All the way down, Ling Ziyi told all the way that when she was a girl, she returned to the hotel, entered the house, and before entering the door, Ling Ziyi said, "Yang Dingtian, thank you." ”

Yang Dingtian understood what she meant, and just nodded.

He wanted to peek at Ling Ziyi taking a shower and undressing before, but at this moment, he didn't have the same mind.

All the way down, he seemed to have accompanied Ling Ziyi through her girlhood, and he was so kind.

Just like Xie Yan, if Xie Yan lived next door, he would never intentionally peek at her, of course, if he saw it inadvertently, then it was another matter.

The next morning, Ling Ziyi changed into a dress, it was not purple, but a red, red skirt, with stockings, the stockings were still mesh, this style, the change was too drastic.

Yang Dingtian was a little dizzy for a while.

"What's the matter, I don't know you when you change your clothes. ”

Ling Ziyi was not at all as cold as when she came yesterday, but had a sunny smile on her face.

"It's beautiful. Yang Dingtian applauded softly.

"Thank you. Ling Ziyi actually pulled the hem of her skirt, squatted slightly, and then giggled.

It's beautiful.

A completely different kind of beauty.

If yesterday was a cold rose, today is a warm canna.

"He also said to watch the sunrise. Ling Ziyi pouted, but said angrily to Yang Dingtian: "I only blame you, don't call me." ”

This kind of shallow anger and anger for no reason is the most unbearable place, Yang Dingtian had no choice but to scratch his head: "I also slept to death." ”

He comforted her again: "The weather is good these days, and you can watch it tomorrow." ”

"Forget it. Ling Ziyi shook his head: "Tomorrow is Monday, I have made an appointment with the students to give them a lesson." ”

"Oh. ”

Yang Dingtian then remembered that Ling Ziyi was still a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts.

After eating, he set off to go back, Ling Ziyi's car was still in front, and when he entered the city to the fork in the road, Ling Ziyi's car stopped and beckoned to Yang Dingtian: "I'll go back first, see you soon." ”

Then the car was started and disappeared into the traffic.

Yang Dingtian was stunned on the side of the road for a long time.

Such a woman is really too individual.

"It's an art game. ”

He sighed.

With Ling Ziyi's temperament, Yang Dingtian thought that what she said was destined to say goodbye, maybe it was never goodbye, but what she didn't expect was that only two days later, Ling Ziyi called him: "Yang Dingtian, are you free? ”

"Okay. ”

Ling Ziyi took the initiative to meet, and Yang Dingtian was really a little overjoyed.

Not only because Ling Ziyi is a beauty, but because of her personality and artist temperament, Yang Dingtian feels that when he interacts with her, he is also a little inexplicably tall.

Ling Ziyi made an appointment with the evening bell of Nanping, that is, Nanping, naturally in the south of the city, it is halfway up the mountainside, the scenery is very good, this side is the old city, the east city is now developing to the west of the river, and the old city is relatively deserted.

But such a coldness is in line with Ling Ziyi's temperament.

Nanping Evening Bell is a more famous restaurant here, but there are not many people, and when Yang Dingtian entered, Ling Ziyi had already arrived first.

She was wearing a purple long skirt, her long hair like a waterfall hung down casually, Yang Dingtian entered the box to look at her, her brows furrowed slightly, and she shouted: "Teacher Ling." ”

The artists were very sensitive, he just frowned slightly, Ling Ziyi noticed, Yang Dingtian sat down, and she said, "Did you notice that there was something wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. Yang Dingtian hesitated and shook his head: "Your body should be fine, but your mentality seems to be good, how to say it." ”

He thought for a moment: "That morning, your mentality was already quite good, but now, it seems to be back to the original, it's not bad, this look, very fairy, it's just that you are so young, that ---。 ”

He was a little unclear for a while, but Ling Ziyi smiled and nodded: "Yes, you are right, I went back again, I thought that day, I completely let go, but when I returned home, the familiar environment, familiar people, I found that I still couldn't let go." ”

What made her so unable to let go, Yang Dingtian wanted to ask, but when the words came to her mouth, she took it back, because it involved Ling Ziyi's privacy, if she wanted to say it, she would naturally say it, just like that night under the moon, telling about her girlhood.

If she doesn't want to say, Yang Dingtian won't be able to ask, so as not to be embarrassed.

At this time, the waiter came in, Ling Ziyi ordered food, and ordered another bottle of red wine.

"Your vision is very accurate, that's right, in the past few years, I have always had a matter on my mind, it is like a stick, pierced in my heart, so that I can't let go no matter what. ”

Ling Ziyi drank wine and said slowly, Yang Dingtian found that as long as she met someone she was willing to speak, she actually talked a lot, and her voice was good, and her speech was also very organized, he just had to listen.

But Ling Ziyi said halfway through, but she didn't say anything, she looked out the window and drank slowly.

There is a mountain peak in the distance outside the window, there used to be an ancient temple, and it is said that the bell can be heard, which is also the reason for the name of the restaurant in Nanping Evening Bell.

After drinking a glass of wine, she turned her head and looked at Yang Dingtian: "Yang Dingtian, can you do me a favor and help me get rid of this root in my heart." ”

"Yes. Yang Dingtian did not hesitate at all.

He should be too fast, Ling Ziyi looked at him, her eyes were blazing, her eyes were really beautiful, whether it was when she was misty, or when she stared at you so seriously, she had her own charm.

Yang Dingtian met her gaze and did not dodge.

He was indeed willing to help her, although he didn't know what was in her heart, but no matter what it was, he was willing to help her.

Ling Ziyi put down the cup, took out his mobile phone, pressed it a few times, handed it to Yang Dingtian, and said, "Can you help me investigate this person." ”

On the phone is a photo of a man with a square head and big ears, short shaved hair, about thirty-two or thirteen years old, very energetic and imposing.

"Yes. Yang Dingtian nodded again without hesitation: "Tell me his name, work unit or something, I will definitely check him out." ”

His name is Duan Hongwei, the director of the procurement department of Dongyang Heavy Machinery Dongcheng Company. ”

Ling Ziyi said, paused, and said, "It's also my husband." ”

Yang Dingtian had actually roughly guessed it, nodded, didn't answer, and listened to Ling Ziyi.

"We have known each other for seven years, when I was still in college, he pursued me frantically, from Beijing, all the way to Dongcheng, his family is from Beijing, he was originally working in the ministry there, but he threw away his job and ran directly here, and his father was so angry that an ashtray smashed his head. ”

Listening to Ling Ziyi's narration, Yang Dingtian noticed that there was indeed a scar on Duan Hongwei's forehead that was recessed in, which seemed to be smashed.