Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

Licheng is a small city with a backward economy and beautiful scenery. There is an ancient residence that has not yet been developed into a tourist attraction at a distance of more than 100 kilometers from the river where Ji Shiting was involved.

At this time, it was almost evening, the autumn wind was blowing, and the evening glow was full.

With a squeak, the wooden door of one of the houses was pushed open, and a tall, tall man came out.

He was wearing a faded T-shirt and white-washed casual trousers. However, the dignified temperament of the man's body was astonishingly wearing these two obviously inferior clothes with a tall taste. Human beings can't help but wonder if his dress is a new fashion trend.

The man's facial features are handsome, but his face is not bloody, his thin lips squeezed, giving people a feeling of recovering from a serious illness, but those black eyes appear unusually deep.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the evening glow not far away. He didn't know what he remembered. His eyes showed an emotion similar to miss and guilt.

"Mr. Ji." A thick, smiling voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Ji Shiting's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at the person who came: "Mr. Yuan."

The man whom he called "Mr. Yuan" was about forty years old, and he was not tall, but he was quite strong, and his squinted eyes shone year round.

"Don't you say, just call me Old Yuan." He laughed, "What are you looking at."

"It's nothing, just come out to breathe." Ji Shiting's tone was cold.

"It's getting windy. You're recovering from a serious illness. It's better to sit and rest." Old Yuan looked at him meaningfully.

Ji Shiting smiled noncommittally: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the yard.

Lao Yuan stood still, he looked at the man's back and suddenly had his teeth.

"Mr. Ji, don't blame me for not letting you go." He said slowly, "The scenery has fallen far away, and the people who have been embarrassed with him are now like birds of frightened bows. If they let you find your trail, they will definitely not let go. You, our breeze gang will also be implicated. Since I took the risk to save you, you can't just watch us suffer because of it."

Ji Shiting paused and looked back at him, his tone still not fluctuating: "You can rest assured that I did not plan to escape. In addition, the person who saved me was not you."

"Huh... I don't want to escape, I didn't lock you up, did I?" Lao Yuan hehe smiled, "The person who saved you is indeed not me, but Lao Liang, but what about me? He is a good brother, mine is his, and he is mine too."

Ji Shiting did not give him any response this time. He pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was very simple, with only a bed and a desk. Ji Shiting pulled away the chair and sat down, but had nothing to do.

There is not even a book here, let alone the telephone and the Internet.

His hand was lightly lit on the table, his expression pondering, and somehow after a while, someone pushed the door and walked in.

"It's dinner." The person's voice was vague and he lowered his head and placed a sea bowl in front of Ji Shiting.

He was the "Lao Liang" who rescued him from the river before. Lao Liang didn't look very old, but his face was a little twisted, and there were a few strange scars, which gave people a sense of unrecognizability. Perhaps it was because he knew he was not looking well, and he always kept his head down when talking to people.