I can't get enough to feed you

The answer was far beyond imagination, and Ouyang almost suspected that Ji Xuanyuan was deliberately finding fault, but thinking about such an unimaginable reason for finding fault, it was by no means a normal mind could come up with.

And Ouyang's brain has been spinning rapidly, not only him, but he also vaguely drew a picture in his mind when he heard Ji Xuanyuan's Meng Xiaojiang.

According to the time relationship line in the picture, Meng Xiaojiang discovered that he and Ji Xuanyuan were all enclosed in it, plus Ou Yang. It turned out that each of them had been strangers long before they knew each other. Gathered together.

Meng Xiaojiang thought about this, and immediately shivered. Ji Xuanyuan and Ouyang had already gone through the problems that Meng Xiaojiang could figure out, and found a line of amnesia that connected the three of them.

Ouyang couldn't help but hummed a few words from the Little Tigers' "String your heart and my heart together", Ji Xuanyuan's big eyeballs rolled around in the big eye sockets, he pursed his lips and smiled: "You said this is Coincidence, or man-made?"

Ouyang pouted with a serious face: "I think it's fate, and all the seemingly coincidences are predestined written in our destiny."

Ji Xuanyuan and Meng Xiaojiang looked at each other blankly, not knowing that Ouyang's words were too profound, so the two of them didn't understand a sentence, or this guy was playing tricks and not speaking human words.

Ji Xuanyuan turned his head, and simply took what Ouyang said as fart, and he said softly to Meng Xiaojiang in a rare and serious manner: "Whether it is a coincidence or there is mystery in it, Xiao Jiang, I will talk to Ouyang this time. Go once."

Meng Xiaojiang had tears in his eyes from being terrified, and replied in a low voice: "If you leave with Ouyang, I will be left alone. To be honest, I think it will be even more terrifying."

Ji Xuanyuan was stunned for a moment, he looked hesitantly at Meng Xiaojiang in front of him, a 20-year-old young man with a delicate and cute baby face, he thought to himself, looking at it is really a pity!

Meng Xiaojiang blinked his big eyes, his heart sank, he gritted his teeth and said: "I will go with you, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, I don't know what the truth is, how can I sleep at night?" !"

Ouyang interjected sincerely, wondering: "What does this have to do with your sleeping at night?"

Meng Xiaojiang almost burst into tears on the spot: "I have this matter in my heart, I am not heartless, can I fall asleep at night!"

The three reached a consensus on this, and there was only half an hour left before the agreed time. Ouyang originally planned to take the subway first, then transfer to the bus, and walk 500 meters down to a small villa where Mr. Mori Jiro currently lives in Shanghai.

With a wave of his hand, Meng Xiaojiang took a taxi directly, saving time wasted on the road, and when he arrived at Mr. Morijiro's small villa, he just got stuck at the agreed time.

Ouyang got out of the car and asked the taxi driver to issue an invoice. With the invoice in his pocket, Meng Xiaojiang and Ji Xuanyuan looked up at the three-story high-rise small bungalow in front of them.

In Shanghai, land is expensive, and a small bungalow is expensive. Ou Yang smacked his lips, suspecting that even the money his parents earned all their lives could not afford this small bungalow.

Then Ji Xuanyuan asked: "Xiao Jiang, is your house more expensive, or this house more expensive?"

Meng Xiaojiang replied absent-mindedly: "It should be that my house is more expensive, after all, the location is better, but my house was bought early, so let's Google it."

Ji Xuanyuan had a big question mark in his mind: "What kind of brother is Gu?"

"Oh, don't ask." Meng Xiaojiang raised his head and wiped off a thin layer of sweat on the tip of his nose. It was 03:30 in the afternoon and the sun was in full bloom. The three of them stood outside under the sun, like human flesh being dried .

Ouyang adjusted his clothes, raised his chest and straightened his back, and led the way to push open the wrought iron fence gate of the villa. At the same time, he looked at Meng Xiaojiang and Ji Xuanyuan, especially Ji Xuanyuan, who were looking around behind him.

Ouyang resented the lack of steel and asked: "Hold your chest up, look forward, don't look around like a countryman entering the city, can we earn some energy, can we not look so blind?"

Meng Xiao gingerly glanced at the red roses in full bloom in front of the villa. His eyes were so red that it hurt, he retorted noncommittally: "You still look down on the country people, counting up to three generations, 90.00% of the surviving people are poor peasants."

"Tsk, I don't mean that!" Ouyang raised his hand and rang the doorbell, turning his head to teach Meng Xiaojiang and Ji Xuanyuan who were behind him.

Ji Xuanyuan put his hands behind his back, and seeing him turn his head, he smiled inscrutablely, Meng Xiaojiang trembled visibly, and hid half of his body behind Ji Xuanyuan.

Ouyang immediately turned his head 180 degrees with suspicion on his face: "I'm different from you two. I haven't shed any tears, and I can't see anything. You two—be honest, what did you two see?"

The little nanny opened the door, and saw a boy suspected of being a high school student looking up, down, left, and right. The little nanny poked his head out and asked cautiously, "What are you looking at?"

Seeing that the door opened, Ouyang immediately put on a straight face, and whispered to the little girl, "I'm Ouyang, and I made an appointment with Mr. Mori Jiro to meet here this afternoon."

The little nanny opened her mouth wide, opened the door, and looked the high school student up and down in disbelief. Ji Xuanyuan led Meng Xiaojiang and followed Ouyang into the door. The little nanny's eyes fell on Ji Xuanyuan's face again, and Ji Xuanyuan smiled brightly. The little nanny stood there dazed and stunned.

As soon as you enter the door, you will find the living room on the first floor of the small bungalow. The design of the house is square, like a big regular and wide coffin.

Entering the living room, Meng Xiaojiang involuntarily grabbed Ji Xuanyuan's arm with one hand. After entering, he realized that the house was well lit, but on a sunny summer afternoon, there was a wonderful coolness in the room, not the dry air from the air conditioner. , but a kind of gloom like a basement that has not seen the sun for years.

Ji Xuanyuan patted Meng Xiaojiang's hand holding his arm reassuringly, and Ouyang walked quickly to the sofa in the living room with arrogance. The living room was occupied by bodyguards, and a man in a man's kimono sat on the sofa. An old man with gray hair.

Opposite the old man sat a fairy-like old Taoist priest. Behind the old Taoist priest stood a man and a woman. They were dressed normally, and the men and women were handsome, comparable to celebrities, but each carried a wooden sword on their backs. The sense of time and space chaos in the mix and match of costume dramas and modern dramas.

All the bodyguards and the people on the sofa looked at Ouyang in unison. Ouyang had a clear goal and looked directly at the old man in the kimono. He said well, so you invited someone else besides me. It looks like a fake certificate, do you dare to believe it?

Morijiro looked at the young man in front of him, and the more he looked, the more confused he became. He spoke Chinese with a haggard face: "Little friend, who are you?"

Ouyang put one hand in his pocket, made a concave shape, and said calmly: "Hello, Mr. Mori Jiro, I am Ouyang."

Mr. Mori Jiro was silent for a moment, and then replied calmly: "Ou Tianshi, may I ask you this year's Guigeng?"