secret galaxy

The next day, Liang Qian returned to the law firm to work.

While parking, he ran into a few colleagues, and after exchanging pleasantries, they took the elevator upstairs together.

As soon as he entered the gate of Xingbang Law Firm, he saw Duan Xinghe busy. He was cleaning the sofa and coffee table in the reception area. The sleeves of the light blue shirt were rolled up to the elbows. Hip line.

Nie Han was the first to say hello: "Xinghe, good morning."

Duan Xinghe turned around, distributed his eyes evenly to the four people, and greeted politely: "Morning, Lawyer Nie."

"Morning, Lawyer Jiang."

"Morning, Lawyer Ding."

Then he paused and called out in a low voice, "Lawyer Liang."

Why am I late?Liang Qian was unhappy, Tekut nodded coldly, followed Ding Puning and the others to the office in the East District, turned around halfway, and met Duan Xinghe's gaze.

It happened so suddenly that both of them had no time to cover up and make amends, they could only stare straight at each other.Duan Xinghe's fingers hanging by his side were clenched into fists, and he could see that he was a little nervous. Liang Qian was also not relaxed. He just wanted to quickly end this embarrassing scene, and asked in a business-like manner, "Is there any express mail for me?"

Duan Xinghe didn't seem to hear clearly, and stayed in place until Liang Qian approached, and then he said "Oh" like a dream, and said, "Yes."

He handed over an EMS, and Liang Qian picked it up. Seeing that the sender was from the Supreme Court, he hurriedly opened it.

"Is it good news?" Duan Xinghe asked cautiously.

"En." Liang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed the retrial decision back into the envelope.

Duan Xinghe said: "Congratulations."

For some reason, Liang Qian suddenly wanted to stab him: "Why are you happy, it's not marriage."

Duan Xinghe didn't get used to his indifference, but he didn't refute, turned sideways and continued to wipe the table.Liang Qian loosened his tie, neither left nor stayed, feeling uncomfortable everywhere.

He didn't mean to make things difficult for Duan Xinghe, just last night, he was still thinking about a new strategy for chasing people, who knows that after meeting today, he forgot all the words he had thought up before.

Probably because liking is an irresistible impulse, in front of Duan Xinghe, he can't make any disguise, he can only be Liang Qian, the good and bad Liang Qian with a temper.Besides, if you want to blame, you can only blame Duan Xinghe. The wontons he cooked, the lucky cat he gave, and the occasional look in his eyes gave Liang Qian the confidence to act willfully.

"Then what..."

"you still……"

The two spoke at the same time, then hurriedly stopped talking. After their eyes met, Liang Qian pouted his chin: "You talk first."

Duan Xinghe spread out the rag, flattened it, folded it in half again, and made it into a small square. With his hands busy, he spoke in a natural and casual tone: "Are you still angry?"

What am I mad about?Liang Qian was stunned, his heroic sword eyebrows raised slightly, and he denied, "No."

It was only after I finished speaking that I realized that the conversation between them was very absurd.Duan Xinghe, as the one being pursued, doesn't care if he doesn't put on an air of superiority, but also takes the initiative to care about the emotions of the loser, he is really stupid and kind.

"What are you talking about?" Since this is the case, Liang Qian took advantage of the situation and blocked Duan Xinghe's way with a stretched arm, "If I'm still angry, will you fall in love with me?"

Duan Xinghe's reaction was calmer than the previous few days. He no longer panicked, but there was still hesitation and apprehension in his eyes. Liang Qian might be possessed by a demon, and he even felt a little excitement.

After a moment of silence, Duan Xinghe asked in a wrong voice: "Can you lend me your "River Valley of Desire" record?"

All morning, Liang Qian felt that this matter was weird.

When he found out that Duan Xinghe liked Refrigerant, he had shown off that he owned the "Valley of Desire" record, and generously offered to lend it to him, but Duan Xinghe politely declined.After a few months, he suddenly brought up the old story again, and followed an ambiguous question, which made people think about it.In Liang Qian's eyes, this was some kind of clumsy way of showing favor.

Duan Xinghe threw an olive branch, of course he couldn't help but follow suit, took advantage of his lunch break to leave the law firm, and drove home to pick up the record.

After going back and forth, I ran into a traffic jam again, and returned to Xingbang after three o'clock in the afternoon. Unfortunately, my father caught me and called me to the office for a 5-minute training.

After dealing with Liang Yanjie, Liang Qian walked to the front desk, like a sneaky villain in a movie, looked around to make sure there were no other colleagues around, and then took out the precious record from his briefcase.

It has been nine years since the second year of high school, and "River Valley of Desire" has been preserved as well as before. At that time, the band was poor, and the record was packed in a cheap transparent plastic box. Simple.Every time Liang Qian listens to it, he will wipe off the dust with care to keep the record clean.Now the price of this record has doubled in the market, but he never thought of selling it.

He put the things on Duan Xinghe's desk, ostensibly as a warning, but actually showing off: "Be careful, someone gave it to me."

Duan Xinghe really became restrained, tentatively touched the transparent plastic case of the record, and asked softly, "Who gave it to you?"

Leaning against the bar, Liang Qian flipped the button of his suit with his fingertips, and said subtly, "My admirer."

Duan Xinghe looked up at him with a dazed expression, his pink lips parted slightly, and then squeezed together awkwardly.

Jealous, sad?Liang Qian's heart was full of gloomy happiness. Seeing Duan Xinghe's delicate movements when touching the record, he thought that he didn't know how to open it, so he kindly demonstrated: "That's it."

"Oh." Duan Xinghe agreed lightly, and let Liang Qian open the record box.

Then he did a weird thing, took out the record, took off the poster, closed the empty cheap record case, and returned it to Liang Qian.

"What are you doing?" Liang Qian was puzzled, and instinctively reached out to pick it up.

A burst of crisp footsteps suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of this place. The administrative supervisor Zhong Lu hurried to the front desk with her bag on her back, greeted Liang Qian, and urged, "Xiao Duan, let's go."

Liang Qian asked: "Sister Zhong, what are you doing?"

"Purchasing office supplies, I'll take Xiao Duan with me, so it's easier to move things." She turned back and called another administrative clerk, "Xiao Liu, come here and push it!"

Duan Xinghe obeyed the order, quickly collected a few things and was about to leave, Liang Qian was in a hurry, grabbed his shirt sleeve abruptly, shook the plastic CD case, and asked him questions with his eyes.

Duan Xinghe hesitated for a while, stretched out his index finger and tapped on the box, and then left with Zhong Lu.

Liang Qian was confused and didn't understand Duan Xinghe's password, so he had to put the records and posters back, and returned to the office unhappy.

He has no important work today, so he just sits in front of the computer and reads a book, researches the cutting-edge issues in the field of real estate law, and makes an outline for his article by the way.On the way, Jia Bin came in to ask about a case, and when he lost his train of thought, Liang Qian deserted in an open and honest manner—in front of the fierce and fierce Lucky Cat.

He fought with the lucky cat with his fingers, played absent-mindedly for a while, and glanced at "The Valley of Desire" not far away.Next to the cactus, the record is lying quietly, square and square, a beam of sunlight slantingly shines on it, showing countless lightly flying fine dust.

Liang Qian stared intently for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand and moved the record to his chest.

He recalled Duan Xinghe's actions when he was parting, looked at the transparent box again, and carefully opened it, touching it twice from the inside to the outside.

It took a lot of work, but nothing special was found.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, and the sunlight that fell on the cactus shifted to Liang Qian's shoulders.He sighed in disappointment, and was about to put down the record case when he suddenly paused and frowned.After thinking for a while, Liang Qian hesitantly raised the record case to his eyes, and narrowed his eyes slightly against the direction of the afterglow of the setting sun.

He finally saw that in the lower right corner of the back cover of the box, in an insignificant area, three letters were indistinctly engraved——DXH.

Duan Xinghe.