For a while, Xin Junmao couldn't remember where he had seen the young man.
Perhaps the other person was too concerned about what other people thought of him, but the young man kept smiling and said this without looking back. "Why don't we all laugh together?"
"I don't know why I have to laugh." Xin Junmao gave a strange answer when he heard the question.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xin Junmao felt a little regretful. Why would he take the initiative to answer this apparently ordinary person?
Hearing this, the young man stroked the sleeping black cat curled up on his lap and said, ``If you worry too much about the reason, you won't be able to do anything good.''
Xin Junmao was silent for a while. I felt as if the young man in front of me had bee familiar to me, as if I had seen him somewhere before.
The roar of a train suddenly appeared in my mind, and I finally remembered this memory that I had almost forgotten.
He meets this young man and that night, returning from a failed interview, he accidentally hits him as he leaves the station.
``Are you the one I met at the station ticket gate that day?'' Xin Junmao was a little shocked. He didn't know why fate was always such a coincidence, but he met someone who actually had a chance encounter.
There was Zhang Xiaoxiao who died on the front line, and now he is among them.
Xin Junmao remembered Zhang Xiaoxiao and remembered what Zhang Xiaoxiao had said to him. Combined with the usual phenomena exhibited by today's youth, he noticed something else. He was shocked and said, “Did you know that there was another survivor besides Zhang Xiaoxiao that night during the last train murder incident?!”
Ling Ling smiled and turned around and said, "Don't be too loud. It's not polite to the people on the stage."
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