Chapter 572
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What Mr. Lin has here is what he has in his life. He lives a Buddhist life. What people do, he does, and what people eat, so there are not many things that belong to him.
The room is clean and tidy, slightly pale. Even when I get the news of luge and go out in a hurry, the room is very simple.
If this situation were put on Yun jou Chia, the room would be a pig's nest.
When the curtain opened, the soft sunshine had lost its temperature. There were common computers on his desk, an ordinary neutral pen on his left, and a notebook with a floor stand of two yuan.
Open the cheap notes with the black hard shell. It turned out to be Mr. Lin's diary.
The diary is new. From the day before the beginning of the new year, he has written the date and time at the beginning. What he does today is to go shopping. Firecrackers, meals and so on, a little bookkeeping, more about the surrounding environmental records and the analysis of doubts about Lu Ge, and so on.
The first page looks very formulaic.
She looked a few times and held her diary in her arms. There were stacks of documents and materials on the table. After opening, all of them were the time of Lu Ge and the materials of Zhou Yuanchuan.
Among them, there are most Frey cars, the news about Nika and miss jialina, and even the transaction contract between Nika and Hu Lei in that year.
Mr. Lin really did too many things behind his back. Every time she easily got the news, the man made too many preparations behind his back.
Put all the documents back in place and destroy them in a centralized manner.
Open the drawer, there are scattered neutral pens and folded white paper, and put this small black cloth bag in the corner.
She took it and looked. It was a white silver quartz watch. It was very beautiful and very in line with Mr. Lin's temperament. I don't know whether the watch was broken or dead. It was no longer running.
A small card was also taken out from the depths of the bag. The card was old and the ink on it was a little vague.
The pen is strong and free and easy, which is somewhat like Tang Yunzhe. It says, "happy birthday, trees." In six simple words, the final signature is Lu Ge.
She carefully put it away and put it in her pocket.
Then rummage through the drawer for other valuable things.
Turned and went to the wardrobe. The wardrobe was very simple. The three colors of black, white and gray were the same as Tang Yunzhe. It seemed that men's clothes were almost the same except Sao Bao such as Bao Jingyang.
The clothing style of trees should be much softer, mostly white or blue shirts, and the style is also biased towards the comfortable Japanese style, with no attack at all.
She counted and turned over only twenty clothes.
The clothes have been washed, and there is a good smell of detergent on them.
Yun jou Chia had planned to pack all her clothes and take them back. Later, she laughed at herself as a real pervert. She'd better put them in a bag and take them back to Mr. Lin.
I searched the wardrobe. It was cleaner than the room.
Close the cabinet door, she slowly came to the bedside table, opened the first drawer, and sure enough, there was a small black box in it. Then look at the other drawers, which were still very clean, not even a dust.
When Mr. Lin and she escaped, they carried a black backpack, which really couldn't hold much.
When I opened the black box, I saw a red and black tie. It should be good silk. This kind of cloth is very comfortable. The tie has never been worn or removed.
The tag of the tie still exists. Roll it up carefully and put it in the sunspot.
The tag was tied with a bow, and the bow was hung with a small card. It said, "an 18-year-old gift for my son, Zhou Yuanchuan."
When Mr. Lin was eighteen, Zhou Yuanchuan should have died.
This is prepared in advance. When will it be given to him?
Yun jou Chia could not guess what the fall was like at that time, but judging from the degree of treasure, it was probably the most precious thing of trees.
The other thing in the box is treated differently.
The black lighter inlaid with red agate, Yun jou Chia struggled to read out the Greek letters in the corner of the lighter, vaguely remembering that it was a very luxurious brand in Italy.
She once saw this brand of pen at Mr. Jane's.
The front of the lighter seems to be engraved with some words, which are all crossed out by people. The rough white scratches feel a little strange compared with the inlaid jewelry.
I can smell the smell of kerosene when I open it. I should have used it several times, and then I was thrown here.
He hated the lighter so much, but he didn't lose it.
It should be a gift. She has guessed who gave it.
Carefully put the things back into the small black box and stuffed them into another pocket.
Look around again. There are no other things in the room. It's so simple. Lin Xian is almost thirty years old now. All his things are just two pockets and a note he just started to write.
At this time, the sun has set, and the room is empty and dark, slightly lonely.
Does Mr. Lin sit in bed and think about things like this every night? What is he thinking?
Yun jou Chia solemnly and carefully opened her diary and turned to the second page.
"On New Year's Eve, I'm not sure if I've ever experienced this festival.
I should have had it when I was a child, but I was too young to remember at all.
For me now, this festival is completely novel and warm. I can go to the supermarket to buy vegetables like a newly married couple. She can clamor for fireworks like a child.
Looking at her bright eyes when she heard that there was a party in Chinatown, I almost promised.
What if she was caught and found? Only she was happy.
I've never had the feeling of making dumplings together. I've lived alone for too long. Someone around me is speechless. I can experience such warmth. Even if I die, I have no regrets.
We went to the neighbor's house and knocked on the door and sent dumplings. This is something I would never do before.
But she is different from me, not like my side. She seems to have countless love to others.
I didn't see the fireworks everywhere, and the small flower in my hand was also very beautiful. I felt that I was going crazy, out of control, and the whole person was floating. This was a wonderful night in my life, and even some couldn't bear it.
At night, the girl fell asleep, the stars twinkled outside, and the new year was just after 0:00.
I made a wish for her peace and hope it can really come true.
I know you did it unintentionally. I know it's true for anyone, but I still thank you for giving me this empty joy.
The glow of the firefly is like a bright moon to me. "
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What Mr. Lin has here is what he has in his life. He lives a Buddhist life. What people do, he does, and what people eat, so there are not many things that belong to him.
The room is clean and tidy, slightly pale. Even when I get the news of luge and go out in a hurry, the room is very simple.
If this situation were put on Yun jou Chia, the room would be a pig's nest.
When the curtain opened, the soft sunshine had lost its temperature. There were common computers on his desk, an ordinary neutral pen on his left, and a notebook with a floor stand of two yuan.
Open the cheap notes with the black hard shell. It turned out to be Mr. Lin's diary.
The diary is new. From the day before the beginning of the new year, he has written the date and time at the beginning. What he does today is to go shopping. Firecrackers, meals and so on, a little bookkeeping, more about the surrounding environmental records and the analysis of doubts about Lu Ge, and so on.
The first page looks very formulaic.
She looked a few times and held her diary in her arms. There were stacks of documents and materials on the table. After opening, all of them were the time of Lu Ge and the materials of Zhou Yuanchuan.
Among them, there are most Frey cars, the news about Nika and miss jialina, and even the transaction contract between Nika and Hu Lei in that year.
Mr. Lin really did too many things behind his back. Every time she easily got the news, the man made too many preparations behind his back.
Put all the documents back in place and destroy them in a centralized manner.
Open the drawer, there are scattered neutral pens and folded white paper, and put this small black cloth bag in the corner.
She took it and looked. It was a white silver quartz watch. It was very beautiful and very in line with Mr. Lin's temperament. I don't know whether the watch was broken or dead. It was no longer running.
A small card was also taken out from the depths of the bag. The card was old and the ink on it was a little vague.
The pen is strong and free and easy, which is somewhat like Tang Yunzhe. It says, "happy birthday, trees." In six simple words, the final signature is Lu Ge.
She carefully put it away and put it in her pocket.
Then rummage through the drawer for other valuable things.
Turned and went to the wardrobe. The wardrobe was very simple. The three colors of black, white and gray were the same as Tang Yunzhe. It seemed that men's clothes were almost the same except Sao Bao such as Bao Jingyang.
The clothing style of trees should be much softer, mostly white or blue shirts, and the style is also biased towards the comfortable Japanese style, with no attack at all.
She counted and turned over only twenty clothes.
The clothes have been washed, and there is a good smell of detergent on them.
Yun jou Chia had planned to pack all her clothes and take them back. Later, she laughed at herself as a real pervert. She'd better put them in a bag and take them back to Mr. Lin.
I searched the wardrobe. It was cleaner than the room.
Close the cabinet door, she slowly came to the bedside table, opened the first drawer, and sure enough, there was a small black box in it. Then look at the other drawers, which were still very clean, not even a dust.
When Mr. Lin and she escaped, they carried a black backpack, which really couldn't hold much.
When I opened the black box, I saw a red and black tie. It should be good silk. This kind of cloth is very comfortable. The tie has never been worn or removed.
The tag of the tie still exists. Roll it up carefully and put it in the sunspot.
The tag was tied with a bow, and the bow was hung with a small card. It said, "an 18-year-old gift for my son, Zhou Yuanchuan."
When Mr. Lin was eighteen, Zhou Yuanchuan should have died.
This is prepared in advance. When will it be given to him?
Yun jou Chia could not guess what the fall was like at that time, but judging from the degree of treasure, it was probably the most precious thing of trees.
The other thing in the box is treated differently.
The black lighter inlaid with red agate, Yun jou Chia struggled to read out the Greek letters in the corner of the lighter, vaguely remembering that it was a very luxurious brand in Italy.
She once saw this brand of pen at Mr. Jane's.
The front of the lighter seems to be engraved with some words, which are all crossed out by people. The rough white scratches feel a little strange compared with the inlaid jewelry.
I can smell the smell of kerosene when I open it. I should have used it several times, and then I was thrown here.
He hated the lighter so much, but he didn't lose it.
It should be a gift. She has guessed who gave it.
Carefully put the things back into the small black box and stuffed them into another pocket.
Look around again. There are no other things in the room. It's so simple. Lin Xian is almost thirty years old now. All his things are just two pockets and a note he just started to write.
At this time, the sun has set, and the room is empty and dark, slightly lonely.
Does Mr. Lin sit in bed and think about things like this every night? What is he thinking?
Yun jou Chia solemnly and carefully opened her diary and turned to the second page.
"On New Year's Eve, I'm not sure if I've ever experienced this festival.
I should have had it when I was a child, but I was too young to remember at all.
For me now, this festival is completely novel and warm. I can go to the supermarket to buy vegetables like a newly married couple. She can clamor for fireworks like a child.
Looking at her bright eyes when she heard that there was a party in Chinatown, I almost promised.
What if she was caught and found? Only she was happy.
I've never had the feeling of making dumplings together. I've lived alone for too long. Someone around me is speechless. I can experience such warmth. Even if I die, I have no regrets.
We went to the neighbor's house and knocked on the door and sent dumplings. This is something I would never do before.
But she is different from me, not like my side. She seems to have countless love to others.
I didn't see the fireworks everywhere, and the small flower in my hand was also very beautiful. I felt that I was going crazy, out of control, and the whole person was floating. This was a wonderful night in my life, and even some couldn't bear it.
At night, the girl fell asleep, the stars twinkled outside, and the new year was just after 0:00.
I made a wish for her peace and hope it can really come true.
I know you did it unintentionally. I know it's true for anyone, but I still thank you for giving me this empty joy.
The glow of the firefly is like a bright moon to me. "
What Mr. Lin has here is what he has in his life. He lives a Buddhist life. What people do, he does, and what people eat, so there are not many things that belong to him.The room is clean and tidy, slightly pale. Even when I get the news of luge and go out in a hurry, the room is very simple.If this situation were put on Yun jou Chia, the room would be a pig's nest.When the curtain opened, the soft sunshine had lost its temperature. There were common computers on his desk, an ordinary neutral pen on his left, and a notebook with a floor stand of two yuan.Open the cheap notes with the black hard shell. It turned out to be Mr. Lin's diary.The diary is new. From the day before the beginning of the new year, he has written the date and time at the beginning. What he does today is to go shopping. Firecrackers, meals and so on, a little bookkeeping, more about the surrounding environmental records and the analysis of doubts about Lu Ge, and so on.The first page looks very formulaic.She looked a few times and held her diary in her arms. There were stacks of documents and materials on the table. After opening, all of them were the time of Lu Ge and the materials of Zhou Yuanchuan.Among them, there are most Frey cars, the news about Nika and miss jialina, and even the transaction contract between Nika and Hu Lei in that year.Mr. Lin really did too many things behind his back. Every time she easily got the news, the man made too many preparations behind his back.Put all the documents back in place and destroy them in a centralized manner.Open the drawer, there are scattered neutral pens and folded white paper, and put this small black cloth bag in the corner.She took it and looked. It was a white silver quartz watch. It was very beautiful and very in line with Mr. Lin's temperament. I don't know whether the watch was broken or dead. It was no longer running.A small card was also taken out from the depths of the bag. The card was old and the ink on it was a little vague.The pen is strong and free and easy, which is somewhat like Tang Yunzhe. It says, "happy birthday, trees." In six simple words, the final signature is Lu Ge.She carefully put it away and put it in her pocket.Then rummage through the drawer for other valuable things.Turned and went to the wardrobe. The wardrobe was very simple. The three colors of black, white and gray were the same as Tang Yunzhe. It seemed that men's clothes were almost the same except Sao Bao such as Bao Jingyang.The clothing style of trees should be much softer, mostly white or blue shirts, and the style is also biased towards the comfortable Japanese style, with no attack at all.She counted and turned over only twenty clothes.The clothes have been washed, and there is a good smell of detergent on them.Yun jou Chia had planned to pack all her clothes and take them back. Later, she laughed at herself as a real pervert. She'd better put them in a bag and take them back to Mr. Lin.I searched the wardrobe. It was cleaner than the room.Close the cabinet door, she slowly came to the bedside table, opened the first drawer, and sure enough, there was a small black box in it. Then look at the other drawers, which were still very clean, not even a dust.When Mr. Lin and she escaped, they carried a black backpack, which really couldn't hold much.When I opened the black box, I saw a red and black tie. It should be good silk. This kind of cloth is very comfortable. The tie has never been worn or removed.The tag of the tie still exists. Roll it up carefully and put it in the sunspot.The tag was tied with a bow, and the bow was hung with a small card. It said, "an 18-year-old gift for my son, Zhou Yuanchuan."When Mr. Lin was eighteen, Zhou Yuanchuan should have died.This is prepared in advance. When will it be given to him?Yun jou Chia could not guess what the fall was like at that time, but judging from the degree of treasure, it was probably the most precious thing of trees.The other thing in the box is treated differently.The black lighter inlaid with red agate, Yun jou Chia struggled to read out the Greek letters in the corner of the lighter, vaguely remembering that it was a very luxurious brand in Italy.She once saw this brand of pen at Mr. Jane's.The front of the lighter seems to be engraved with some words, which are all crossed out by people. The rough white scratches feel a little strange compared with the inlaid jewelry.I can smell the smell of kerosene when I open it. I should have used it several times, and then I was thrown here.He hated the lighter so much, but he didn't lose it.It should be a gift. She has guessed who gave it.Carefully put the things back into the small black box and stuffed them into another pocket.Look around again. There are no other things in the room. It's so simple. Lin Xian is almost thirty years old now. All his things are just two pockets and a note he just started to write.At this time, the sun has set, and the room is empty and dark, slightly lonely.Does Mr. Lin sit in bed and think about things like this every night? What is he thinking?Yun jou Chia solemnly and carefully opened her diary and turned to the second page."On New Year's Eve, I'm not sure if I've ever experienced this festival.I should have had it when I was a child, but I was too young to remember at all.For me now, this festival is completely novel and warm. I can go to the supermarket to buy vegetables like a newly married couple. She can clamor for fireworks like a child.Looking at her bright eyes when she heard that there was a party in Chinatown, I almost promised.What if she was caught and found? Only she was happy.I've never had the feeling of making dumplings together. I've lived alone for too long. Someone around me is speechless. I can experience such warmth. Even if I die, I have no regrets.We went to the neighbor's house and knocked on the door and sent dumplings. This is something I would never do before.But she is different from me, not like my side. She seems to have countless love to others.I didn't see the fireworks everywhere, and the small flower in my hand was also very beautiful. I felt that I was going crazy, out of control, and the whole person was floating. This was a wonderful night in my life, and even some couldn't bear it.At night, the girl fell asleep, the stars twinkled outside, and the new year was just after 0:00.I made a wish for her peace and hope it can really come true.I know you did it unintentionally. I know it's true for anyone, but I still thank you for giving me this empty joy.The glow of the firefly is like a bright moon to me. "
