Cat Demon and Hypnotized Urban

A sparrow landed on the window sill outside the library and looked curiously into the crowded study room. After a while, it seemed to be attracted by the bread crumbs under its feet. It lowered its head and pecked for a while, then flapped its wings and flew away .

Chu Yao adjusted his glasses, checked it against the last revision request of his tutor, and marked "final version" in the file name of the thesis with peace of mind.

networking.send email.

The mobile phone next to him vibrated slightly, and a text message from squad leader Fang Hong popped up:

"Remind all the students again. There will be a meeting downstairs in the library at three o'clock in the afternoon to explain the notice of graduation-related matters. Please don't be absent."

Ah.I'm graduating again.

Chu Yao slid the screen away and replied "Got it".

shutdown.Close the computer.The phone vibrated again.

It's been a busy day.

Holding the phone and walking to the balcony, Chu Yao hesitated for a while looking at the strange number.

"Hello."

The little girl's sobbing voice was heard intermittently over there: "Mr. Chu..."

"Han Yiqing?"

In the receiver is Han Yiqing, weeping sadly:

"What should I do... Dad is going to lose..."

Chu Yao suddenly remembered that today was the day of the court session.

Divide property.fight for custody.

To lose?

... Wasn't there still a chance of winning before?What happened in just a few days.

If it wasn't for seeing Han Yiqing crying and being pushed into the car by her mother, Chu Yao couldn't believe that what she said on the phone was true.

And...why was the media present.

...And the seductive man with an unfriendly attitude that I saw last time?

"Young man, I'm looking for your money." The taxi driver stretched out his arm from the window and pushed Chu Yao.Obviously, the group of people waiting to leave in front deserves his attention more.

"Oh, thanks."

Standing far away, Chu Yuan looked at Han Qun who was surrounded by reporters. Although he was lonely, he still tried his best to maintain his composure.

"Oh, I always thought that the Korean editors were good, but I didn't expect..."

"That is to say. Our agency can actually come up with unspoken rules... The target is still Heming."

"It's so pitiful. No wonder Heming has been unable to get promoted all these years."

"You don't know, this has happened for a while before. But this time...he must not be able to continue."

"Forget it, let's talk about what shall we eat later?"

……

The group of gossiping women who passed by left Chu Yao with some clues and shock.

"Hi. We meet again."

I don't know when the seductive man came to his side, his gestures and gestures showed the vicious atmosphere of the comer.

"You should have known each other not long ago." He looked at Han Qun in the distance, and then at Chu Yao who seemed to be still confused, "It's a pity. Everyone has his unknown side."

"Heming..." Chu Yao murmured the name, which really made that person take a step back in shock, "Is that you?"

"He actually told you? It's unbelievable." The man shook his head and smiled evilly, "But you'd better not believe his nonsense that avoids the most important and ignores the most important."

The man patted Chu Yao on the shoulder and left.

Reporters in the distance also scattered in groups.

A few older people walked up, said some comforting words in Han Que's ear, and left.

It should be his lawyer who said goodbye to Han Quin at the end.He just shook hands with him with a sad expression, and quickly walked away with his assistant in his briefcase.

Looking at the man standing alone in the wind and losing his mind, Chu Yao vaguely felt a bit of sadness.

"You came."

"Yeah." Chu Yao quietly took off his glasses, "Xiao Qing called me."

Han Que seemed too tired to express any emotions anymore: "...I let her down."

"...you are still a good father."

Han Que just smiled mechanically, and there was no sadness or joy in his empty eyes.

"Go back to school and do your work." Han Que sighed, and took Chu Yao's hand, "If you want to... come and stay with me at night, okay?"

Being held by that cold hand, Chu Yao thought he couldn't refuse.

He watched Han Qun turn and leave until his back disappeared into the corner of the street, silently grasping the key in his hand.

"The last one, Mr. Shen informed the project team that there will be a meeting next Wednesday. If there is nothing else, everyone can leave."

The meeting that has been distracted all afternoon is finally over.

Chu Yao was about to slip away with her schoolbag in her arms, but was caught by Fang Hong.

"Chu Yao, when everyone says they're going to visit Professor Liang's house, why don't you go?"

"Ah?" Chu Yao looked embarrassed, "I went there last weekend."

Fang Hong was quite surprised: "It's true. Why don't you ask us to come together?"

"I... just happened to be on the way." Chu Yao smiled and put her bag on her back, "I have something to do. Let's go first."

Of course Chu Yao was telling the truth.Just in a nonsense way.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's fake.What he is best at is making people believe what they have seen and heard; or revealing some stories hidden in their hearts that they would not like to mention on weekdays, or simply forgetting a certain part of the memory.

He first learned the word "hypnosis" from Xi.

In this way, many acquaintances would not be able to recognize each other even if they met face to face, not to mention that he changed his identity and changed his face.

Only a dispensable memory is left to be pursued.

Alone yet free.

There are no lights.

No sound.

The paper and tape scattered on the ground can be seen through the faint light from the window, and the living room seems to have been robbed.

There was a dilapidated giant plush bear leaning on the stairs, large balls of cotton wool hanging from the seam of the neck, and the patch on the nose was also torn.

Han Yiqing's room was the same as before.A neat bed, an orderly desk, and on the shelf next to it were fairy tale books that she no longer believed in when she grew up.

"Chu Yao, is that you?"

Han Que's voice came from another direction.Chu Yao followed the sound to the terrace, opened the door, and a gust of wind came in with a slight aroma of wine.

A bucket of ice cubes.A bottle of whiskey.Two thick bottomed glasses.

It's been a long time since someone has been so restrained when they are frustrated.

Chu Yao saw the moonlight reflected in Han Que's eyes, full of poetry.

"sit down."

Han Que said as he pinched the clip hanging beside the ice bucket, picked up a few pieces of ice and threw them into the empty glass next to him, then opened the wine bottle, allowing the wine to slowly flow into the glass along the ice cubes.

Not many.

Chu Yao put the schoolbag aside, and sat down beside Han Qun against the wall.Looking up, you can see the bright and bright full moon.

That kind of elegant and unassuming brilliance is better than the brilliance of any corner of the city.

"Downstairs...is it a mess?"

"Ok?"

Han Que smiled softly, probably knowing that there was no reason for the problem.

"I went to the agency in the afternoon and handed in my resignation letter. When I came back... I saw her packing her things with her children."

"I stood there watching, I didn't want to say or do anything. Xiaoqing was very good. She didn't cry or talk. Her mother put several big cardboard boxes in the living room and told her to put them away. What. She said she wanted to carry the bear away, but her mother refused, saying it took up too much space. Xiaoqing argued with her, saying that it was a birthday present from her father, and she must take it with her, otherwise she would not leave .”

"Her mother is probably too lazy to pester her. Ignore her, so she took a pair of scissors, and cut the bear into a mess without saying a word. Xiaoqing stared blankly, seeing that her mother was going crazy, she looked at me as if asking for help... I I don’t think I’ll ever forget that look in her eyes.”

A burst of bitterness faded from the bottom of my heart.Chu Yao listened quietly, and put her hand lightly on his hand holding the wine glass.

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