Chapter 8

It was late at night, and the two entered the room.

Shen Zhao stood in front of the bed for a while, she pursed her lips, and said in a manic voice, "I'm going out to make a phone call, you go to sleep first."

After speaking, she strode towards the balcony as if she had run away.

Song Ling looked up at her. There was a faint light on the balcony, illuminating her back.

She stared at the back, suddenly pulled her lips and smiled.

Shen Zhao stood on the balcony, the sky outside was pitch black, the lights in the distance went out, and he couldn't see his fingers.

She took out her mobile phone and looked at the time. It should have just passed seven o'clock in Jiangcheng in China at this moment.

Sier didn't contact her all day today.

Shen Zhao looked down at the WeChat dialog box, and the conversation still stayed in the early morning when she posted photos.

She was stunned, opened the address book, and dialed Sier's phone number.

In the room, Song Ling changed into her pajamas. There was only a small night light in the room, which dimly illuminated the corner of the bed. She opened her notebook and dealt with the affairs accumulated by the company in the past few days.

The sound insulation of this room is not very good. Even if the balcony door is closed, Song Ling can still hear the sound of Shen Zhao outside.

And the voice of the girl named Raisel.

Conversations are normal and very

warm

It belongs to the dialogue and love words between ordinary couples.

After a long time on the phone, the two seemed to have an inexhaustible lingering and affectionate relationship.

Song Ling gradually lost her mind. After finishing her official business, she closed the computer, covered the quilt and lay down.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Zhao frowned and said goodbye to the person on the phone with a smile: "I love you so much, Sier."

The other end of the phone didn't know what to say. Song Ling could imagine that the girl on the balcony must have a happy smile on her face at the moment.

Hanging up the phone, Shen Zhao smiled and looked at the call number on the screen.

Joy made her excited, not sleepy at all.

Suddenly remembering something, she turned her head and looked into the room.

There was only a faint light, Song Ling lay there on the side of the bed, Shen Zhao could only see her back, and her shoulders rose and fell smoothly with her breathing.

Probably fell asleep.

Shen Zhao lightly returned to the room, washed up, and then tiptoed to the other side of the bed like a thief.

There are two quilts and two pillows on the bed.

Shen Zhao stared at the big bed for a while, and finally turned off the light at the head of the bed and lay there on his side.

She raised her hand and suddenly touched the ear drill on the earlobe, she paused, then reached out and took it off and put it on the head of the bed.

I don't know if it was her illusion or the reflection of the light on the balcony. She caught a glimpse of the blue ear drill and blinked slightly for a moment.

Without thinking much, she glanced at the curtains that didn't block much light, thinking that it was just a reflection.

Shen Zhao didn't recognize the bed, as long as he was tired, he could sleep soundly anywhere.

Song Ling couldn't fall asleep. She closed her eyes and listened to the even and steady breathing beside her.

The sound of breathing was so deep that Song Ling listened to it almost all night.

The night in Jieli was very long. don't know how long it took, Song Ling felt a warmth coming from behind her. She slowly opened her eyes. The dark eyes merged with the dark night.

The hand reached in from under the quilt, looking for the source of warmth in the arm.

The room became a little cold in the middle of the night, Song Ling felt that the blanket seemed to be cold no matter how you covered it.

He turned around calmly, and the moment he turned his face, Song Ling was stunned.

That face is in front of him, infinitely enlarged, with fair skin, closed eyes, and slightly involuntarily raised lips.

Today is her nineteenth birthday, just past twelve o'clock.

Young girls are so charming and beautiful.

The quilt on Shen Zhao didn't know when it was behind her, only half of her body was covered, and half of it was exposed.

Song Ling gently stretched out her arm, her fingers pinched the quilt on the other side of her, moving gently and slowly, covering her body.

That hand was still attached to her armpit.

Song Ling was afraid of pressing her down and waking her up, so she raised her hand like this and put her pillow under her head.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing outside the window, making the balcony squeak.

Song Ling couldn't sleep anymore. She had symptoms of insomnia, so she brought medicine with her, but it was inconvenient to get out of bed now.

She frowned slightly, and her eyes fell on that face.

This face is actually not similar to Ah Jin, but the eyes are very similar to Ah Jin when he was eighteen years old, innocent and pure, clear and clear.

When it was slightly dawn, Song Ling only took a light sleep.

Shen Zhao slept well and didn't wake up all night. When he opened his eyes, it was already bright outside the window.

She opened her eyes and looked out the window, her expression dazed for a while, before she suddenly remembered that she was abroad at the moment.

It took another half a minute to remember where I slept.

She sat up abruptly, looked left and right, there was no one on the big bed.

And she, at the moment, was sleeping in the same position Song Ling had slept in last night, and she was also covered with two quilts.

Just stunned, the door of the room was pushed open, and Song Ling came in with a bag.

Seeing the person sitting up on the bed, she said softly, "Wake up."

Shen Zhao scratched his head, hummed, and suddenly asked, "Then I... I should have slept fairly well last night."

Song Ling put the things on the table, paused with her fingers, and lowered her eyes and said deliberately, "No, you put your hand under my quilt in the middle of the night."

Shen Zhao screamed, his face blushed suddenly, and blood dripped from his ears, and he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I've always been dishonest in my sleep, I'll ask if there is any room available later, I'm really sorry—"

Song Ling turned around, admiring her sullen expression, and suddenly felt happy.

Seeing that she was leaving, she changed her tone and said with a smile, "I'm kidding you, no, it's so cold, you wrap it up like a zongzi and hang it by the bed, I'm afraid you catch a cold, so I will The quilt is over you."

Seeing that her explanation was realistic and sincere, Shen Zhao was half-believing and half-doubting: "Really?"

Song Ling fixed her eyes and asked, "Why should I lie to you?"

Shen Zhao choked up, and she thought so too. She met her by chance, and there were very few intersections. If it wasn't for this aurora journey, she was afraid that she wouldn't even talk to her.

Song Ling changed the subject and said, "I bought something to eat downstairs. After eating, there are still a few scenic spots in the town. We can go around together."

Shen Zhao nodded and said, "Okay."

The biggest scenery in Jerry is the aurora, in addition, there are some historical sites.

Jieri is known as the "Ship Graveyard", the end of the world is deserted. Abandoned ships are parked on the barren Arctic Ocean, indicating that this place was once prosperous.

They stayed in Teri for three days, and in the early morning of the fourth day, they took a special bus to the city of Murmansk.

Murmansk is also some attractions, the statue of Soldier Alyosha, the nuclear-powered icebreaker Lenin, and the husky park sleigh ride that Shen Zhao is most looking forward to.

She had only seen it in movies before. In the snowy field, a few sled dogs pulled the sled, which fulfilled all her fantasies about the ice and snow city.

Shen Zhao took a lot of photos. There are many more people in Murmansk than in Teri, and indigenous people and tourists from all over the world can be seen everywhere.

In the Husky Park, Song Ling stood beside him, watching Shen Zhao sitting on the sleigh in the snow, galloping, and the crisp silver bell's smile echoed throughout the park.

She was happy, even happier than when she saw the aurora in Jerry.

Song Ling picked up her mobile phone, turned on the camera facing the back in the distance, and took the only photo she took in Russia.

The remaining two days went by quickly, and at three o'clock in the evening on the last day, the two returned to the hotel. Ready to pack up and go home.

There was no accident in the hotel booked in Murmansk, and the two rooms were not in the same direction.

Song Ling had few things with her. After packing, she dragged the suitcase and walked to the door of Shen Zhao's room on the other side of the corridor.

She raised her hand and knocked, and the door opened from inside.

"Alright? Going to go."

Shen Zhao dragged the two large boxes that came when he came, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay."

The two went downstairs and checked out at the front desk.

Song Ling stood in front of Shen Zhao, Shen Zhao raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the passport book in Song Ling's hand. For so many days, apart from knowing that her name was Song Ling, she didn't know anything about this person.

Shen Zhao glanced at Song Ling's passport, and only saw the column of birthplace and birthday.

Jiangcheng native, date of birth ×××, 27 years old.

Eight years older than her.

Shen Zhao thought about this, and his face was a little stunned.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Ling finished, and when she turned around, she caught a glimpse of her in a daze.

Shen Zhao came back to his senses, hurriedly said nothing, and walked to the front desk to check out.

The two-way return flight went smoothly without any delays.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the plane arrived at Jiangcheng Airport as scheduled.

Shen Zhao and Song Ling separated at the exit of the airport. Before leaving, Shen Zhao said with a smile, "Thank you, Song Ling, if I didn't have you on this trip, I would definitely encounter a lot of trouble."

The corners of Song Ling's lips pursed slightly and said, "Meeting is fate."

"Anyway, thank you very much, it's an unforgettable experience." Shen Zhao waved goodbye to her, turned and walked towards the taxi passage.

Song Ling looked at the people who were walking away. In the middle of the night, the street lights shone on her side, revealing a little desolate taste.

Assistant Ji Mingshu drove early in the morning and waited for the exit. As soon as the boss came out, she saw Shen Zhao, and when she caught a glimpse of the blue diamond on her earlobe, she was suddenly stunned.

It's the Oppenheimer blue diamond.

The diamond itself is nothing, what shocked Ji Mingshu was the tiny tracker hidden in the rose frame outside the diamond. The silver rose frame is unique and unique. On the day of the auction, the boss took the ear diamond, not for a diamond, but for the tracker that is invisible to the naked eye.

It is said to be the latest technology of a certain HK, and I have never even seen it in China.

The boss actually gave the ear drill to Shen Zhao...

Ji Mingshu was stunned, and after a while, he pulled back his thoughts, and looked at the two people not far away in disbelief.

After the people left, she drove the car over.

Get off the car, walk over to pick up the luggage in her hand, and greet her, "Boss, is the journey going well?"

Song Ling responded lightly, her expression dazed, as if she hadn't returned to her senses.

A week later, in the office.

There was a mobile phone on Song Ling's desk, a special software device was being opened on the screen, and the positioning on it was gradually deviating.

The address is from Jiangcheng to Tingcheng.

Jiangcheng and Tingcheng are not far away, and the high-speed rail is only about two hours away.

You don't need to think about it, you know that Shen Zhao went to Tingcheng to find Rui Sier.

Ji Mingshu came in from outside the door, put the document on the table, glanced at the screen of her mobile phone, and was suddenly stunned.

Song Ling stood in front of the window and heard the voice behind him suddenly disappear.

She said softly, "Is it all done?"

Ji Mingshu raised her head to look at Song Ling's back, and for a moment, she suddenly felt that the person in front of her was like a ghost in hell.

She understood and replied coldly: "It's done, there will be someone in Tingcheng at any time."

Song Ling was silent, and after a while, he said lightly, "That's good."

It was pouring rain outside the window, she looked at the pouring rain and mist, her thoughts gradually drifted away.

In fact, there should be no more intersections.

However, she underestimated her desire.