The north wind blew, causing the fallen leaves on the roadside to sway in the air. The annual cold current went south again, and the winter quickly entered overnight.
Chen Muyang, who has worked for more than a year, has already adapted to the two-point and first-line life of the company and home, and has received a pretty good salary. He usually frees himself and regularly gives Song Kang money to him every month, and lives an ordinary life with Song Yiran in this big city.
He naively thought that such days could last, and silently lamented that the last time burning incense and worshiping Buddha at Hanshan Temple was indeed useful, he forgot one thing, that is, God likes to joke with the world the most
His invisible hands enveloped the sky and the earth, manipulating the fate of everyone, and no one could escape. Who would think that he could escape by chance? In the future, God's slap will still be hit hard by the face in the future
So, Chen Muyang unexpectedly reunited with someone in this winter windy season
***
Chen Qingnan's appearance was beyond his expectations
It was an ordinary Friday, with crowds in the subway station. The evening rush hour after get off work and school made the crowd crowd crowded in the subway station one after another.
Chen Muyang and Song Yiran made an appointment at an exit at the transfer station, preparing to have dinner together, Song Yiran arrived ten minutes early and waited for him at the exit.
She held her cell phone in her pocket, carried a small bag, and looked up at the lights of thousands of homes and the night view of the city from time to time.
Because of the cold, she kept stomping her feet, and the heels of her boots collided with the ground and made a clattering sound, her thoughts wandered out, and she didn't even know that her bag had slipped behind without realizing it, let alone that someone was hiding near the bushes behind and staring at this unsuspecting girl's bag
Suddenly, she was hit hard from behind
Song Yiran immediately reached out his hands and covered his bag with his arms and turned it to his side. He frowned and glanced around suspiciously. He muttered a few words in his mouth, and then put his hands in his pocket, but he always felt something was wrong. His palm was empty and he couldn't grasp anything.
Cellphone! She exclaimed in surprise and touched her pocket carefully. Because of her panic, her cheeks were swollen and red, and she suddenly screamed: Where is the cell phone...Ah is over...
In a panic, she saw a man with his shoulders shrunk and a velvet hat and mask running away against the crowd, jogging along the narrow bush path towards the east road. Song Yiran was immediately suspicious, staring at the sneaky man, but involuntarily followed, and the boot heels rang. The man walked faster and faster, and she also walked faster and faster.
Chen Muyang witnessed the whole process as soon as he was about to arrive. Before Song Yiran could see him, she was stolen by the man with a hunched mask on his back.
Without thinking, he followed him, and with his height and physical strength advantages, he took advantage of his unpreparedness and blocked the man, grabbed his arm tightly, and scolded him coldly, attracting attention from others.
The girl's cell phone just now came back
The thief was stunned, half of his face was covered in dark light
When Chen Muyang thought he was going to take out his cell phone, the thief suddenly kicked his knee hard and broke away, dragging his worn-out liberation shoes to try to escape. Chen Muyang quickly looked and strangled his neck directly, leading the thief back, and the two quickly fought together.
In the chaos, Chen Muyang found her cell phone from his pocket and took it out suddenly
The thief grabbed the phone with his withered hands tightly. During the stalemate, the phone screen was accidentally lit up, and a few messages he posted not long ago were displayed on the white screen.
Mu Yang: Ranran, I'll be here soon
Mu Yang: Ranran, are you at Exit 5 of the Metro?
But the thief suddenly stopped moving, lying on the cold dirty stone pavement like a dead fish
Chen Muyang took advantage of the thief's insanity and snatched her cell phone back and angrily pulled off the thief's velvet cap.
The messy hair grew ruggedly on the top of the bald head, and a yellow old face was full of gullies. The turbid eyes under the slump of the slump were now looking at Chen Muyang dumbly.
Even though the person in front of him was wearing a mask, after many years, Chen Muyang clearly recognized his biological father.
The time before the age of seven is now like a different life. The memories that were originally locked in a corner of my mind are now automatically breaking through the chain and surging.
After suddenly losing his mind, Chen Muyang's head was running rapidly, and finally he hurriedly jumped together, clutching his phone tightly as if he was running away and running towards her.
Song Yiran ran over from a distance in a panic. She was afraid that the thief would bring a knife and shouted anxiously: Mu Yang, what if the thief brings a knife...
It's okay, let's go, he hugged Song Yiran's shoulder and walked forward quickly
Oh... Song Yiran was pulled away by Chen Muyang directly. The force on her shoulder made her feel painful. She tried hard to move her legs and keep up with his pace.
Chen Muyang A hoarse voice came from behind
Song Yiran was stunned and turned around in confusion, but Chen Muyang was unmoved and even pulled her away in panic.
Chen Muyang The man yelled regardless, as if he had tried his best, pulled Jiefang Shoes and ran to them to block the way, showing his yellow teeth and smiling coldly
Song Yiran was quickly pulled behind him and swept the middle-aged man's face, a blurred sense of familiarity surged into his heart.
But the people around her cast a curious look, which made her have no time to think about it. She just grabbed Chen Muyang's sleeve tightly and muttered in a low voice: Is this person sick?
No matter how wide the road is, it is a little crowded. The high-rise buildings on both sides of the road are brightly lit. People who are getting off work and school are walking fast in the street with tired faces, and Chen Muyang stood quietly. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was played with by fate like a toy.
Chen Qingnan blew his nose, smeared his nose with his yellow cuffs a few times, pointed at Chen Muyang's face, and spat: Even you dare not recognize me.
Song Yiran suddenly understood
The blurred and familiar feeling in that moment just now arises from the collision between his face and the memories deep in his mind after seeing him, or inevitably, he found some similarities to Chen Muyang on his face, which was the outline of his parents and children dissolved in bones and blood.
Chen Muyang, who has worked for more than a year, has already adapted to the two-point and first-line life of the company and home, and has received a pretty good salary. He usually frees himself and regularly gives Song Kang money to him every month, and lives an ordinary life with Song Yiran in this big city.
He naively thought that such days could last, and silently lamented that the last time burning incense and worshiping Buddha at Hanshan Temple was indeed useful, he forgot one thing, that is, God likes to joke with the world the most
His invisible hands enveloped the sky and the earth, manipulating the fate of everyone, and no one could escape. Who would think that he could escape by chance? In the future, God's slap will still be hit hard by the face in the future
So, Chen Muyang unexpectedly reunited with someone in this winter windy season
***
Chen Qingnan's appearance was beyond his expectations
It was an ordinary Friday, with crowds in the subway station. The evening rush hour after get off work and school made the crowd crowd crowded in the subway station one after another.
Chen Muyang and Song Yiran made an appointment at an exit at the transfer station, preparing to have dinner together, Song Yiran arrived ten minutes early and waited for him at the exit.
She held her cell phone in her pocket, carried a small bag, and looked up at the lights of thousands of homes and the night view of the city from time to time.
Because of the cold, she kept stomping her feet, and the heels of her boots collided with the ground and made a clattering sound, her thoughts wandered out, and she didn't even know that her bag had slipped behind without realizing it, let alone that someone was hiding near the bushes behind and staring at this unsuspecting girl's bag
Suddenly, she was hit hard from behind
Song Yiran immediately reached out his hands and covered his bag with his arms and turned it to his side. He frowned and glanced around suspiciously. He muttered a few words in his mouth, and then put his hands in his pocket, but he always felt something was wrong. His palm was empty and he couldn't grasp anything.
Cellphone! She exclaimed in surprise and touched her pocket carefully. Because of her panic, her cheeks were swollen and red, and she suddenly screamed: Where is the cell phone...Ah is over...
In a panic, she saw a man with his shoulders shrunk and a velvet hat and mask running away against the crowd, jogging along the narrow bush path towards the east road. Song Yiran was immediately suspicious, staring at the sneaky man, but involuntarily followed, and the boot heels rang. The man walked faster and faster, and she also walked faster and faster.
Chen Muyang witnessed the whole process as soon as he was about to arrive. Before Song Yiran could see him, she was stolen by the man with a hunched mask on his back.
Without thinking, he followed him, and with his height and physical strength advantages, he took advantage of his unpreparedness and blocked the man, grabbed his arm tightly, and scolded him coldly, attracting attention from others.
The girl's cell phone just now came back
The thief was stunned, half of his face was covered in dark light
When Chen Muyang thought he was going to take out his cell phone, the thief suddenly kicked his knee hard and broke away, dragging his worn-out liberation shoes to try to escape. Chen Muyang quickly looked and strangled his neck directly, leading the thief back, and the two quickly fought together.
In the chaos, Chen Muyang found her cell phone from his pocket and took it out suddenly
The thief grabbed the phone with his withered hands tightly. During the stalemate, the phone screen was accidentally lit up, and a few messages he posted not long ago were displayed on the white screen.
Mu Yang: Ranran, I'll be here soon
Mu Yang: Ranran, are you at Exit 5 of the Metro?
But the thief suddenly stopped moving, lying on the cold dirty stone pavement like a dead fish
Chen Muyang took advantage of the thief's insanity and snatched her cell phone back and angrily pulled off the thief's velvet cap.
The messy hair grew ruggedly on the top of the bald head, and a yellow old face was full of gullies. The turbid eyes under the slump of the slump were now looking at Chen Muyang dumbly.
Even though the person in front of him was wearing a mask, after many years, Chen Muyang clearly recognized his biological father.
The time before the age of seven is now like a different life. The memories that were originally locked in a corner of my mind are now automatically breaking through the chain and surging.
After suddenly losing his mind, Chen Muyang's head was running rapidly, and finally he hurriedly jumped together, clutching his phone tightly as if he was running away and running towards her.
Song Yiran ran over from a distance in a panic. She was afraid that the thief would bring a knife and shouted anxiously: Mu Yang, what if the thief brings a knife...
It's okay, let's go, he hugged Song Yiran's shoulder and walked forward quickly
Oh... Song Yiran was pulled away by Chen Muyang directly. The force on her shoulder made her feel painful. She tried hard to move her legs and keep up with his pace.
Chen Muyang A hoarse voice came from behind
Song Yiran was stunned and turned around in confusion, but Chen Muyang was unmoved and even pulled her away in panic.
Chen Muyang The man yelled regardless, as if he had tried his best, pulled Jiefang Shoes and ran to them to block the way, showing his yellow teeth and smiling coldly
Song Yiran was quickly pulled behind him and swept the middle-aged man's face, a blurred sense of familiarity surged into his heart.
But the people around her cast a curious look, which made her have no time to think about it. She just grabbed Chen Muyang's sleeve tightly and muttered in a low voice: Is this person sick?
No matter how wide the road is, it is a little crowded. The high-rise buildings on both sides of the road are brightly lit. People who are getting off work and school are walking fast in the street with tired faces, and Chen Muyang stood quietly. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was played with by fate like a toy.
Chen Qingnan blew his nose, smeared his nose with his yellow cuffs a few times, pointed at Chen Muyang's face, and spat: Even you dare not recognize me.
Song Yiran suddenly understood
The blurred and familiar feeling in that moment just now arises from the collision between his face and the memories deep in his mind after seeing him, or inevitably, he found some similarities to Chen Muyang on his face, which was the outline of his parents and children dissolved in bones and blood.
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