan doesn’t even have the interest to talk to others.

"Mr. Song, take care of yourself." Zhang De said goodbye.

Zhang De left the living room.

Song Shaoyan looked out the window.

Mo's house has already changed its world. It used to be the red and purple trees, and it was very lively. But now it is getting late in autumn and winter is almost here, and it is also depressing and depressing here.

Mo Xiu held the wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling window.

From the wide floor-to-ceiling window, you can see the garden outside. The large peach blossom forest outside the house is left with only bare trunks, no peach blossoms, no leaves, and no beautiful peach blossoms and willow green in spring.

The sky in Huacheng is not very good, it is gloomy, as if it is going to rain at any time.

He has spent five springs and autumns in Huacheng.

The wind outside made a howling sound, and Song Shaoyan narrowed his eyes and looked outside silently, motionless, sitting like a sculpture.

In recent years, the prosperity has faded away, and he no longer liked the things he used to like, and he was more accustomed to sitting in meditation.

He has been looking for the balance between life and death. He thought that he had found it long ago, that is the Buddha's fate.

The Buddha saves sentient beings, which not only allows the dead to rest in peace, but also allows the living to be peaceful.

He also thought it through clearly that now he has no desires and no desires, and all the prosperity in the world has nothing to do with him. The temple is his place.

Thinking of this, Song Shaoyan closed his eyes, his face calmly, and his eyelids were calm.

Bodhi has no tree, and a bright mirror is not a platform.

There is nothing at all, so where can dust be caused?

...

New York.

I was awakened by a nightmare on Ning'an night.

Over the years, she has not had nightmares very early. She doesn't know what happened tonight, but she dreamed that Song Shaoyan was buried under the mine. She used her hands to snatch the soil, but she didn't get anything.

Ning An was sweating all over. She turned on the desk lamp at the head of the bed, supported her head, and remained silent.

Why did you have such a dream? Is it because I heard Jiang Ci say that he rescued Song Shaoyan five years ago?

Her palms were sticky, her long hair was scattered, and her face was haggard.

She glanced at her phone and it was two o'clock in the morning.

Why did she have such a nightmare? Is it Song Shaoyan...

Is he really too soon?

That day, Jiang Ci didn't actually look like he was lying to her. When she took off Song Shaoyan's mask, she also saw a pale and haggard face, without blood.

The bedside case is not fake either.
Chapter completed!