City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

On December 23, 2020, the weather was cloudy and turned to light rain.

Counting from early morning, there are less than forty-eight hours left before Christmas Eve.

Studio, incandescent lights on.

The curtains by the window were tightly drawn.

Ye Yuan stood in front of an entire wall and closed a marker pen in his hand. He looked intently at the huge map of Yangcheng that occupied his field of vision.

This is a non-civilian map with extremely high precision. A road network is intertwined and overlapped with each other, with shape, slope, curvature, paving and direction.…

……

At Ye Yuan's feet is a messy paper recording calculation formulas. On the map of Yangcheng in front of the wall, Ye Yuan has drawn different marks on different paths.

Some intersections are clearly marked with the environmental index within three days, including air humidity, wind direction, rainfall...

The most special ones are several conspicuous"320" positions, which were written down by Ye Yuan with a red marker. , the strokes are very forceful, as if the pen is held by a bracelet and scraped out hard.

As a result, the location on the map showed a clear rough texture and ferocious scratches that looked like tearing.

The red symbol looked like dripping blood...

Ye Yuan's sight followed the outlined road network, bang... bang... bang... In his ears, there was a heavy heartbeat, blood flowing from all the limbs, It's flowing.

The emotions that Anai had suppressed for five years were about to become uncontrollable.

Five years, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days.

At this moment, Ye Yuan closed his eyes, and frames flashed by one after another.

Car accident, operating room

, clean and tidy hospital bed... and my girlfriend Ye Mengwei, who was sleeping soundly like a sleeping beauty...

Countless times in despair, I kissed Mengwei's pale, cold lips with hope again and again, imagining that under this kiss, my girlfriend would It will be like in a fairy tale, fluttering your eyelashes and then opening your eyes.

The fairy tale is broken...

Ye Yuan is struggling!

Then, there is the prison life day after day, year after year... In the first year in prison, I remember Mengwei, pain, and despair!

Immediately after... accepting everything, hatred occupied most of Ye Yuan's mind, supporting him to climb out of purgatory.…

……

In fact.

If there is no path ケ ability appears.

Ye Yuan, who walked out of the prison, had another plan, that is, to take Wang Luo away at all costs... and then... take his girlfriend Ye Mengwei, who has become a vegetative state and will never wake up, to die together!

That's the best ending!

In front of the map.

Ye Yuan took back his thoughts.

At this moment, he is completely different from the diligent office worker five years ago. Da walked aside and pulled out a few photos cut out from different miscellaneous papers at the bottom of the stack of formula papers.

Place the photo next to the red mark on the map. And these photos are of Wang Changjiang'er, Ding Ruilong. and Lin Junxiong'er.

……

There was a knock on the door.

After responding, Li Ruobing opened the door and walked in.

She carefully settled down, bypassing different formulas, walked to Ye Yuan's side, and looked at the lines of handwriting drawn on the map of Yangcheng.

"Xian Min, prepare breakfast."

Li Ruobing, his eyes flashed slightly, and he whispered

"good."

Ye Yuan responded in one breath. He showed a gentle smile, and while making a move to walk out, he said:"Then let's go."

He casually slapped the marker in front of the table at hand.

……

First floor, main room.

Square and square rural mahogany Eight Immortals table.

Under the warm, somewhat yellowish light, Yang Xianmin's sleeves were half rolled up, his fair cheeks were rosy, and he approached cautiously while holding several cages of soup dumplings.

Behind her, Lin Mang, whose expression became increasingly indifferent, was also holding a piece of steaming white porridge, his steps were steady, and his brows showed some fondness.

Ye Yuan and Li Ruobing sat down.

In front of the dinner table, the atmosphere is no different from ordinary people.

"If you have the opportunity in the future, you must go to Shanghai to eat the local Xiao Long Bao to see if it is as delicious as the ones made by Xian Min."

Ye Yuan took a small bite, sucked the soup, and swallowed the skin and stuffing.

He raised his head and said with a smile.

"No"

"Even Master Yang, the most famous local master in Shanghai, is not as good at craftsmanship as Xian Min!"

Li Ruobing replied with a smile on her face.

At this time, Li Ruobing doesn't have the same aloof and indifferent temperament that Ye Yuan had when he first met her...

She has been the eldest head of the Li family in Yanjing City since she was born. Female.

Where has she ever experienced such a scene?....

She really likes this time now. only…

……

It didn't take long for breakfast to be finished.

He took the paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully.

"Come out with me later."

Ye Yuan's warm side gradually faded away. He looked at Lin Mang who was sitting on his left and said in a deep voice.

"yes!"

Lin Mang stood up and responded.

For just a moment.

In front of the dining table, the warm atmosphere during breakfast disappeared in an instant...

Yang Xianmin's rosy cheeks gradually disappeared.

Li Ruobing still had a faint remaining smile on his face.

Soon, Yang Xianmin returned to himself Li Ruobing sat by the window and watched Ye Yuan and Lin Mang leaving the courtyard.

……

In the white van, Ye Yuan was sitting in the passenger seat.

He looked at Lin Mang, whose face was expressionless, and his expression and movements were as capable as a mercenary soldier.

In front of my eyes, there was a vague image of a young boy who looked immature and was kicked and beaten by a group of gangsters not long ago.

"No regrets later?"

Ye Yuan asked suddenly.

What this sentence asked was that Lin Mang did not regret entering this cruel, indifferent, and predatory world.

Lin Mang was stunned, and soon responded in a deep voice:

"No regrets!"

……

Ye Yuan said no more, only looking out the window at the city shrouded in clouds.

Fingertips lightly clicked on the car frame.

Different from the previous incidents, after this incident, Ye Yuan was ready to take over the best interests they left behind; instead of letting the eyes hidden in the darkness swallow them up.

In the last few days, Ye Yuan has made the most arrangements, just for this purpose

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PS: What I want to write about is the feeling, that is, even in the wind and rain, the scenes and memories of that scene are still liked by some people.

But at the same time, this state must be unstable and even short-lived.

I don’t know if I’ve ever written something that feels like this. _Feilu reminds you: three things about reading - hiding, recommending and sharing! , support Faloo Novel Network (b.faloo.com original works, all