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When the lights on the balcony were turned on again, Song Xinheng was sure that Fang Wei was the only one at home.Without the two fathers standing in the way, Song Xinheng really wanted to go up and knock on the door of Fang Wei's house, but he really went upstairs with all his strength, but was surprised that he was not even ready to say anything.Before he could press the doorbell, when he remembered Fang Wei's disgusted expression, he had to take it back angrily, thinking it was unreasonable.

The divorce was also promised by myself, and no one forced him to sign with a knife, let alone sent him to the airport pretending to be chic, and said some serious farewell words. If Fang Wei found out that he would There should be nothing more embarrassing than this.

After going downstairs for the last time, the lights in Fang Wei's house were still on. Song Xinheng looked up for a while, then went to the nearest street to find a hotel with Internet access.It was an old lady who went through the formalities. Song Xinheng looked familiar and couldn’t name her. When the young waiter delivered the ordered food to the room, Song Xinheng had taken a shower and was lying in front of the computer intently, using Baidu and Google to search to the opposite area.

When he saw Fang Wei, he felt much more at ease than before, and he also had an appetite when he smelled the food.After dinner, Song Xinheng used the hotel's data cable to charge his mobile phone, and sat in front of the computer to copy and write, tossing and tossing for a long time. When he looked at his watch again, it was past twelve o'clock.

Rather than bothering Fang Wei with enthusiasm, Song Xinheng deeply felt that the brain is a good thing in the process of searching for information by himself, and there are many things on the web page. I found out all the house plans, and after mastering the specific layout of Fang Wei's house, I went to investigate the rental information on the Internet of several nearby buildings.

The location corresponding to the balcony is the living room. Since the whole building is a duplex apartment, the window on the floor above the living room is facing Fang Wei's bedroom upstairs.Knowing that the house with the upper window was renting, Song Xinheng immediately sent a consultation text message.After waiting anxiously, Song Xinheng, who got up early and rushed to the airport, received a reply, and the corners of his lips were hanging delicately when he arrived at the door of the company.

Occasionally, his IQ went up, and he felt that he was great. Even though he didn't have a good rest last night, he was very energetic. He didn't look like he had just recovered from an illness in the imagination of the team members.Chancheng boasted that he had made the right decision, but he didn't know that Song Xinheng didn't even talk to him, and only saw a vague figure, rekindling his hope for life.

After finishing work at 06:30, Cancheng wanted to send him back, but Song Xinheng carried a small bag and took a taxi to the airport.

Two hours after arriving, Song Xinheng went up to the building opposite, and the landlord was moving a bench and sitting there waiting for someone.After opening the door, Song Xinheng didn't go upstairs and downstairs to check carefully, but just walked to the balcony with long legs, and confirmed that this position can even distinguish the pattern on the opposite flowerpot. Song Xinheng was satisfied, took out his ID card, and said nothing. Without saying anything, I signed a half-year rental contract.

Song Xinheng doesn't care about the money for renting a house, but he doesn't know how long this situation can last, and he shows a budget-conscious side when it comes to air tickets.After making a lot of psychological preparations, Song Xinheng made a rare vertical list and came to the conclusion that he will fly economy class in the future.Cancheng didn't understand what he meant at first, and it was only after a week that he suddenly realized that after Song Xinheng was discharged from the hospital, he didn't even go back to his own home once.

Going to the airport after get off work, and then rushing back to the company from the airport in the morning, while the parties were always enjoying it, the number of submissions for "Meeting Song Xinheng" soon became so large that it could be made into an album.There is an extra entry of "encounter" out of thin air in the character set, not only taking the plane as a bus, but even adding a lot of things to the new home over there. Although the process is troublesome, Song Xinheng's complexion is obviously getting better every day.

"Nini, come and have something to eat." Fang Wei dried his hair, looked at his watch, and estimated that his father would not be back until ten o'clock tonight.The cat at home eats too little for dinner, so Fang Wei went to get the canned food for the cat, and yelled at the window sill again: "It's canned chicken breast."

There was an extra breed cat in the family a few months ago, probably because Jiang's father had irregular working hours and brought him home to keep Mr. Cheng company.But in fact, Mr. Cheng didn't really spend much time at home. When Fang Wei returned home, the docile and clingy Erlan loved to lean towards him the most.As soon as Fang Wei walked around, it would follow him. When Fang Wei was busy with his own affairs, he would either sleep on his own or go to the window sill to stay.

Nini is a smart kitten, sensitive to his name and words like "chicken breast", and today he didn't move his position.Fang Wei opened the curtains and gently placed the canned food that Nini had opened on the cushion. He sat down and found that it was snowing outside.

Even through the window, Nini, who had never seen snow, was fascinated by it, with clear green eyes looking out steadily.Fang Wei changed into a thicker pajamas, and took a brush to comb Nini's hair.After the kitten finished eating the canned food, it lay quietly in its arms and let Fang Wei comb its fur, purring comfortably. Fang Wei rubbed its jaw with his fingertips, but Ni Nixue didn't look at it, and just kept his paws and meowed coquettishly. .

Erlan itself is a well-proportioned cat, with an elegant figure and long limbs.When Fang Wei pinched the pads to estimate the perfect proportion of the cat's legs, he somehow thought of Song Xinheng. His Nini's facial proportions are also impeccable. After a few months, the shape will be finalized, and it will probably become the best among cats. Song Xinheng.The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Fang Wei was stunned to put the cat to sleep before he got up and changed his clothes to deliver the umbrella.

When he stood up, there was movement in the window of the house on the opposite side. Once or twice was fine, but recently there were more such coincidences. Fang Wei raised his head and looked up at the curtains that were always half closed on the opposite side, always feeling uneasy.After changing his shoes and going downstairs, Fang Wei took an umbrella by himself and carried an umbrella in his hand. It took about 10 minutes to walk from home to the company. Fang Wei didn't take a taxi, so he planned to walk directly to deliver it.

The snow on the ground is still very thin, but if it falls with this momentum, there should be a crunching sound on the way out tomorrow morning.When passing by the vending machine, Fang Wei felt a little cold, bought a can of hot coffee with coins, held the umbrella under his arm, and drank it while walking.After taking a few sips, the flustered feeling emerged again. Even though he turned his head and didn't see anyone, Fang Wei still felt that he was being followed.

It's okay during the day, but at night, whether you go for a walk or go to the supermarket and pet store, whenever you go out, you always have the illusion that someone is following you.The more times, the more it doesn't feel like an illusion, but if the other party just follows, it's nothing, especially after the gift is passed by an anonymous person at the door of the house several times, Fang Wei feels that it is probably a younger generation who has been cared by his father and silently returned.

He buried his cheek in the scarf, thinking that any other associations were outrageous.At the entrance of the company, Fang Wei shook the snow on the umbrella, put the coffee with only one sip on the steps, and went into the building to find his father.About 10 minutes later, when he came out with his father again, Fang Wei saw a man with snow on his coat from a distance, picking up the cold jar and shaking it.

The man folded back, threw the snow-stained can into the trash can, and rubbed his hands silently.When he noticed someone coming out of the main entrance, his movements froze, he put his hands in his pockets, and quickly walked away.After opening the umbrella, Mr. Cheng glanced at Fang Wei distractedly: "What are you looking at?" Fang Wei withdrew his gaze, said nothing, and held up his wet umbrella: "It seems that the snow is falling heavily again."

When I returned to the room, the light on the opposite side was still on.Fang Wei turned off the light, stood by the window and watched for 5 minutes, and the light on the opposite side also went out.Fang Wei walked to the door and turned on the light again. When he walked behind the curtain, the light that had just gone out on the opposite side turned on again.Guessing all kinds of things in his heart, Fang Wei, who had finished the prank, lay back on the bed, grabbed Nini on the side of the pillow, and gently hugged him into his arms.