Who is not Bai Yueguang?

As for what Qin Liran had investigated, Bi He didn't know until a few days later.

Xue Qiao took Qiu Qiufei to other places to record the evening show, and Bi He lay dead at Xue Qiao's house alone for two days, and finally received a call from Sister Rui when he slept until midnight.

"Xiaohe, who did you offend?" Sister Rui was probably really worried, and asked directly as soon as the call was connected.

Bi He was still a little confused, turned over and lay down on the pillow, holding up the earphones and asking, "What's wrong?"

Sister Rui said in a low voice: "In the past few days, at least two groups of people have come to inquire about you, and today one came directly to me. What are you doing recently?"

Bi He thought she was talking about An Jin, buried his face in the pillow, and said vaguely when he almost fell asleep again: "I didn't do anything, sister, leave it alone, it's not an important person..."

"Really?" Sister Rui didn't quite believe it, "but the person said today is your high school classmate."

Bi He was so sleepy that he almost passed out: "I have a lot of high school classmates..."

"Let me tell you who it is." Sister Rui knew that he didn't listen as soon as she heard his voice.

Bi He closed his eyes and said, "Is he tall and handsome, but he doesn't seem to be very smart?"

"...No way." Sister Rui said after being silent for a while, "It looks quite gentle, but I don't think the attitude is very good."

Bi He couldn't connect An Jin with the word "gentlemanly", and was a little confused for a while. When his mind was a little clearer, he began to think slowly: "What have you asked about me?"

Sister Rui didn't answer: "Where are you? Let's meet."

Bi He and Sister Rui squatted by the river, like two trembling mushrooms.

Sister Rui lit a cigarette, her long hair was blown into a mess by the wind, and the strands of hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks were brushed away casually, looking like an old movie heroine from the last century.

In comparison, Bi He seemed a bit of a passer-by. He came out in a hurry. The T-shirt on his body was the thank-you gift given by the little girl after pretending to be Xiaoying's brother to attend the classmate reunion last summer. The wholesale price of ten yuan on the night market stall Kind of, a big "WO!" on the chest

Very cool.

Sister Rui smoked a women's cigarette, turned her head and looked Bi He up and down several times.

Bi He looked at Jiang Mian with melancholy eyes and let her watch.

Sister Rui looked at it for a long time before she said leisurely: "What are you doing? You don't stay at home every day."

"I really didn't do anything." Bi He yawned, "Sister, what do you think the person who came to see you today looks like?"

"Alive, man." Sister Rui raised her hand and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can not far away, then wiped her hair again, "Wearing a suit and glasses, she looks pretty."

Bi He was a little careless at first, but when he heard this, he was stunned, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Do you know where it's from?" he asked.

Sister Rui frowned: "To be honest, it's not like the ones on the road. Think about it, Chengbei Lang's side, Long Boss's side, who can grow up like that? Hey, you didn't see it, and I don't know how to talk to you describe……"

"No need to describe." Bi He sighed.

Sister Rui looked at him with question marks in her eyes.

Bi He raised his head and was melancholy in the wind for a while, before sighing quietly for a long time: "Why do I have such a bad premonition..."

Sister Rui keenly heard a little meaning: "Do you know who is checking you?"

"I knew it at first." Bi He said as he lowered his head to pick up the stones at his feet to play, "I don't know now."

Sister Rui was at a loss, seeing that Bi He's bangs were a bit long, covered by the wind and didn't care about them, she reached out and wanted to brush his hair for him.

But Bi He saw her hand, his expression changed, and he gently held her wrist.

"Sister." He called out in a low voice, and slowly turned to look at her, "What's going on?"

The skirt Sister Rui wore today had big tulle sleeves, Bi He didn't pay attention to it at first, but when the sleeves slipped down, she clearly saw a large bruise on her wrist.

Sister Rui's expression also changed, she was silent for a while and said quietly: "Oh... Ah Kuan beat me."

Bi He looked at her sharply.

Sister Rui also looked at him with her beautiful eyes, and seeing Bi He's beautiful face getting colder and colder, she was about to stand up and ask someone to explain, she smiled, grabbed him and did it again. : "It's a lie to you, it's no wonder he dares to hit me."

Bi He paused and looked at her suspiciously.

Sister Rui smiled at him, but the expression on her bright face was very gentle.

Bi He said softly: "Do you want to continue like this?"

Sister Rui hugged her leg, rested half of her cheek on her knee, and turned her head to look at Bi He: "Otherwise? What can I do?"

Bi He fell silent, raised his head and looked ahead quietly.When he was not speaking, no matter what was going on in his mind, he seemed to be in a daze.

After a long while, he said, "Actually, I've been working on something recently, but I think it might be about to fail."

Sister Rui blinked: "Do you want me to find a way for you?"

"Of course not." Bi He stretched his waist, "It's not playing games and drinking."

"In your heart, I only know these two things, right?" Sister Rui patted his head with a "slap".

Bi He hid with a smile, smiled for a while and then asked worriedly: "Is it true that Brother Kuan did not hit you?"

"Really not." Sister Rui rolled her eyes.

"Okay, then I'm relieved." Bi He patted his pants and stood up, "I'll go back if it's okay."

"Where are you going?" Sister Rui raised her head and asked, "Don't see anyone for another ten days and a half."

"No." Bi He waved his hand with a smile, and said casually, "Maybe I'll be back soon, you want to treat me to dinner."

Sister Rui jumped up and wanted to kick him: "Get lost!"

Bi He really got out, leaving her with a foolish back.

Sister Rui sat alone for a while, unconsciously touching the bruise on her right wrist with her left hand.

It is true that Qin Kuan did not cause this wound. In fact, Qin Kuan never played against her, and often asked her to tie his hands and feet with ropes because he was afraid of hurting her.The bruise on my wrist was from hitting the door frame. It hurt at the time, but now I don't feel anything.

She was alone in a daze, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind her, and then a strange voice sounded above her head:

"Song Rui?"

She turned her head subconsciously.

A mediocre face of a strange man: "Please come with me, someone wants to see you."

Bi He spent half of his cash to buy a box of health food for Wang Po, but when he returned to Tongzilou, he saw no one.

The girl next door opened the door, combed her hair and asked, "Brother Xiaohe, are you back? Wang Po is not here, I went to watch the fun."

"What?" Bi He was puzzled, "How old are you and you still like to watch fun?"

The girl smiled, and Bi He asked her again: "Are you still working the night shift?"

"That's right." The girl smiled more helplessly, "No one wants to work the night shift except me."

"Change jobs if you find something suitable. It will hurt your body if you keep doing this." Bi He tiptoed and stuffed things into the window on the iron gate of Mrs. Wang's house. "Staying up late will make you ugly."

The girl smiled and said, "That can't be helped."

With a sound of "dong", the thing was successfully stuffed in, and Bi He clapped his hands and turned to the girl and said, "Okay, I'm leaving."

"Are you waiting for Grandma Wang to come back?" the girl asked.

"Wait for her to come back and scold me?" Bi He waved his hand, "My head is broken."

The girl laughed again: "You always do this."

Bi He asked curiously, "How?"

"It's just that the words are always bad, and they are foolish." The girl said, "But it's actually very good."

Bi He blinked, and saw the girl pause again, as if mustering up her courage before continuing to speak: "I always feel that you are different from other people here, very different."

Bi He yawned: "Yes, I am very handsome."

"You are handsome, you are handsome." The girl smiled perfunctorily at him.

"I'm really gone." Bi He waved his hand, "See you another day."

The girl gave a "hmm" and watched Bi He's back disappear into the corridor.

She stood for a while, then turned to look at the room at the end of this floor, the door was closed tightly, because the hemp pole was moved away, and Bi He didn't come back for a long time, and the clothes and quilts hanging at the door were all put away When I got up, the small table for eating was also taken away, and the crowded and messy doorway became inexplicably empty.

Compared with other houses, it looks like no one lives there.

For some reason, she felt a little lost, and always felt that no one would live in this house.

Bi He ate a bowl of plain noodles near the bus station before wandering back to Xue Qiao's house.

If the plan over there remains unchanged, Xue Qiao should be back after recording tonight's party.

Bi He opened the window to let the room breathe, Xue Qiao's house is too clean, even if Xue Qiao is not at home, Bi He does not dare to make too much trouble, so the house is still very clean, but for some reason Bi He always feels a little bored.

His right eyelid was twitching.

After opening all the windows in the house, he wiped down the tea table and dining table, turned on the TV and listened to the variety show for a while, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He looked up in the mirror and saw that his hair had almost faded back to yellow.

So he dug out a large can of pomade left, ready to continue the black hair and camouflage plan.

He was halfway wiping it, when he suddenly heard a slight noise.

Bi He paused with his fingers, and didn't realize what to do for a moment.

— the sound of a key turning.

Bi He was startled, the person in the mirror had a big lump of pomade on his hair, and his bangs were stunned in a funny way, a bit like Sanmao.

And half of them are neither black nor yellow.

The black-haired Bihe and Huang Maohe in their hearts ran in panic, and Huang Maohe bumped into the black-haired body.

Click.

It was the sound of the door lock being opened.

Bi He decisively locked the bathroom door.