I work as a security guard at a cemetery, and I overhear the dead chatting about getting rich quick.

After returning from the old drainage ditch, Lin Ye was unusually well-behaved for a few days.

He didn't venture any deeper into the back mountains, nor did he touch the old drainage ditch; he simply waited for Ningzhi to check Qingshan's old files.

But when people have free time, their minds tend to get cluttered.

What exactly lies beneath the green hills? Why is Uncle Zhao clearly keeping it a secret? And where does the unfinished word "green" in Xihuai Garden point to?

These problems haunted him both day and night.

After thinking it over, Lin Ye realized that his biggest problem wasn't being timid, but rather being too fragile.

If he were ever cornered, he would have no other option but to call for Xiaoman's help.

That's shameful.

So one evening, looking at Xiaoman chewing a mint, he asked her seriously:

"Could you teach me a few self-defense moves?"

Xiaoman looked up.

"you?"

Lin Ye sensed a hint of disdain in his voice.

"What do you mean by that tone?"

Xiaoman said, "My foundation is weak."

Lin Ye held back.

"I admit I'm not a fighter, but you didn't have to stab me in the back, did you?"

Chew on crushed sugar during Xiaoman (the first fullness of spring).

"I can teach."

Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

"real?"

"Um."

"How long will it take to see results?"

Xiaoman glanced at him for two seconds.

Three years.

Lin Ye: "..."

He rolled up his sleeves.

"Is there anything faster?"

"have."

"how long?"

"One night."

Lin Ye immediately sat up straight.

Xiaoman said, "I can learn how to take a beating without dying."

Lin Ye remained silent.

well.

It's perfect for his current situation.

The training location is in the open space behind the cemetery.

Uncle Zhao usually uses it to dry his mops. The ground is fairly flat, and there's an old street lamp nearby with a yellowish light.

Lin Ye flexed his wrists.

"Let me make it clear first, this is just a tutorial, and I'll stop here."

Xiaoman nodded.

"Um."

Three minutes later.

Lin Ye lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

A mosquito flew past him.

He felt as if half of his soul had flown away with him.

Xiaoman stood beside him, looking down at him.

"stand up."

Lin Ye took a breath.

"How did I get down here?"

"He fell down."

"Nonsense, I'm asking about the process."

"If you reach out and grab me, I'll break your wrist, kick your knee, and press down on your shoulder."

Lin Ye thought for a moment.

I don't remember any of it.

I only remember a blur before my eyes, and the next second I was making intimate contact with the ground.

He struggled to sit up.

"Is there any kind of 'three-day crash course, one-hit kill,' where you can take on ten enemies after watching it?"

Xiaoman said, "Yes."

Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

"What?"

"dream."

Lin Ye: "..."

He gritted his teeth and got up.

"continue."

Xiaoman glanced at him.

"It will hurt."

Am I afraid of pain?

Ten minutes later.

Lin Ye lay down again.

This time, I'm lying face down.

His face was pressed against the ground.

Xiaoman squatted down beside her.

"You're afraid."

Lin Ye's voice was muffled.

"I call that respecting pain."

From that day on, Lin Ye was thrown around by Xiao Man several times a day.

After the first fall, he would ask why.

After the second fall, he began to question the meaning of life.

After his third fall, he had learned to find a relatively dignified position to lie down.

Xiaoman teaches very diligently.

It's also very cold-blooded.

"The center of gravity is too high."

"Too slow."

"My knees are weak."

"Your reaction speed just now was like an old-fashioned mobile phone."

When Lin Ye heard the last sentence, he almost got up and fought her.

But he couldn't win.

We can only endure it.

After a few days, he had a bruise on his shoulder, red marks on his wrist, and a burning sensation on his back.

That evening, Lin Ye returned to his dormitory after training and grimaced as soon as he sat down.

Xiaoman stood at the door and watched him for a while before taking out a tube of ointment from her bag.

"Take off your clothes."

Lin Ye had just unscrewed the water bottle when he almost spilled the water.

"What?"

"Apply the medicine."

"I'll do it myself."

"You can't reach my back."

"I can rub against the wall."

Xiaoman looked at him as if he were a fool.

"Take it off."

Lin Ye stared at her for two seconds, then gave in.

He took off his T-shirt and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

The dormitory is not big.

A bed, a table, and a wardrobe.

The window was half open, and outside came the faint chirping of insects from the cemetery.

Xiaoman squeezed some ointment onto her fingertip and pressed it directly under his shoulder blade.

Lin Ye gasped.

"Ouch—be gentle."

"I didn't use any force."

"Are you misunderstanding what 'not using force' means?"

Xiaoman ignored him.

Her fingers were cold.

The ointment was also cool.

Pressing it on the hot bruise felt a bit strange.

It hurts, but there's a slight numbness in it.

At first, Lin Ye was still tense, but later he gradually felt his back stiffen.

It doesn't hurt.

She was too close.

Her breath occasionally fell on the back of his neck, so light, yet impossible to ignore.

Lin Ye sat up straighter and straighter.

When Xiaoman pressed on his shoulder, she suddenly paused.

"Your heart is beating faster."

Lin Ye froze.

"Is there?"

"have."

"It might be because the medicine is very effective."

"The ointment will not make your heart beat faster."

Lin Ye closed his eyes.

"You don't have to be so meticulous."

Xiaoman walked around to his side and glanced at him.

Her gaze was calm.

It's too peaceful.

It's like checking a training injury, not looking at a half-naked adult man.

Lin Ye's ears felt a little hot, and he reached for his clothes.

"Is that enough?"

Xiaoman glanced down at him, then looked up at him again.

"You reacted."

Lin Ye's hand trembled, and his T-shirt almost fell to the ground.

"Grain Buds!"

"It's a normal physiological response," she said. "It was covered in training."

Lin Ye's scalp tingled.

"What kind of nonsense do you guys talk about during training?"

Xiaoman's tone remained natural.

"When providing close protection, the person being protected may experience pain, fear, excitement, desire, or loss of control. It is necessary to determine whether this affects their mobility."

Lin Ye pulled his T-shirt up to cover himself.

"Is the assessment complete now?"

"Um."

"And the result?"

"It will not affect the operation."

"Thank you for being so objective."

Xiaoman then asked, "Do you need me to help you with this?"

Lin Ye almost jumped off the bed.

"What the hell?"

Xiaoman looked at him.

Are you surprised?

"Shouldn't I be surprised?" Lin Ye's voice changed. "You're asking me like I want some water!"

Xiaoman thought about it.

"If the physical condition of the person being protected affects the mission, it can be handled."

Lin Ye's face turned red.

It's not shyness.

I was stunned by her logic.

"stop."

He raised his hand.

"Starting today, this service is permanently shut down. You are not needed to handle any situations; your only responsibility is to keep me from dying."

Xiaoman looked at him for a few seconds and nodded.

"Know."

Lin Ye grabbed a T-shirt and put it on, his movements so chaotic it looked like he was being chased.

After he finished dressing, he sat on the edge of the bed and rested for a long time.

Xiaoman covered the ointment and placed it on the table.

"To be continued tomorrow."

Lin Ye looked up.

"What do you mean, 'continue'?"

"train."

"Is it too late for me to quit now?"

"Too late."

Lin Ye lay back on the bed and covered his face with a pillow.

"I now feel that death is not scary."

Xiaoman stood by the bed.

"What's so scary about that?"

Lin Ye said in a muffled voice, "You're scary."

Xiaoman chews a piece of candy.

"oh."

While Lin Ye was waiting for news from Ning Zhi, Su Tinglan was also busy.

After reporting the situation in Qingshan, she actually found a job.

Data organization position at Qingcheng Folk Culture Data Center.

The salary isn't high, but it's easy, with weekends off, and it's not far from the Mancang Antique Shop.

When Su Tinglan sent the message to Lin Ye, Lin Ye had just been thrown by Xiaoman and was wiping the dust off his elbow.

Su Tinglan: "I found a job."

Lin Ye: "Congratulations on successfully infiltrating the Qingcheng workplace."

Su Tinglan: "The data organization position doesn't pay much, but it has weekends off."

Lin Ye: "That sounds like it suits you."

Su Tinglan: "Are you praising me, or saying I'm suited for a low salary?"

Lin Ye: "I'm praising you for being suited for weekends off."

Su Tinglan returned a smiley face.

Lin Ye looked at the smiling face and paused for a moment.

Xiaoman sat beside him and watched him.

"Su Tinglan?"

Lin Ye put his phone away.

"Um."

Xiaoman said, "You smiled."

"I don't."

"His lips moved."

Lin Ye looked at her.

"Could you use your observation skills to observe the enemy?"

"She could also be an enemy."

Lin Ye fell silent.

After a while, he said in a low voice, "I know."

Xiaoman didn't say anything more.

Knowing is one thing.

When you actually meet them, it's a different story.

After Su Tinglan's job stabilized, Lin Ye would occasionally visit Mancang Antique Shop.

The reasons are also quite valid.

Go to see antiques.

I'll also have a meal with Su Tinglan while I'm at it.

Of course, the last "by the way" became less and less like a casual remark.

Fang Mancang was very enthusiastic about this.

Every time Lin Ye entered the store, he felt like he was seeing a long-term meal ticket.

"Brother Lin, what are you looking at today? Seals? Copper coins? Old ink? Or our Tinglan?"

Su Tinglan looked up from the side.

"cousin."

Fang Mancang immediately changed his tune.

"Look at the old items that just arrived in our home."

Lin Ye pretended not to hear and looked down at the copper coins in the counter.

Su Tinglan smiled and poured him tea.

Xiaoman stood at the door, like a black guardian deity.

Over time, even Fang Mancang got used to it.

When he poured tea for himself and Lin Ye, he would naturally skip Xiaoman.

Then ask, "Sister Jiang, are you still not drinking today?"

Xiaoman: "I won't drink."

Fang Mancang nodded.

"Okay, stable."

One time, Su Tinglan got off work early and asked Lin Ye if he wanted to have dinner together.

Before Lin Ye could answer, Xiao Man said, "Okay."

Lin Ye looked at her.

"You'll agree for me?"

Xiaoman said, "It's lunchtime."

Su Tinglan couldn't help but laugh.

They went out for hot pot that day.

Fang Mancang originally wanted to go along, but was scared back by Su Tinglan's words, "My sister-in-law is looking for you."

The shop was crowded and steaming hot.

The waiter asked how many people were in the party.

Lin Yegang said "three people," and the waiter looked at him and Su Tinglan, then at Xiaoman.

"Want a couple's set meal? The second serving of crispy pork is half price right now."

Lin Ye was about to explain when Xiao Man spoke up.

"I want it. Cheap."

Lin Ye: "..."

Su Tinglan lowered her head and laughed so hard her shoulders were shaking.

Lin Ye observes Xiaoman (the Grain Full).

"You're quite good at setting up plays now."

Xiaoman said, "To save money."

"Your assist was completely devoid of emotion."

"There's crispy pork."

Lin Ye was unable to refute it.

During the meal, Xiaoman sat on the outside, with her back to the wall, looking towards the door.

Lin Ye and Su Tinglan sat inside.

The bottom of the pot was bubbling away.

Su Tinglan picked up a piece of tripe, blanched it for a few seconds, and put it into Lin Ye's bowl.

"You rinsed it for too long just now; if you rinsed it any longer, it would turn into a specimen."

Lin Ye stared at the tripe in the bowl, momentarily stunned.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," Su Tinglan said. "You treated me to milk tea last time, so this time I'll teach you how to cook tripe."

"Aren't these two values ​​somewhat unequal?"

"Then you can make it up next time."

"How to replenish it?"

"See a movie?"

Lin Ye looked up.

Su Tinglan looked at him with a slight smile in her eyes.

The hot pot restaurant was brightly lit.

Her face was slightly flushed from the heat, and wisps of hair fell across her forehead, making her appear softer than usual.

Lin Ye suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.

Xiaoman crunched a piece of candy next to her.

"Can."

Lin Ye slowly turned his head.

"How come you can do it again?"

Xiaoman looked at the pot.

"The movie theater is dark, which is good for observing people."

Su Tinglan laughed out loud.

Lin Ye supports his forehead.

"You're such a powerful light bulb."

Xiaoman said, "I'll sit in the back row."

Lin Ye was stunned.

Xiaoman added, "The view is good."

She spoke with a very serious expression.

But Lin Ye always felt that she was doing it on purpose this time.

Later, they actually went to see the movie.

A suspense film.

When buying tickets for Xiaoman, she bought three tickets directly.

Lin Ye glanced at the seat.

He and Su Tinglan sat side by side.

Xiaoman is in the middle of the back row.

Lin Ye looked at her.

Xiaoman handed him the ticket.

"The rear view is good."

Su Tinglan looked down at the ticket, a slight smile curving her lips.

Midway through the movie, there was a scary scene where someone in the front row screamed.

Lin Ye wasn't scared by the movie, but he was startled when Su Tinglan suddenly touched his hand next to him.

She seemed to realize it too, and quickly took it back.

"Feel sorry."

"fine."

In the darkness, neither of them spoke again.

The light on the screen flickered on and off.

Lin Ye could smell a faint woody scent on her.

Not strong.

Like old book pages that have been sun-dried.

He suddenly remembered the smell he had first encountered on the high-speed train.

At that time, he felt that this high-speed train was a bit strange.

Now he feels that he might have really messed up.

After the movie ended, Xiaoman walked behind.

Su Tinglan asked her, "What did you think of the movie?"

Xiaoman thought about it.

"The killer was too slow."

Lin Ye almost burst out laughing.

Su Tinglan smiled too.

"You watch this kind of movies?"

"Hmm," Xiaoman said, "He has at least three chances to achieve his goal."

Lin Ye interrupted immediately.

"Okay, that's enough with the movie review. If we keep going, the movie theater will call the police."

Su Tinglan looked at him with a smile.

"Is your surroundings always this lively?"

Lin Ye glanced at Xiao Man.

"It's lively and exciting, but it can shorten your lifespan."

Xiaoman: "I'm preventing you from having your lifespan shortened."

Lin Ye: "Thank you, you're losing weight even faster now."

These days lasted for a few days.

Very strange.

Lin Ye knew that Su Tinglan might have a problem.

But he would still go to Mancang Antique Shop.

I will have dinner with her.

I will reply to her messages.

When she sent me a message saying, "I found an 1980s movie ticket in an old newspaper at the data center today," I would jokingly ask her if she had won a prize.

He wasn't completely relaxed.

But it wasn't completely pushed forward.

It's like standing on a not-so-safe bridge.

I knew there was water under the bridge.

I also know that the scenery across the street is nice.

He wanted to go and take a look.

And they are ready to turn around and run away at any time.

Xiaoman followed along the whole time.

Do not stop it.

No comment.

Occasionally, he would even deliver a very awkward assist.

For example, Su Tinglan said it was cold.

Before Lin Ye could react, Xiao Man said, "Your coat."

Lin Ye looked down at his coat.

"Don't you care whether I'm cold or not?"

Xiaoman: "You're resistant to the cold."

Su Tinglan smiled and tucked her hands into her sleeves.

"It's okay, I'm not cold anymore."

Lin Ye still handed over the coat.

When Su Tinglan received it, her fingertips touched his hand.

It's very light.

But Lin Ye's heart still fluttered.

On the way back to the cemetery, he asked Xiaoman, "Did you do that on purpose?"

Xiaoman looked out the window.

"Her hands are very cold."

"so?"

"Your clothes are thick."

"And you?"

"I'm not cold."

Lin Ye looked at her.

"Your reason for assisting is still so emotionless."

Chew candy during Xiaoman (the 12th solar term).

"As long as it works."

Lin Ye was speechless for a moment.

A few days later, Lin Ye had just come out of the Mancang Antique Shop.

Fang Mancang stood at the door, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, and waved to him.

"Brother Lin, come again next time!"

Lin Ye turned to look at him.

"Brother Mancang, you're always so enthusiastic, I'm afraid my wallet can't handle it."

Fang Mancang looked completely sincere.

"Don't worry, I'd never cheat someone I know."

Before Lin Ye could speak, Su Tinglan quietly added a comment from the side.

"What he means is that you have to keep ripping off acquaintances."

Fang Mancang immediately clutched his chest.

"Tinglan, why do you always undermine me?"

Su Tinglan laughed: "I'm afraid you'll look too much like a serious boss."

Lin Ye laughed out loud.

Xiaoman stood to the side, chewing a mint candy with a blank expression.

"He doesn't seem like it."

Fang Mancang: "..."

"Sister Jiang," Fang Mancang sighed, "your comment is hurtful."

Xiaoman said, "To tell the truth."

Fang Mancang waved his hand.

"Alright, alright, you can all leave now. If we keep talking like this, I'll need internal injuries to fall asleep tonight."

Su Tinglan escorted Lin Ye to the street corner.

The Nanqiao secondhand market is much quieter at night than during the day.

Most shops were closed, with only a few still lit up. Oil sizzled on the grills at the roadside stalls, and the air was filled with the mixed smells of grilled sausages, fried skewers, and damp wood.

Su Tinglan was carrying a small bag of chestnuts.

I just bought it from a roadside vendor.

It's still warm.

She peeled one open and handed it to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye took it instinctively.

The chestnuts are still hot.

He swiped it between his fingers twice before putting it in his mouth.

Su Tinglan looked at him and smiled.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

Lin Ye chewed twice.

"I'm mainly afraid you'll change your mind."

"Do I look like such a petty person?"

Lin Ye glanced at her.

"It doesn't look like it."

Just as Su Tinglan was about to laugh, he added something else.

"You're the kind of person who seems generous on the surface but keeps track of expenses behind the scenes."

Su Tinglan laughed in exasperation.

"Then you're finished. You owe me three meals, two cups of milk tea, and a movie these past few days."

Lin Ye thought for a moment.

"Didn't I buy the movie tickets?"

"But I bought the popcorn."

You ate most of the popcorn.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," Lin Ye said immediately. "I just think you keep very meticulous accounts."

Su Tinglan smiled and handed over the bag of chestnuts.

"Then let's remember another chestnut."

Lin Ye took it and suddenly felt that the past few days hadn't felt real.

Cemetery, dead bodies, green hills, old drainage ditches.

These things are still weighing on his back.

Standing at the entrance of Nanqiao Street, eating the hot chestnuts that Su Tinglan handed him, and watching her laughingly calculate the cost of a single chestnut, he felt as if he had briefly emerged from that murky water.

He took a breath.

Xiaoman stood two steps away.

Not too far, not too close.

You can see the woods and the people coming and going at the street corner.

Su Tinglan glanced at her and asked with a smile, "Xiaoman, do you want some?"

Xiaoman shook her head.

"I don't eat food from strangers."

Su Tinglan's eyes crinkled into a smile.

Are we still strangers now?

Xiaoman looked at her.

"Calculate."

Su Tinglan wasn't angry.

She picked up the bag of chestnuts again.

"Then I'll keep trying."

Lin Ye glanced at her.

That sounds like a joke.

It didn't seem like a complete joke.

Su Tinglan was also looking at him.

One of the streetlights at the intersection was broken, casting an intermittent glow. She stood in the light and shadow, her smile appearing soft and gentle.

Lin Ye suddenly didn't know what to say.

Xiaoman chewed on the candy beside her.

Click.

The sound was very soft.

But that precisely shattered that delicate atmosphere.

Lin Ye turned to look at her.

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

Xiaoman looked at him.

"You're such a good light bulb."

Xiaoman said, "I don't emit light."

Su Tinglan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lin Ye sighed.

"Never mind, you wouldn't understand."

Xiaoman thought about it seriously.

"I understand."

Lin Ye was stunned.

Su Tinglan also looked at her.

Xiaoman looked at Lin Ye, her tone flat.

"You want to get close to her."

Lin Ye: "..."

The street corner fell silent for a second after those words were spoken.

Lin Ye almost choked on his own saliva.

"Xiaoman, could you please stop reading my inner thoughts aloud in public?"

Xiaoman said, "It's not a mental activity, it's a behavioral judgment."

Su Tinglan lowered her head to peel chestnuts, but the tips of her ears turned a little red.

Lin Ye saw it.

He wanted to explain.

But when the words were about to come out, the explanation felt even stranger.

Su Tinglan handed over the peeled chestnuts, her voice a little softer than before.

"for you."

Lin Ye accepted it.

"Thanks."

When his fingertips touched her palm, they both paused for a moment.

very short.

It was so short that passersby didn't even notice anything.

But Lin Ye himself knew.

His heart skipped a beat.

Xiaoman stood to the side, as if she wanted to say something.

Lin Ye immediately turned to look at her.

"Shut up."

Xiaoman chewed the candy into pieces.

"oh."

Su Tinglan's shoulders trembled slightly as she laughed.

Lin Ye suddenly realized that this girl's smile was really deadly.

He knew perfectly well that she might have a problem.

He knew that her approach to him might not be innocent.

He knew perfectly well that Gu Wantang and Xiaoman were both reminding him.

But at this moment, he still didn't quite want to pull his hand back.

People are really pathetic.

The more dangerous the sugar, the more I want to try it.

On the way back to the cemetery, Xiaoman, sitting in the back of the taxi, suddenly said, "She likes you too."

Lin Ye was looking out the window when he almost turned around and bumped into the car window.

"You're here again?"

Xiaoman said, "This time it's not observation, it's judgment."

Is there a difference?

"Observation is what you see," Xiaoman said. "Judgment is inferred from what you see."

"Are you accurate with your predictions?"

"uncertain."

Lin Ye rubbed his temples.

"So you're so sure?"

"Because you want to hear it."

Lin Ye was speechless for a moment.

The taxi fell silent.

The driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror but didn't dare to say anything.

Lin Ye leaned back in his chair, watching the streetlights outside the window slide by one by one.

After a long pause, he whispered, "She might be acting."

Xiaoman looked at him.

"Um."

"So whether she likes me or not, it's possible she's just acting."

"Um."

Lin Ye turned his head to look at her.

"Can't you even offer me a word of comfort?"

Xiaoman thought about it.

"She acted very well."

Lin Ye: "..."

Thank you.

The reassurance was very successful.

It was almost 11 o'clock when we got back to Qingshan Cemetery.

A night breeze blew from the tomb passage, and a few streetlights were lit in the distance.

Lin Ye patrolled the area as usual.

He did not go to the back mountain.

They also did not go to the old drainage ditch.

It's just a matter of going from the east area to the west area, and then back to the security booth from the west area.

Old Mrs. Zhao from the East District was still cursing the paper clothes for being ugly.

The old men in the West District are arguing about whose grandson is more successful.

Qingshan acted as if nothing had happened.

But Lin Ye knew that quiet didn't mean everything was alright.

It's more like there's something hidden underground, waiting for them to dig the soil away little by little.

When he returned to the dormitory, Xiaoman was already sitting on the steps at the entrance.

She chewed a mint with a loud crunching sound.

Lin Ye looked down at her.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

"good."

"Don't you guys need to sleep?"

"need."

"Then go to sleep."

"You're not asleep."

Lin Ye sighed.

"I feel like I've even lost the freedom to suffer from insomnia now."

Xiaoman looked up at him.

"You haven't been running around these past few days."

"I'm waiting for news."

"Waiting for Ningzhi?"

Lin Ye hummed in agreement.

Xiaoman nodded.

"And then what happens after it's found out?"

Lin Ye looked towards the distant back mountain.

In the darkness of night, only a dark shadow remained on the back mountain.

"We'll see."

It's not that he doesn't want to move forward.

We still don't know what's under our feet.

If you take one wrong step, it's not just a matter of falling down.

He looked away and pushed open the door to go inside.

My phone vibrated at that moment.

Lin Ye thought it was Ning Zhi.

Upon picking it up, he saw it was Su Tinglan.

"The data center will be sorting through old newspapers tomorrow, it might be quite boring."

"If you happen to be passing by, could you bring me a cup of milk tea?"

Lin Ye stared at the two lines of text and remained silent for a while.

Xiaoman stood at the door.

"Shall we go back?"

Lin Ye did not reply immediately.

Outside the window, the wind rustled through the treetops in the cemetery.

In the distance, the faint sounds of dead people chatting could be heard.

It's very light, and very familiar.

Lin Ye lowered his head and typed.

"What flavor?"

Sent successfully.

Su Tinglan quickly replied with a smiley face.

"You choose."

Looking at that smiling face, Lin Ye suddenly realized that he was indeed quite pathetic.

He knew perfectly well that she might be acting.

But he still replied.

He placed his phone face down on the table and looked up at Xiaoman.

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

"Um."

"Do you think it's foolish for someone to knowingly walk into a pitfall?"

Xiaoman thought about it.

"Let's see what's in the pit."

Lin Ye was stunned.

Xiaoman chewed on some candy and said calmly, "If there's something you want in the pit, then you're not stupid."

Lin Ye looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"You're quite good at comforting people this time."

Xiaoman said, "It's not about comforting you."

Lin Ye: "..."

Row.

He was too early.

That night, Lin Ye lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The phone sat quietly on the table.

Xiaoman sat at the door.

Deep within the cemetery, the dead chatted intermittently.

Qingshan has not yet revealed his true nature.

There's still no result from Ningzhi's side.

Su Tinglan's words, "You choose," were like a small pebble that gently fell into his heart.

not heavy.

But there has always been an echo.