On the Seven Towers

"Aunt Li, why do you say that? I am really a teacher at Huaxia University. I can show you my work permit." Luo Ling took out a card from her bag with her name, school and department written on it. .

Mother He handed it back to her at a glance, took out a mobile phone and said: "Teacher Luo, there are too many such certificates now, and I can't tell whether they are true or false. But you are definitely not here to express condolences on behalf of the school, are you? Those of us who are missing There is a group for the family members of the deceased. Teacher Ma from the Huaxia University Trade Union is also in the group. In the past, if anything happened, she would contact us. But I just asked, and she said that the school did not arrange anyone. Send gifts and visit, and no one else in the group came to visit.”

"You are not reporters. Are you here to dig up news after two years?" Father He shouted loudly and asked, "From the beginning, there have been some unscrupulous reporters who have come to make articles about disappearing people like my daughter. What kind of excavation? I searched for the truth behind the matter, but what I found out later was all nonsense and lies! My daughter is gone. No matter what happened, it was not for people to gain attention!"

Luo Ling and Xiao Chen suddenly felt very embarrassed. But she immediately said: "Uncle He, Aunt Li, we are definitely not reporters, and we are not here to publish any articles. Please believe me, the purpose of my coming here is just... to investigate the background situation for a research."

"Research? It's been two years, so many white coats have been researching in that pit for a long time, and they haven't even given us a conclusion. You can't see the dead or the dead. What else do you want to study? We will also do the background check you mentioned. It’s more than once. It’s easy for you to just say hello and leave, but do you know how many days Xiaoxi’s mother will be sad after talking about these things?” Father He asked.

"Yes. Although we don't know what the truth is, it seems that a natural or man-made disaster fell on our creek. What's the point of coming to our house and asking questions?" Mother He said with red eyes. , "Although I don't know much about these things, I don't believe the reason you gave me."

Luo Ling stepped forward and took He's mother's hand and said, "Aunt Li, I understand your feelings very well, but of course there is a reason for us to ask these things. Please also rest assured that everything you said here, we They will all be kept confidential. As for the content of our research, I don’t want to lie to you, but I really can’t tell you.”

Mother He suddenly grabbed Luo Ling's hand and said: "Teacher Luo, Teacher Luo, have you made any new discoveries? What clues have you found? It's been two years. I haven't had a good night's sleep in the past two years. I often I would miss Xiaoxi so much in the middle of the night that I couldn't sleep. When I fell asleep, I would wake up crying because of my dream about her. No one could give me an answer. I beg you, can you tell me what happened to her. What's the matter? I don't dare to expect her to come back to me, but as long as I know what's going on with her, it doesn't matter whether she is dead or alive. Teacher Luo, you will be a mother in the future, and you will definitely understand me. Are you concerned about your daughter?"

"Aunt Li, of course I understand you. However, there are some things I really can't tell you..." Luo Ling said.

"Oh, this..." He's mother probably didn't ask for help much, but she didn't know how to say the next words.

At this time, Father He, who had always seemed very tough, suddenly took a step forward and knelt on the ground: "Teacher Luo, what I said earlier is not nice, please don't worry about it, but if you really know something, please tell us. I... …I kneel down for you.”

"Hey, Uncle He, if you have something to say, please say it. Don't be like this." Xiao Chen hurriedly stepped forward and helped Father He who was kneeling.

Father He struggled for a few times, but Xiao Chen was much stronger than him, so he still pulled him up from the ground. He said: "We are at this age and have seen a lot of people and things. You are I can still tell whether I know something real or fake. I know you must also have difficulties, but if you look at the photos on the wall and look at the two of us now, this is really not a life for human beings. . To say it is unpleasant, it is really sad that the child had a car accident on the road, or died of illness, but we will not let it go, but this thing is so inexplicable that a good person disappeared like this. If we don’t know the truth, how can we get over this hurdle?”

Seeing that Father He was in a hurry, Xiao Chen started coughing and said hurriedly: "Uncle He, please stop and take a breath."

Father He sat on the sofa and looked up at Xiao Chen: "We are not forcing you to make mistakes, we are just begging you. I swear to God, if you say anything, we will never tell it."

Xiao Chen looked at this man blankly, and somehow he remembered his parents. His own parents in another world were also so eager to know where he was going, right? If they had the slightest chance and met someone who might know the truth, would they kneel down and plead with them?

Xiao Chen couldn't help but said: "Uncle He, Aunt Li, there are some things we keep hidden, which are actually beyond the general understanding of the public. Even if we tell some truths, others may not believe them, but think that we are madman."

Mother He said: "This is really because you worry too much. You said that two years ago, so many people in such a big school disappeared. Is there anything more incredible than this? Have you ever seen this scene? In the future, what should we not believe? No matter how bizarre you are about to say, please tell us."

Xiao Chen looked back at Luo Ling. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he said to He's father and mother; "Please give me a pencil and a piece of paper."

He's father and mother didn't understand, but they quickly brought what Xiao Chen wanted.

Xiao Chen spread the white paper on the coffee table, held the pencil and started to draw.

He originally had some basic painting skills. Since he started to create things in the meditation world, his ability in this area has become stronger and stronger. Even if he can't be called an artist now, he has no problem drawing something in a realistic style.

The pencil rustled in his hand, and He's father and mother watched him sketch a half-length portrait of a person on the paper, and then the facial features of the portrait gradually emerged. The image was different from He Xiaoxi in all the photos in the room, and it looked much more mature, but He's father and mother still recognized her when her eyes appeared.

"Xiaoxi!" He's mother looked at her daughter's increasingly clear face and couldn't help but cover her mouth and shout softly.