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"It doesn't matter if she lied to you."

"Not all lies are okay. I don't think it's okay to tell a lie because of love. If it's for betrayal or something, it's unforgivable." Ou Hang thought for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Do you have a girl?" friend?"

The marketing director knocked on the door and came in. "I have dinner with a customer of the HQC project tonight, Mr. Zhong, which restaurant do you want to book?"

Before Zhong Xian could give a response, Dake said: "Do you still need Mr. Zhong to go? Does every customer need Zhong Xian to come forward? Isn't it too easy for your marketing department?"

"Mr. Hong has explained that we will let Mr. Zhong go through all our customers after he takes office," the marketing director said with a smile on his face. "Let's learn how to deal with customers from Mr. Zhong. So tonight I'm going to take all the young children in the department together, put some pressure on them, and let them see why there is a gap in age when they are also fledgling like Mr. Zhong. It will be so big!"

"Your clocks are always uncomfortable." Ou Hang said at this time.

"Is your health bad at such a young age?" The marketing director said with exaggerated concern, "Take care of yourself and don't waste too much. Then I cancel the cooperation with HQC?"

Naturally, project cooperation cannot be cancelled.

Fortunately, Dake and Ouhang escorted him all the way, and Zhong Xian didn't drink much because he was really unwell.There is a spasm-like pain in the chest and back.

He failed to have dinner with Deng Yi as promised.

Perhaps subconsciously, he still wanted to escape.

Originally, he wanted to try to meet Deng Yiyue at a later time.But that guy's cell phone has been off since he left his office and has been turned off.

Halfway through the meal with the client, Zhong Xian excused himself and left, leaving the rest of the matter (bringing the client for post-dinner 'entertainment') to Dake.

Zhong Xian rushed to the western restaurant that Deng Yi mentioned.

The restaurant was empty, it was impossible for Deng Yi to still be there.Four hours had passed since the appointed time.

Zhong Xian turned and walked towards the parking lot.

He stayed at a pillar for a while, clutching his chest and hanging his head.

When he raised his head again, he saw Deng Yi standing in front of him.

The light in the parking lot was as dark as a stage with the lights turned off on purpose, only a beam of light shone in from a certain gap and hit the pillar beside Zhong Xian.Deng Yi stood outside the light, as if falling from the sky.

Zhong Xian was sure that the person in front of him was him based on his feeling.

"Are you a ghost?" Zhong Xian said slowly, "Or my...fantasy."

Deng Yi took a step forward and stretched out a hand to support Zhong Xian's shoulder. "You must go to the hospital for a review."

"I, it's just a stomachache. It may also be a heart..." Zhong Xian once again covered his chest, trying to calm his restless mood.In the dark, he couldn't see Deng Yi's face clearly, so he moved a little closer.

Deng Yi held his shoulders.

"Are you real?" Zhong Xian said. "The agreed time has passed. You shouldn't be here anymore. You shouldn't have appeared when I wanted you to appear. It's all an illusion."

"Illusion?"

"If it's not an illusion, you can prove it."

"how to prove?"

"I don't know. If not. There must be something different."

Deng Yi was silent for two seconds, then suddenly hugged Zhong Xian forcefully.

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Gorgeous crystal chandelier casts a faint light,

Soft piano music fills the entire restaurant,

It is like an invisible smoke spreading, slowly occupying people's hearts.The flowers placed on the dining table gave off bursts of fragrance, neither strong nor bewitching, but faintly changed Zhong Xian's complicated mood, and gradually the heart lake became calm like a bright mirror, without the slightest ripple.Courteous waiters, quiet guests, whispering and laughing from time to time, the whole restaurant looks elegant and quiet.

A typical Italian-style restaurant, as well as outdoor seating for romantic guests.

Although Zhong Xian had eaten and drank with the client just now, he had no appetite, but now he felt very hungry.He and Deng Yi entered this western restaurant in the middle of the night and chose to sit near the exit of the open-air seats at the risk of being rushed to the last table.

Zhong Xian ordered a pasta and soup.He wasn't sure how much he could eat.Deng Yi ordered a steak.

Zhong Xian looked at Deng Yi with envious eyes, thinking that the greatest benefit of being true to oneself is that one can feel real happiness anytime, anywhere.

Deng Yi looked happy.Although he didn't express it in words.The dim lights in the restaurant could not hide his bright eyes.

Zhong Xian is intoxicated by the happiness of the other party.He wants to get close to and blend into the other party's world, feeling simple and pure.

What's more, he already knew that the other party's happiness may come from himself.

Not long after, when they began to choose topics, Zhong Xian's mood became complicated again.

He avoided talking about everything that might remind the other party of himself, such as cases, work, and even details in life.

He soon discovered that he could not escape.

Any topic may turn to him, and it may remind him and the other party that it is time for him to confess and face the truth.

"Actually, I prepared a gift for you a long time ago." Deng Yi said.

Zhong Xian looked surprised. "Gift?" He had a strange feeling in his heart.It seemed that he was the one being deliberately chased by others.

"When I saw it at the QH musical instrument store, I thought of you. I thought it would suit you best." Deng Yi opened her phone and handed it to Zhong Xian.

On the phone screen was a picture of a guitar.Zhong Xian once saw this photo in Deng Yi's circle of friends, and he thought it was Deng Yi's own guitar.Wan didn't expect that Deng Yi bought it for him, so he had such intentions early on.Zhong Xian stared at the guitar on the phone in a daze.

"I haven't played it for a long time." Zhong Xian returned the phone to Deng Yi.

"You should play." Deng Yi said firmly. "Keep playing. You really have a talent for music."

"Since it can only be a hobby...it's playing with things and losing one's mind."

"Why do you think so? It's just a hobby. Not everything can be measured by how much money you make?"

Zhong Xian smiled.He didn't want this topic to spoil the rare atmosphere now. "Let's not talk about it."

The two ate in silence for a while.Deng Yi opened his mouth, still entangled in this matter. "You were so devoted and wrote so many songs. Why did you give up, and give up so completely?"

"Suddenly one day I felt that I should give up." Zhong Xian changed the subject. "As for you, it must be very sad to give up being a policeman."

Deng Yi raised his eyebrows. "You won't believe it. I don't think much of being a cop. I'd be more comfortable being a freelance detective. Go to a meeting every morning and people do things to get things done. It's no fun being a cop."

"so?"

"So, when I got hurt, my mother just gave me a suggestion, and I followed her, but I didn't really miss it, and I wasn't sure I really wanted to do it. Maybe it was because I wasn't forced by life. .I'm not just a police officer just to get a job. It's not surprising that I gave up so easily in the end."

"What was your injury?"

"He was slashed."

"The scar on the arm?"

"Ah."

"How is recovery going now?"

"No problem. Except for a scar."

"What mission did you get injured?"

Deng Yi remained silent for a while.Zhong Xian didn't want to bring up questions that the other party didn't want to answer. In fact, he was always worried that the other party would ask about things he wanted to hide first, so he took the initiative to leave room for the other party. "If you don't want to say it, forget it. There is no need to recall unhappy things."

"I don't know what to say." Deng Yi said. "I'll tell you later."

"random."

Zhong Xian suddenly wanted to drink some wine.Just think about the time now.He had eaten Western food alone with clients a few times before, and once or twice with Dake, and each time they had to drink some red wine.At this time, he and Deng Yi met for dinner for the first time, but they forgot to order wine.Deng Yi obviously didn't expect it either.Maybe it was because it was getting late, or maybe it was because they were all a little shaken and had reached the effect of drinking.

When Deng Yi spoke again, Zhong Xian's fork fell onto the plate with a bang. "What are you going to say?" Zhong Xian picked up the fork again.

"I'm saying, you have a song, I'm impressed."

"Which one?"

"Satan Fallen Angel... I guessed the title of this song. This is what you feel when you sing it."

"I don't know which song you are talking about?" Zhong Xian looked at Deng Yi suspiciously.He doesn't have a song with that name.

"There is a line that goes like this - [Even if I have the whole world, I will never be happy. I lose you forever, and I will never reach the top again. I lose you, and I can't fly to the sky again...] "

Zhongxian lowered the fork slowly.He couldn't take a bite.

"Is it a love song? Who is it for?" Deng Yi asked.

Zhong Xian shook his head subconsciously. "All my songs were written before I was 20..."

"Is it for your mother? I'm sorry... I shouldn't have mentioned it."

Zhong Xian felt out of breath. "I forgot. Is there... still this song?" His mind became confused, and he remembered that he had obviously deleted it.

"I'm sorry." Deng Yi apologized, he felt something was wrong.

Zhong Xian shook his head, picked up the cup at hand to drink water.The glass was empty.In the dim light of the restaurant, there are many shadows.For a moment, Zhong Xian felt that there were unknown ghosts hiding in those shadows.

Deng Yi poured mineral water into Zhong Xian's cup,