250 Raids: There's a girl next door

A pair of eyes that seemed to be holding peach petals, the corners of the eyes were slightly upturned, and the rosy lips under the bridge of the high nose were slightly pursed. He held a wireless phone in his hand, frowned slightly, and leaned lazily on the bedside to listen to the other end of the phone. Assistant reports to him.

"Haven't you found the girl's information yet?"

"Must find out."

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the balcony and stared out of the window blankly. That night, the person under him was the same as her in terms of voice and appearance, even though he was bewitched by the medicine at that time.

But everything about her is like a brand in his heart, engraved in his heart, how could he admit his mistake?If it wasn't because he heard her voice and touched her outline, no matter how strong the medicine was, he would never touch any woman.

Thinking, he reached out and picked up an exquisite photo frame on the glass table. The photo in the photo frame was a lively and beautiful girl with long hair in a high ponytail, and a bright smile on her face that made the sun shine brighter than her. down.

His fair and slender fingers caressed the bright smiling face of the girl in the photo, and her gentle eyes dimmed like a heart that had lost her life.

After a long time, the man took a breath helplessly and then let it out heavily, a doting and bitter smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Silly girl, 'nine' is what you said forever, the first time I heard your words, I 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 have passed like this, he took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, put down the photo frame gently, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Facing Zhang Mofei in the photo, he said, "It doesn't matter if you didn't pass the examination as a first-class painter. I promise not to make fun of you. As long as you come back, I will let you decide everything."

A person kept asking questions in front of the photos, and every time he asked a question, the only answer he had was the whistling sea wind and waves outside.

"Zhang Mofei, for more than 600 days and nights without your small mouth chattering in my ears, it is a kind of torture for me. You really can torture people."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, and his tall figure stood in the room by the window, his slender black shadow reflected on the ground, looking lonely and lonely.

Facing the blue and wide sea, he sighed again, "How can you bear to let me waste time here."

The weather in June was neither hot nor cold, Pei Mochen sat at his desk, his heart was just like this office, big and empty at first.

There is a game on the computer, it is the Butterfly Dream game developed by Pei Yifeng and Yao Yi, and it is now the fourth version.

It has been four years since the fifth edition was to be released, lazily leaning on the chair, staring at the character on the screen with a pair of bottomless eyes.

The white clothes are fluttering, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, holding a jade flute in her white and slender hands, playing melancholy tunes, her black hair fluttering in the wind, and the words "Butterfly Dream Feiyang" on her head.

The picture is beautiful and realistic.

'Hey, I'm lost, can you tell me how to get to Wangcheng? '

Suddenly, a bright red subtitle appeared at the bottom of the game. This is the font color of the private chat.

Pei Mo glanced at the message calmly, the owner who sent this message was called 'Xiaobai with amnesia'.

Glancing around, he didn't see anyone, he moved his body, just changed his posture, and didn't intend to pay attention to it.