The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

Xie Xingzhou looked back at the bar again, the boss bent down again and continued to look for things, he seemed very busy.

Just don't bother him.

Xie Xingzhou turned around, and walked towards where Jiang Muye and the others were sitting together with Zhao Lin.

There were five people sitting on the long table, besides Jiang Muye and Guan Cheng, there were three fresh faces, who should be new players participating in the school team selection.

Zhao Lin tactfully reserved a seat next to Jiang Muye and asked Xie Xingzhou to sit down.

He introduced to the juniors on the opposite side: "This is the senior in charge of logistics in the team, Xie Xingzhou."

"Hello Senior Xie!" The three juniors warmly greeted Xie Xingzhou.

One of the students with a lively temperament said excitedly: "I am also from the Academy of Art. I have heard of Xie Xueba since I first entered the school. I heard that you are very good. The garden of the ten best students in Nanyuan is full of your photos!"

"Of course, there are no ordinary people in our team!" Zhao Lin laughed.

Xie Xingzhou nodded politely to them. He had something in his mind, and he didn't even look carefully at the faces of the three people facing him.

Sitting next to Xie Xingzhou, Jiang Muye raised his eyebrows when he saw the people around him lost in thought, and quietly wrapped his hand under the table around Xie Xingzhou's back, wrapped his arms around the familiar curve of his waist, and pinched his hand.

Xie Xingzhou was in pain, and turned to look at him warningly.

Jiang Muye's mood improved, and he changed the pinching to provocative pinching.

Fortunately, the tablecloth was very long, covering Jiang Muye's movements, Xie Xingzhou couldn't make a big move in front of so many people, so he didn't speak and let Jiang Muye do it.

At this time, the junior who was facing Xie Xingzhou suddenly handed over the phone, and asked tentatively: "Senior Xie, my name is Han Ruiping, I have heard the name for a long time, can I add a WeChat?"

Only then did Xie Xingzhou look up at Han Ruiping - the other had a cropped cut, tough features, skin as dark as Zhao Lin, a very sunny and cheerful image.

And the lower half of his face looks a bit like Jiang Muye's... Yes, it's like Jiang Muye's, not like Duan Jize.

Jiang Muye is much paler, and the skin color of the two is very different. This similarity may not be seen by others, but Xie Xingzhou is too familiar with Jiang Muye, so he can tell it at a glance.

Therefore, he looked at Han Ruiping a few more times until he felt the hands on his waist tightening - while he was looking at Han Ruiping, Jiang Muye was also looking at him.

Seeing that Xie Xingzhou was silent, Han Ruiping asked expectantly, "Is that okay? Senior."

Xie Xingzhou didn't speak, and Jiang Muye's air pressure immediately became a little low.

Seeing this, Guan Cheng hurriedly said, "Well... for the sake of fairness, you haven't entered the final election yet, so you can't add the WeChat of the seniors in the team for the time being."

Xie Xingzhou followed his words and said, "Sorry."

"It's okay, then I'll find the senior after the final election results!" Han Ruiping immediately put away his phone to express his understanding, but he never took his eyes off Xie Xingzhou.

Guan Cheng winked at Zhao Lin, Zhao Lin reacted, collected the materials of the three players, and said to them: "Okay, today's meeting will end here, next week's game I hope you can participate on time, we Two of you will be chosen."

"Thank you senior." The three couldn't stay, so they had to stand up to thank them, and then left.

Guan Cheng watched Han Ruiping's figure walk away before turning back to Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye was lazily leaning on the back of the booth, tapping the glass with his finger on the table, looking not in a good mood.

Guan Cheng was a little helpless, he pulled out Han Ruiping's from the materials of the three, and hinted: "Brother Mu, then choose the remaining two?"

"No need." Jiang Muye sneered, turned his head to look at Xie Xingzhou, and said, "After next week's game results, he can stay if he has the ability."

"understood."

Jiang Muye was always an open-minded person, which made Guan Cheng heave a sigh of relief. He pulled Zhao Lin up and asked the two of them: "I heard that the desserts here are good. Do you want to eat anything? Let's go and order."

"Anything is fine." Xie Xingzhou didn't speak, and Jiang Muye answered for him.

Guan Cheng and Zhao Lin went to the bar to order.

The long table was close to the glass exterior wall of Yipin Bookstore, and a thin figure ran past the store door, bouncing around, with a black canvas bag on his body.

It seemed to be Yu Tangtang, Xie Xingzhou couldn't help but follow his back.

The hand on his waist pinched him again warningly, Jiang Muye leaned his head over, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone is gone, what are you still looking at?"

Xie Xingzhou looked away puzzled.

Jiang Muye snorted again: "I didn't know you still liked the kind of black and strong."

It was Han Ruiping who was talking about, Xie Xingzhou felt a little helpless, and said in a low voice, "I just think he looks a little like you."

"Like?" Jiang Muye recalled Han Ruiping's appearance, but he didn't think he looked like him at all, and he didn't care if he really did.

He took Xie Xingzhou into his arms, and warned him in a low voice: "So what? I said earlier that there may be many people like me in the world, but I, Jiang Muye, are the most special one. So, from now on, you only Look at me, don't look at other men, no matter who they are, no matter how much they resemble me, do you hear?"

The most special one?

But what if one day you find out that you are the one like others?

Then he would probably go crazy with anger, Xie Xingzhou innocently looked at Jiang Muye, who was superior in appearance, but laughed in his heart.

After a while, he obediently said: "I heard it."

Only then did Jiang Muye let go of the hands tightly around his waist in satisfaction.

Zhao Lin and Guan Cheng happened to come back with some desserts, handed him Xie Xingzhou's share, and talked with Jiang Muye about the next week's competition.

Jiang Muye was in charge of supervision, and the specific plan fell on Guan Cheng and Zhao Lintou. The two talked freely, and Jiang Muye listened carefully, only expressing his opinion occasionally.

Xie Xingzhou didn't participate, and sat quietly and bored aside.

"Be careful..." Suddenly a very small and very familiar voice rang in my ear.

Xie Xingzhou thought it was Jiang Muye at first, he paused for stirring the cake spoon, turned his head to look at the people around him, and asked, "What did you say?"

Jiang Muye looked at him suspiciously, Zhao Lin who was talking also stopped, and said strangely: "The captain didn't say anything just now."

Xie Xingzhou frowned slightly. He heard it just now. The voice was very similar to Duan Jize's. How could Jiang Muye not speak...

The familiar figures and handwriting that he had seen these days kept flashing in front of his eyes, Xie Xingzhou's heartbeat suddenly became faster, and he had a strange premonition, as if a certain bud hidden in the dark was about to break through the ground.

Xie Xingzhou suddenly clenched the spoon in his hand, turned his head and looked around.

A familiar silhouette fell into his eyes, and Xie Xingzhou held his breath almost at the same time—the previous one or two may have been a coincidence, but there are too many coincidences, and even the most bizarre thing will be the truth.

This time he was not mistaken, this time the back is definitely not the clerk who moved the goods.

Xie Xingzhou's face looked very bad, Zhao Lin couldn't help asking him worriedly: "Xie Xueba, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the sound, Xie Xingzhou suddenly came back to his senses. He sat up from his seat, took a deep breath, said "I'm going to the bathroom" to the three of them, and hurried away after the figure just now.

"Brother Mu, do you want to go and have a look?" Guan Zheng asked in his heart.

Jiang Muye withdrew his eyes from chasing Xie Xingzhou's back, frowned slightly, but just said: "It's okay, let's continue talking about the game."

The two nodded, and put Xie Xingzhou's matter aside for the time being.

Xie Xingzhou followed the figure all the way to the warehouse of Yipin Bookstore. There were many boxes of raw materials piled up in the warehouse, leaving only a not-so-wide passage.

At the end of the passage is the side door of Yipin Bookstore, where the clerk unloaded the goods that night.

Now the side door was open, and a tall figure was leaning against the porch, talking on the phone—a familiar voice, a familiar tone, and even a familiar gesture for holding the phone.

"Yes, there is still a batch of flour missing. If you have time now, I will come over to load the goods in a while. It is because our store has not counted them properly, which is causing you trouble. Okay, then I will come over in a while..."

Xie Xingzhou just looked at the other party on the phone. The longer the time, the more sore his eyes became, and the more his hands shook.

He even felt his heart throbbing and couldn't believe what he saw.

The fire that year was so intense that it almost burned the toy store and several game halls next to it to ashes. More than a dozen people died and five or six people were missing...

Moreover, there were people who saw Duan Jize return to the scene of the fire and never came out again. After so many years, how could he still be alive?

Rationality told Xie Xingzhou that it was impossible, but he couldn't explain everything in front of him - he felt that Jiang Muye was already the person who resembled Duan Jize the most, and when they were in a trance, they could even have five or six points of resemblance, but they didn't have the one in front of them... …

Is it possible that the identification was wrong?

Perhaps Duan Jize is one of the few missing persons whose identity has not been identified. After all, Duan Jize's body was not found back then, but his DNA was extracted from the remaining burning objects, and even the ashes from the ruins were contained in the urns later.

"I'll be there in half an hour, see you later." The person in front of him hung up the phone and turned around to look over.

He was wearing a hat and a mask, the brim of which covered almost his entire face except for a pair of scarred eyes.

But Xie Xingzhou still recognized Duan Jize with just this pair of eyes, he couldn't help but choked up, "Brother..."

He wanted to take a few steps forward, but he was a little unsteady, and he staggered to hold on to the cardboard box beside him.

The person on the opposite side seemed to be crumbling, and looked at him with red eyes. Duan Jize was a little stunned, hurried over to support him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

A familiar aura enveloped him, Xie Xingzhou bit his lip and shook his head, looked up at the people around him, then he lightly touched the edge of Duan Jize's mask with trembling hands.

He felt as if he was dreaming, and repeatedly confirmed in a trance: "Brother... are you real? Are you?"

Duan Jize subconsciously tilted his head to avoid Xie Xingzhou's hand, "Sorry, I have an injury on my face, I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"I, I'm not afraid, how could I be afraid, I..." Xie Xingzhou spoke incoherently, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time, the ending sound and fingers were trembling, he choked up and had some difficulty breathing.

He looked at Duan Jize pleadingly: "Brother, let me see you, okay?"

Duan Jize hesitated and said hesitantly: "I can show you, but you may have misidentified the person, and people often misidentify me."

Xie Xingzhou's mind was in chaos, it was difficult to understand Duan Jize's meaning, he just stared at Duan Jize's face.

Seeing his persistent face, Duan Jize sighed, reached out and took off the mask——

The wounds on his face were completely exposed, not only on his forehead, but also on his cheeks, and the healed hyperplastic skin stuck together, which was shocking.

What a handsome face it was before, Xie Xingzhou was so distressed to see it that he was about to die, his complexion became paler in an instant than Duan Jize's wound on his face.

"Sorry, I still scared you." Duan Jize hurriedly put on his mask and said, "Can you go back to the front hall by yourself? I'm going out to buy some goods."

After finishing speaking, Duan Jize let go of Xie Xingzhou and turned to leave.

Xie Xingzhou regained his composure in a panic, and finally realized a terrible point. He called Duan Jize to stop, his voice trembling: "Brother...you don't know me anymore?"

Duan Jize seemed really busy, and bowed slightly to him: "Sorry."

After that, he climbed into the driver's seat of the truck parked at the side door and drove away.

The sound of the truck gradually disappeared in his ears, and Xie Xingzhou finally recovered from the rigidity of not moving. He took a step back and leaned against the wall of the warehouse, covering his throbbing heart, and bent slightly.

In his current state, it was as if his soul had been ruthlessly pulled out, and then forcefully stuffed in again.

What to do, he seemed to be a little too happy, he was so happy that he could hardly breathe. For the first time, he knew that being too happy was also a feeling of dying.

But... why did brother say he didn't know him?