After seeing off Zheng Yong, Wu Zhiyuan sighed a little, feeling a little lost. His only good friend went to the distance and pursued his dream!

But he didn't know where the road was.

After leaving the station, the streets were already lively. Today is Saturday, which seems more noisy and complicated than before. No foreign tourists, no children playing, and even the wanderer who was curled up in the corner of coal-making disappeared without a trace.

The crowds on the street were disturbing, and the shouts of vendors were rising and falling. The vehicles were bustling, and the horns were singing, crying, and whining! The vehicles flashed one after another, and the glass of the car window reflected a light, reflecting on the faces of the pedestrians who were in a hurry, as if mocking them for living that anxious and vulgar life!

As Hitchcock said: "They all live their daily lives mechanically and repeatedly, day after day, year after year! They only care about a small area around them and how their life should continue tomorrow. They also have pain and troubles, and are worried about some things that are very important to them. However, no matter how important these things seem in front of them, they will become ridiculous if they look at them from the perspective of the world!"

Only Wu Zhiyuan was walking aimlessly on the street!

He felt that he was out of place with this city! Among all the people, he was the only one who was lonely. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little sad, but he couldn't help but feel proud. After all, he was unique. He was like a soulless person, looking for a unique dream in this familiar and strange city.

He has not had such a young and self-indulgent life for many years.

After a while, he couldn't help but laugh at himself: "What the hell is going on!"

Through the bustling and crowded city, he came to the rare stone road in Ancheng. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that life was so boring, so he would escape from the chaotic and crowded crowd as soon as possible.

This is an ancient street. The buildings from the Ming Dynasty on both sides silently tell their vicissitudes and distantness. The dim sky and vicissitudes of the building look even more ethereal at this time!

Wu Zhiyuan suddenly felt a little cold. At this time, he realized that he was the only pedestrian on the road! This road belongs to him...

Wu Zhiyuan unconsciously walked into a Western restaurant.

He always thought that he was not suitable for such restaurants. He would rather stir-fry a spicy and hot Kung Pao chicken in a food stall and drink a refreshing and enthusiastic beer. He felt that this was the place where fake celebrities or fake gentlemen came, eating half-baked steak, drinking their own high-end 1986 Lafite, and then flattering and complimenting each other, just like the Lafite they drank, hypocritical and self-supporting...

But Wu Zhiyuan walked in. He didn't wear a suit or tie. He just casually wore a white half-sleeved T-shirt, blue jeans and canvas shoes.

As soon as he walked in, he looked abrupt and out of place with the neat and bright restaurant around him.

A well-dressed waitress walked in with a smile and a stiff accent: Sir, is there anything you can do for you?"

"Hmm?" Wu Zhiyuan frowned and stared at her.

"Sir, are there any reservations?" She still kept a stiff smile.

"A cup of coffee!"

Wu Zhiyuan answered the question that was wrong, walked to a position by the window, sat down, and stared at the windowsill in a daze.

The waiter was a little at a loss. She had received so-called professional training and it was not the first time she encountered this situation. However, when she saw the hideous scars on Wu Zhiyuan's face, she was a little scared. She followed Wu Zhiyuan to the seat while walking, but she did not dare to get too close.

"A cup of coffee!" Wu Zhiyuan still looked out the window, as if he was talking to himself.

"Oh! Wait!" she woke up, said in panic, and then left.

Wu Zhiyuan picked up his cell phone and dialed the number that Zheng Yong gave him when he left. Soon, the waitress came over with coffee.

"You can use it slowly!" As he said that, he didn't forget to look at him secretly, and then walked away.

"Should you wait!" Wu Zhiyuan stopped her. She was confused, but she still kept calm and walked over.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Wu Zhiyuan handed her six red bills and said softly.

"This..." The waiter put his hands in the air, and she didn't know whether to answer.

"Please keep it, depending on your age, you are still in school. It's not easy to go out to work on weekends!" Wu Zhiyuan said without hesitation and put the money in her hand. She held the money tightly in her hand, then looked up and looked at him deeply, standing motionless, with a somewhat complicated expression.

Wu Zhiyuan ignored him anymore, picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said to himself: "The taste of time is very bitter!"

"You go and do it!" Wu Zhiyuan looked at her and forced a smile.

The girl looked at her and felt that the scars on his face were a little cute. She was no longer nervous, stuck out her tongue, said thank you, and left.

Wu Zhiyuan watched her leave and he smiled.

He knew that her thank you was not because of giving her hundreds of dollars to tip.

Wu Zhiyuan continued to drink coffee. A strong smell of perfume came to his nose, and he raised his brows and raised his head slightly.

A woman with heavy makeup appeared in front of him.

She looked only twenty-seven or eight years old, and very tall. She was wearing a red coat, and she had a melon-shaped face, black hair, and curved eyebrows, as delicate as willow moon. Her lips were bright red, like red wine, and beautiful.

She is very charming, but not vulgar.

There is no doubt that this is a stunning woman. But Wu Zhiyuan didn't understand why she wrapped herself tightly in May.

Is she afraid of something?

She stood there pretty, very dignified and elegant. Wu Zhiyuan was looking at her, and her eyes were also looking at Wu Zhiyuan with her steadily.

"Is it Xiaoyuan?" She broke the silence and spoke crisply. Her voice was very ethereal, like a lark.

"Aunt Mei?" Wu Zhiyuan asked a little awkwardly and uncertainly.

He was really surprised that he had never seen her before, but only learned about her from his father. He didn't expect that she was so young and could not be as old as he was.

He had been thinking about what kind of woman he was, and asked his father to fight for her and kill people for her. Now when he saw her, he felt relieved.

"It's me!" She smiled reluctantly and sat down. She was also deeply surprised. In her opinion, he should be a handsome and gentle college student, and now it seems like a world of difference.

Wu Zhiyuan looked at her and felt a little complicated and didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to speak for a while. The two of them immediately looked at each other and the atmosphere was a little dull.

"Actually, until now, I don't know whether I should see you. But I still couldn't help calling you. You are very beautiful!" In the end, Wu Zhiyuan broke the silence and thought for a while.

"You hate me very much!" She felt that Wu Zhiyuan thought that she was harming his father. He said that she was beautiful was not to praise her, but to mock her.

"No!" Wu Zhiyuan shook his head, naturally understanding her thoughts. He looked at her deeply, raised the cup of cooled coffee, and took a sip.

"It's just Aunt Mei, you're not tired when dealing with two men?"

Yang Qianmei looked at him gratefully, and was deeply surprised again. He was indeed different.

Since this incident happened, others thought she was a vixen and hooked up with men everywhere, which caused one to die and the other to suffer prison. But from Wu Zhiyuan's eyes, she could see that he really didn't blame her, even without any resentment.

In fact, she knew that she had just returned to Ancheng. She hadn't met until now. He had been hiding in her. Why didn't she? She seemed calm just now, but she was actually very nervous. She was ready to welcome Wu Zhiyuan's verbal attack like a storm. Unexpectedly, Wu Zhiyuan called her aunt and did not blame her, and she couldn't help feeling relaxed.

"Xiaoyuan, you misunderstood." She said, waving her hand behind her, "Waiter! A cup of coffee!"

"Since I followed Brother Long, he is the only one!"

"Although the dead are the most important, I'll tell the truth, Liu Xiong is a scoundrel, and I don't have much interaction with him at all."

Yang Qianmei was a little lost. Seeing Wu Zhiyuan silent, she continued, "At that time, your father and I had been together for more than a year. He had been harassing me, and I had warned him many times, but he was always entangled. Brother Long also gave a lesson for this!"

"That night, he suddenly came with a knife and wanted to hurt me, but your father took the knife over. He wanted him to leave and was fine, but he didn't expect that he was unwilling to give up and cursed me. In the end, Brother Long... stabbed him twice and he died on the spot!"

"I was the one who harmed your father!" Yang Qianmei said, tears quietly falling.

"Aunt Mei! Just forget it when you go!"

Wu Zhiyuan handed her a tissue, but he didn't know that after his father's knife, the two families were broken.

There is also a woman in her prime, with shame and self-blame and facing a broken life.

"Miss, your coffee!" The waiter placed the coffee in front of Liu Qianmei.

"Thank you!" She took a sip, "It's so bitter!"

"Aunt Mei! What are your plans in the future?"

"I want to atone for him!" Yang Qianmei said firmly, took out a stack of money from her bag and handed it to Wu Zhiyuan, "There is some money here, you can take it first! You need money to go to college!"

Wu Zhiyuan shook his head, said nothing, and pushed the money in front of her.

"Oh! There is a Jade Guanyin here. I used to ask for something in the temple. You wear it to ensure safety." She smiled reluctantly, "I always thought that I would give it to you when you come back, but you never came back. I didn't expect to meet in this situation. No matter what, you must be fine in the future!"

"Okay! I'll accept it!" Wu Zhiyuan took it and put it on his neck. Then he got up, walked towards her, bent down, hugged her gently, and then whispered in her ear: "You are a good woman, my father is worth it! Find someone again while you are young and live a good life!"

After Wu Zhiyuan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Looking at his back, Yang Qianmei was stunned and sat blankly, tears slid down again.

Her tears, at this moment, were crystal clear!

She looked out the window, which was the direction of a prison.

It is so close, but out of reach.
Chapter completed!