"I will leave the Demon City today. Next, we will not be able to see each other for a while. Anne, I hope you will have time to recall the two days we were together."

Looking at his departure back and the blood marks he caught on his back.

Annie licked her dry lips, stood up slowly, and supported her hands on the island platform.

The blonde hair was messyly pressed against her forehead, and a few wet strands of hair slid down her cheeks, reflecting her face that was flushed with sweat.

Pictures flashed in front of her eyes.

This is an opponent that is almost invincible.

The sapphire-like eyes flashed with complex emotions. There was both unwillingness, fear and horror, and a vague excitement.

It’s really too “magic” for her in the past two days.

For her, this was really a "humiliation" and even hurt her personality.

If the other party was not Tang and Song, if it was not because of Mira's warning.

She will definitely make some extremely overdoing actions now.

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At 3 pm.

On the speeding high-speed train.

In the luxurious and exquisite business seat, the air is filled with a faint fragrance, and the lights are soft and warm.

Tang Song leaned on the dark red leather seat, his figure was upright but casual, and the square-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose added a bit of elegance to him.

Holding a thick book of "Existence and Time" in his hand, his eyes focused, sometimes he thought with a slight brow and sometimes he smiled slightly. For him, this kind of reading on the journey is a rare enjoyment.

Compared to take-off planes, high-speed rail business seats are undoubtedly more suitable for immersive learning.

The quiet and comfortable place can temporarily keep him away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world and truly calm down and read.

Time ticks.

A flight attendant in uniform walked to him and whispered: "Hello sir, this train is expected to arrive at Yancheng Station at 18:57. There is still one hour before you arrive. Do you need to arrange a meal for you now?"

Tang Song raised his head and nodded politely, "Okay, thank you."

After choosing a set meal casually, Tang Song closed the book in his hand and put it back on the folding table next to him.

I stretched my body comfortably.

Outside the window, the sky was dyed with a gorgeous orange-red layer, clouds floated like silk tundra, and the continuous mountains in the distance were shrouded in the golden afterglow.

After enjoying the scenery for a while, the order of the set meal was delivered.

While enjoying the food, Tang and Song picked up their phone to unlock the screen.

Soon, the information in the QQ group came into view.

In Songmei Clothing’s work group, employees are enthusiastically discussing their recent live broadcast results.

Since He Yiyi and Bei Yuwei were in the same frame for the second time, the live broadcast room has ushered in another wave of peaks.

Because I was prepared this time, I steadily caught this wave of traffic.

In recent days, sales performance has been rising rapidly every day.

After browsing with a smile for a while, and responding to several messages, Tang Song's heart moved slightly.

Switching to the "April" small account, in addition to the fan group of [Qingqing Can't Eat Full], there are indeed Zhang Yan's unread messages, but this time there are two.

Tang Song clicked on the chat box, and a long message appeared on the screen, which was posted by her 4 days ago.

That's last Friday night.

She seemed to be used to leaving messages to this account at this point in time.

[Zhang Yan: "Tonight, Lulu and I had a hot pot I longed for, but it was in my rental house.

When I typing on the keyboard and leaving you a message, I can still smell the rich smell of the tomato pan.

Today is the last day of the holiday. I am very glad that I have not worked overtime. I have done a lot of meaningful things:

Ask Li Chao for help to replace the lights that are sometimes good and sometimes bad in the corridor (no longer have to worry about falling);

Under Lulu's cowardice, I went to take photos of Hanfu (it was my favorite costume from the Tang and Song dynasties. In order to make it look better, I wore a wig, and the photo was attached to the back. This was the first time I tried such a dress, and finally fulfilled my wish);

After reading a book about the scenery of the Song Dynasty, I like the most about the passage describing the night market in Bianjing: "The lights are as bright as day, and the shadows are coming" (I suddenly feel that the night in Yangcheng may be a bit lively);

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The oranges were a little rounder again, and when they were lying on my lap, they were heavy. They now have a very good appetite and have to eat a full bowl of cat food every meal.

Fortunately, I have a job now, so it is still okay to support it.

This reminds me of the second semester of the third year of junior high school. At that time, you brought walnut milk to school every day, which took your money. I gained eight kilograms in those three months.

I think it must be very happy now.

Autumn in Yangcheng is not as obvious as in the north, but you can still feel a hint of coolness.

You should be colder there, right? Be careful to keep warm."]

【Zhang Yan: Photo.jpg】

Tang and Song read Zhang Yan's information carefully and clicked on the photo photo.

In the photo, she is wearing a elegant Tang dress and standing in front of a circular door opening.

The hair was gently lifted up with a breeze, and the skirt and mattress poured down like running water.

In ancient paintings, the ladies looking far away by leaning against the railings, bringing the quiet beauty of time.

Tang and Song gaze were slightly dazed.

Subconsciously touching the screen with his fingers, as if touching the figure standing in the twilight of Yangcheng.

Her figure occasionally appears in the memory fragments of 2017 and 2018 that suddenly recovered.

But even so, this was the first time he saw Zhang Yan looking like six years later.

Compared with her in my memory, she is more mature.

Of course, it is still as quiet as ever.

The fragrance of hot pot, the lights changing in the corridor, Hanfu photos, and the scenery of the Song Dynasty mentioned in her message all made him feel a real and vivid vitality.

It also made him realize that this friend from junior high school was living somewhere in Yangcheng.

Then, his eyes fell on keywords such as "second semester of junior high school" and "milk".

The gate of memory suddenly opened, and the past events that were almost forgotten in my mind emerged again.

At that time, as the high school entrance examination was approaching, my mother stuffed a bag of walnut milk into her schoolbag every day in order to nourish her brain.

He doesn't like to drink sweet drinks, and always secretly stuffs milk to his deskmate who only eats one loaf of bread at noon.

She refused every time, and then blushed and whispered "Thank you".

For a moment, the Tang and Song dynasties were full of thoughts.

"Sir, is the package not up to your taste? Do you need me to change it to another one for you?"

The gentle voice of the flight attendant brought Tang and Song back to reality.

"No, thank you."

"Okay, you can call me anytime if you need it."

Tang Song exhaled lightly, put away his cell phone, and picked up the chopsticks again.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and scattered lights lit up in the village in the distance, clearly extinguishing.

The train gradually entered Yancheng.

At the same time, the driver Liu Jiayi dialed the phone.

The first thing Tang Song did when he returned to Yancheng was not to go to pick up snowballs, but to go straight to Yanjingtian City, take a shower, and change into clean clothes.

There is no way. When leaving OCT at noon, Yangma was too enthusiastic.

Her perfume smell tangled around him like a vine and couldn't get rid of it.

Although Tang and Song dynasties were a scumbag, they still knew how to take care of their girlfriends.

Hadn't seen each other for half a month, he missed his "wings".

Especially when I flirt with him online every day, this monster is so burning! I must be punished severely!

Fortunately, he had just taken the [recovery potion] before he tossed Annie this morning, and his body is still at its peak. Thinking of his only 3 "magic medicines" left, Tang Song had a headache.

There are more and more girlfriends, and more and more people need to care about them. The inventory is in urgent need!

Everything is done.

Tang Song drove the Bentley Continental GT to Shengyuan Jiajing.

On the way, he turned around the flower shop and carefully selected a bouquet of red tulips.
To be continued...