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Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frown.

Luo Zhao was surprised when he saw it and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Fu Minghui shook his head. "It's just that you're a bit conspicuous, so you're not suitable for tracking work."

Luo Zhaomo.

I don't know whether Fu Minghui is praising him or showing disdain. But he is used to being noticed by women all the time, and he has become numb and not very sensitive.

Fortunately, Leng Jing doesn't seem to pay attention to the outside world.

"The result at the hospital... wasn't a good one, was it?" Fu Minghui sat down and saw the calm expression. He couldn't help but feel sad and asked in a low voice.

In order to avoid being heard by others, she stayed closer to Luo Zhao.

And as we all know, the seats in McDonald's are quite cramped. In addition, Luo Zhao is tall, and she looks like she is leaning on Luo Zhao's arms and whispering, which is undoubtedly the appearance of a young couple.

This time, her whole attention was not on Luo Zhao, so she didn't pay attention to the intimacy between the two of them. Her eyes were all on Leng Jing.

The calm seat was at the corner of the first floor of the restaurant, facing the stairs. It seemed that the seat there was forced because of the large number of people, and it was just a single table.

The front and sides are sandwiched between two long tables, making it inconvenient to enter and exit, and you're almost squeezed in there.

Leng Jing just sat there without even taking off her coat. Her slender body was wrapped in all black, making her look like an outsider in this noisy world.

Although I was sitting in the middle of the hustle and bustle, I seemed completely out of tune with this bustle, and even with the worldly atmosphere. I was isolated and felt extremely desolate.

In front of her was what seemed to be a children's meal, but it was opened but untouched. She tilted her head and looked out the window at the busier snack street.

Even though it was noon and a weekday, there was still a huge crowd of people outside because there was a famous performance.

But the bustle seemed to be separated from her by mountains and seas.

Looking at this scene, Fu Minghui's eyes even felt a little hot.

She didn't need Luo Zhao to answer, she already knew that if she calmly greeted it, it would definitely be bad news, possibly of a bad kind.

He is so distraught, which is very telling.

"Eat something first." Luo Zhao's voice sounded gentle, but he was talking about the situation he had followed. "She arrived at the hospital at 9:30. The doctor in front of her had a patient, so she was delayed for some time. It was not her turn until 10:30. She stayed in the hospital for about half an hour and arrived here at 11:30. Then she just sat there, motionless."

"Is it okay for her to be like this?" Fu Minghui was worried and subconsciously wanted to stand up.

But Luo Zhao hugged her shoulders and said, "She is still digesting the negative information. Just like Lao Lu said, she doesn't need or want to be disturbed. We just need to keep an eye on her and decide what to do later."

He looked at her, "I know you want to help, but calm down and eat something. Aren't you hungry?"

Fu Minghui is hungry!

She hadn't eaten enough since morning and had also drunk Pu'er tea, so she was already starving and even had a burning sensation in her stomach.

But in order to get there as quickly as possible, I didn't eat anything at school.

Fortunately, Luo Zhao ordered the meal in advance. Even though she didn't like Western fast food, she was now hungry enough to eat two meal sets.

But for some reason, there seemed to be a ball of cold gas called sadness blocking her throat and empty stomach, making it impossible for her to swallow the food.

She naturally sympathized with Sister Leng, but she felt that the sadness did not belong to her, but to the calm. It was a little bitter, a little astringent, a little numb, and a lot of sadness.

There seemed to be an emotional resonance between her and Leng Jing.

"Eat." Luo Zhao ordered.

Fu Minghui took a bite of the hamburger and found that if he forced himself to swallow it, it wouldn't be so painful. It's like the sufferings in life, as long as you get through them and look back, you may find that they weren't that painful...

"So are we just going to wait like this?" she asked vaguely.

"We don't care about this matter, but we need to give them time to calm down." Luo Zhao raised his chin slightly, indicating the direction of calmness.

He picked up a French fry with his fingers and nibbled on it unconsciously.

"Then when the time and opportunity come, how should I tell her?" Fu Minghui was a little confused because he didn't expect the situation to be more extreme.

"This cannot be predetermined, and you don't need to." Luo Zhao said softly, "When the time comes and you stand in front of her, I think you will know what to say."

is it?

Fu Minghui expressed her doubts because she was starting to feel uneasy.

Tell it directly? Will it hurt people?

Beating around the bush? Would it be annoying?

And she was really unsure whether Sister Leng would be willing to talk to her? How could she start speaking the first word without sounding abrupt or deliberate?

Fu Minghui was worried and waiting anxiously.

In this way, Leng Jing sat from noon until dusk, and Fu Minghui and Luo Zhao also sat until dusk.

That’s the advantage of places like the Golden Arches, no one will pay attention and the staff won’t chase you away.

However, in order to prevent Leng Jing from suddenly leaving during the toilet, Fu Minghui did not dare to drink too much water or beverages, as his throat was so dry that it was smoking.

Only then did she realize that surveillance work was also very hard, but at least she ate something. Later, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she drank some water and took turns going to the toilet with Luo Zhao, but Leng Jing didn't touch the food on the table.

My heart was so cold that I had no interest in food.

Delicious food should make people feel happy.

Does Sister Leng no longer want happiness?

Fortunately, it was winter, and night fell quickly. At the moment when the street lights came on, Leng Jing suddenly moved.

Not only did she not touch the food, she herself also did not move, like a stone statue. Inexplicably, Fu Minghui was reminded of the sculptures at the riverside attractions.

It was also in that place that I first saw the woman in the water and the shadowy creature.

Leng Jing only raised her neck once throughout the whole afternoon. As if she sensed someone was monitoring her, or perhaps Fu Minghui's gaze was too strong, as if it was real, she glanced upstairs.

Fu Minghui was so scared that he turned away and buried his head in Luo Zhao's arms to avoid him.

She was calm and didn't know Luo Zhao. In addition, Luo Zhao was very calm, so she thought she was wrong and wanted to return to the state of a statue.

At this time, Leng Jing's body seemed to be stiff from sitting still for a long time. It took him a long time to stand up slowly and walk out even more slowly.

Luo Zhao and Fu Minghui hurried to follow.

As night falls, the snack street outside becomes more lively.

There were so many people, so in order to avoid getting lost, Luo Zhao pulled Fu Minghui and followed closer.

But calmness was like a wandering soul, moving among a group of lively people, as if it had no intersection with those smiling faces, shouting, and the rising aroma and smoke.

That kind of loneliness.

Fu Minghui suddenly felt like she was drowning in the crowd and wanted someone to pull her out.

This kind of loneliness in the midst of hustle and bustle is probably the ultimate loneliness.

The fourth update is completed.