Where did you get this substitute from?

"never mind."

Shang'an also seems to be aware of the fact that the chips have been lost.

Su Shen: Oh, co-authoring you still think you are quite generous, you think you shouldn't.

"I would like to admit defeat." Shang'an pressed one hand on the table and said softly, "We will meet again."

Su Shen:?

Gong Xue was not accompanied on the way back.

It was another nearly an hour's drive, watching the road getting more and more desolate, and at the place where he was tied into the car, two figures could be seen from afar.

I just didn't see Jiang Rui.

Several people's mobile phones were scattered in front of them, and there was no bodyguard left who kidnapped them before. Su Shen got out of the car and asked Mu Bai, "Where's Jiang Rui?"

Mu Bai gritted his teeth angrily: "As soon as they withdrew, Jiang Rui left us behind and snatched the car and ran away."

Luckily, they didn't seem to suffer.

It's a pity that I didn't see Jiang Rui being beaten into a pig's head.

Shen Ao squatted on the ground, holding his deflated belly, and burst into tears: "Hungry."

Su Shen turned on the phone, but there was no signal in a ghostly place.

Well, he picked up Shen Ao, Mu Bai followed behind, and asked him: "Where did they take you?"

Su Shen: "Kids don't care about big people."

Mu Bai: ...

Brother, are you blushing?

After walking for almost two hours, they stopped the car.

After returning home, they found a good room for the two, and then tidied up the room. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Shen Ao had been active all day, and his thick legs were so sore that he couldn't move. Now he was lying on the bed without moving.

Mu Bai went downstairs to find something to eat.

Although this room has not been lived in for a long time, Sister Li cleans it almost every day, so there is almost no dust, but when cleaning up old things, Su Shen found a box of game discs, neatly stacked.

He squatted down|, flipped through two sheets at random, unexpectedly, a name was written on the side of the box: "Yi Yangfan."

He read aloud.

He originally thought that these should be Yi Xiuhan's property, because he thought that Yi Yangfan should be the kind of good student who was obedient and upright when he was studying, but he didn't expect to have so many game discs in the room. And notes.

Could it be a customs clearance strategy?

Su Shen opened it.

Yangfan handwriting: On a certain day in a certain year, it was sunny and lost three games in a row.

On a certain day in a certain year, it was cloudy and light rain, and lost three games in a row.

On a certain day in a certain year, Xiao Yu lost three games in a row.

On a certain day in a certain year, it was cloudy and lost three games in a row.

On a certain day in a certain year, it rained heavily and lost three games in a row.

On a certain day in a certain year, it was sunny and lost three games in a row.

On a certain day in a certain year, it was sunny and lost five games in a row.

……

……

Turning to this point, Su Shen couldn't help laughing out loud, this unlucky kid is really lucky.

Turn to the next page:

On a certain day of a certain year, it was sunny, but he didn't come.

At this point in the handwriting, the rest of the paper is blank, and he didn't record it anymore.

How old was Yi Yangfan at that time?Su Shen calculated based on the time when these games became popular, and Yi Yangfan was no more than seventeen or eighteen at the time.

He imagined that one day in an unknown year and an unknown month, Yi Yangfan didn't wait for his game buddy, and shouted in anger, rubbish games ruin my youth?Waste making is inferior to dogs?

The corners of the last piece of paper were yellowed. He seemed to have touched it many times. Did he really want to write something on it, but found it impossible to say anything.

What will he say?Scold a dog opponent?

He has lost so many times, and these game CDs can still be saved until now, which already shows his quality.Some words are not spoken in reality, let alone written in handwriting.

At the bottom of the box there is also a windfall.

Not a very special medal.

Su Shen looked familiar, and then remembered that he had a similar medal before, but lost it later, and the color was very similar to this one, both matte silver.

This kind of medal is a gift of the game disc, and those who have played this game will find it extremely precious if they know its meaning. In other words, it has no real monetary value.

He looked at the medal and felt awkward for whatever reason, and suddenly Fu Zhi's mind suddenly opened up. Isn't this box just the memories of Internet addicted teenagers.

I said, Master Yi, what are you doing? There is nothing to miss about your miserable game defeat.

Su Shen packed these things in their original positions, dragged the big box, and found another vacant room for storage.

He smoked two cigarettes on the balcony before returning to his room. As soon as he opened the door, he could feel the moonlight on his face. He closed the curtains, and suddenly remembered what Yi Yangfan said earlier: You can see the moonlight in your room.

The hand holding the curtain froze and froze in place. Su Shen vaguely felt that she had forgotten something, but couldn't say it.

At dawn, Su Shen opened his eyes, and looked at his phone, it was nine o'clock.

Brushing the messy hair on his forehead, he put on his slippers and went to wash up as usual. He was picking up his toothbrush and was about to brush his teeth. When he looked in the mirror, hey, who is the guy with the swollen mouth in the mirror?

Rong Huai's body is really delicate.

How the hell can you go out.

Simple and orderly, Su Shen went downstairs dejectedly, and before reaching the restaurant, he heard Mu Bai's distinctive voice, dragging softly and softly, not knowing who he was chatting with: "...I like it. Painting, but my dad won't let me."

Mu·Literary Youth·Bai, is sitting in the restaurant by the window, the sun shines through the luxuriant outer branches, and it is scattered on the dinner plate. With the words Mu Bai just said, there is a sour feeling everywhere. The fresh color of teeth.

Su Shen looked away, for the first time, Yi Yangfan was also at the dining table, having breakfast with Mu Bai and the others.

Yi Yangfan's eyes fell on him for a moment, then moved away lightly, and continued the conversation with Mu Bai: "So you ran away from home?"

Mu Bai smiled innocently, "... I was kicked out by my father."

After eating the sausage happily, Shen Ao patted the seat beside him: "Little uncle, come and sit down."

Yi Yangfan gave a pause to the hand holding the spoon, and glanced at Shen Ao.

Mu Bai hastily covered Shen Ao's mouth with a steamed bun, explaining: "My cousin is always yelling, Uncle Yi, don't mind."

Then he faced Su Shen, "Brother Rong, sit down quickly, I'll serve the porridge for you."

Yi Yangfan slowly put down the spoon he was holding.

Mu Bai felt that the air around him seemed to be a little colder, and Su Shen, who was two steps away, put his hand on his forehead, but couldn't see what expression he had.

Uncle Yi, who was sitting beside him, took a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth, and then leaned against the back of the chair.

His intuition told him that it's better not to talk at this time.

Su Shen sat down at the dining table, took a bun and gnawed on it, the pain in his mouth was endless when he moved his mouth, so he had to chew slowly.

This meal was eaten very slowly, Yi Yangfan had two financial reports in hand, and he was reading the reports while they were having breakfast.

Then he rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

His eyes fell on Su Shen involuntarily.

The two young masters went to the living room to play games after eating and drinking. Su Shen was about to get up when he heard Yi Yangfan ask him, "What's the matter with your mouth?"

Seeing his indifference just now, Su Shen thought he didn't mention it, but he didn't expect him to ask a question suddenly, so that he was so dazed that he didn't know how to answer.

He looked around guiltily, and said perfunctorily, "It's been too dry recently, and I'm a little angry."

Yi Yangfan was still looking at the financial report and said "Yes".

He thought there was no more to say, but Yi Yangfan said lightly: "Young people are easy to get angry."

At first he thought there was nothing wrong with what he said, but it took him a while to realize that he was too naive.

Come on bro, that Young Master Mu insists on calling you Uncle and calling me Brother, so can he blame me for this?I'm one year older than you, but this kid called me a generation younger than you, obviously I'm at a disadvantage, okay?

Yi Yangfan picked out another document from the pile of documents beside him, "Jiang Yu has been asking around about you lately."

He replied with some hesitation: "Huh? Oh."

Su Shen almost wondered if Yi Yangfan sent someone to follow him every day, otherwise how could he be so clear about his whereabouts, even who he met when he went out.He began to diverge his thoughts, could Master Yi have installed a locator on him long ago?

Thinking so blindly, Su Shen deeply felt that he was drifting away, and even faintly felt a little narcissism, but it didn't take long for him to laugh at himself in the bottom of his heart, what is there for Yi Yangfan to spend so much trouble on?

Yi Yangfan's voice was mellow, and he casually asked, "Did you have a good time yesterday?"

Thinking back to yesterday's ups and downs, Su Shen's calves are sour.

When he answered, his throat was dry, and he replied stammeringly: "...it's okay."

After a while, Mr. Yi said, "Your hair is a bit long."

Su Shen: "?"

The topic changed so quickly that Su Shen didn't react for a while.

What do you mean?

Mr. Yi, who is active at MAX, made an appointment with a hair stylist for a door-to-door haircut.

The two studied in front of the mirror for a long time, and when the results came out, Su Shen marveled in her heart, hey, this haircut is exactly the same as Lao Tzu's previous hairstyle.

100% restored without a reference, should he praise the barber for his superb craftsmanship, or should he admire Yi Yangfan's amazing memory?

Su Shen touched the ends of his hair. He used to have hard hair, but Rong Huai's hair was soft, so based on his experience, he can conclude that even if this hairstyle is done, it will not last long.

He looked at the reflection of Yi Yangfan in the mirror, and said with a smile: "My plasticity is not bad, cutting my hair is like changing a person."

Yi Yangfan was looking at him in a daze.

This is a very delicate scene.He was looking at Yi Yangfan, and Yi Yangfan was looking at someone through him.

He speculated that it was likely to be a certain year, month, and day that he had written thousands of times in that small notebook.

He also wondered, is it taboo to write a date in a serious way? He has to write it like this?Can you remember what year, month and day it was in the future?

"Well, I will cooperate with everything except hairstyles." Su Shen's eyes are very sincere, and he must treat the donor with the same attitude. He loves his job and works hard, and does his best to satisfy the donor.

Hearing his slightly teasing words, Yi Yangfan frowned slightly.

A phone call broke the awkward silence.