Professor, your turtle!

During the lunch break, Ji Fan hid secretly in the toilet cubicle and tried to call Chen Zhen.

As expected, no one answered.The few messages he sent earlier were also marked as "unread".

Ji Fan hesitated again and again, and edited a text message to Guan Yu, but he received a reply quickly, asking him to meet at the playground after school.

The campus in early summer is very quiet. There are far away students running on the playground, or taking a walk after a meal.

"Actually, Chen Zhen...every one or two months, he would ask for leave to leave school, sometimes for half a day, sometimes for a week." Guan Yu scratched his head, "It seems that he wasn't here at this time last year."

Ji Fan said, "Do you know where he went to school before?"

"Probably in the north. I don't know the details. I only know that he had a car accident in his sophomore year of high school, and he seems to have been out of school for a whole year."

"A car accident?"

Guan Yu nodded and lowered his voice, "Someone also peeked at his family status questionnaire. It seems that his parents all passed away in that car accident. Many people in the class believed this statement, but we were afraid that he would be sad, so we didn't Ask him carefully."

Ji Fan was a little surprised and raised his eyes to look at the other party.

Guan Yu felt embarrassed, "Hey, no matter what happened in the past, the purpose of transferring to another school must be to start over. Since he doesn't want to mention it, why would he use the past to harass others?"

Ji Fan nodded, the boy in front of him was not good looking, but he was indeed a good monitor.

"However, there is one more thing..." Guan Yu hesitated.

"how?"

"I haven't mentioned this to anyone yet." Guan Yu weighed it in and continued, "Actually, I met him in Xigui Mountain during Qingming last year."

Ji Fan was stunned for a moment, Xigui Mountain is the largest local cemetery in City H, and most of the citizens are buried there after their deaths.

However, Chen Zhen obviously transferred here, his hometown is in the north, and his parents should be buried elsewhere, so why did he go to the cemetery in City H?

Guan Yu said that he didn't know either, but that day when he was going down the mountain after offering sacrifices to his ancestors, he happened to see him walking up the mountain holding a few bunches of white chrysanthemums. .Guan Yu didn't react at all at the time, so he didn't ask the other party who he was going to worship.

"Maybe it's a distant relative," Guan Yu speculated, "You can ask Lao Xu, maybe the teacher has registered his relative's contact information."

——This is indeed an important piece of information. If Chen Zhen has relatives in the local area, then he will be able to find some clues by following the clues.

Ji Fan immediately thought about it, don't pass the test, and planned to go to the staff office before the teacher got off work.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned the corner, he ran into Fu Mingyuan who had just finished eating.

Ji Fan froze for a moment, but before he could speak, he saw Fu Mingyuan's eyes fixed, and he shot towards his back as if with substance, where Guan Yu was chasing him out from the base of the wall.

Unexpectedly, while running, this man raised his mobile phone and yelled, "Remember to send me a message later!"

Ji Fan "..."

Fu Mingyuan: "Oh."

Guan Yu squeaked to a halt, feeling an inexplicable chill, "Professor Fu, Fu!" He was a little dazed. During the mobilization meeting in the morning, Professor Fu was still facing the students like a spring breeze. Why did he seem to have changed in private? personal?

Ji Fan raised his forehead, and quickly found an excuse to push him away first, and then turned his head to coax others.

No matter what he said, Fu Mingyuan was noncommittal and pursed his lips in displeasure.

Knowing that the two of them were just investigating, and he couldn't do such a thing as an excuse, but rationality is rational, and in his heart, he still made a strong note of that kid surnamed Guan.

——I can't discuss where, do I have to come to such a secluded place?

He saw that Ji Fan was naturally kind, so he took it for granted that everyone thought so.

In the fairy tale, the little prince put a glass cover on the rose.Fu Mingyuan thought rather angrily, if it were him, he would have to change to a thick cover made of iron, so that no one else could covet his treasures.

Ji Fan said that his mouth was a little dry, and he naturally took the thermos pot that Fu Mingyuan was carrying and took a sip.

Looking up again, I saw Fu Mingyuan staring at the edge of the kettle in his hand, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't tell what his expression was, but his anger seemed to disappear suddenly.

Ji Fan didn't know why, so he licked the corner of his lips and handed the teapot back to him, "Do you want to drink too?"

At this moment, a suspicious stiffness flashed across Fu Mingyuan's face, he grabbed the kettle, and without saying much, he turned the lid tightly.He glanced away, and said casually, "Don't you want to go to the office to look at the roster?"

"Oh yes!" Ji Fan exclaimed in a low voice, and looked at the time, "It's so late, shouldn't it be off work?"

"Even if someone is still there, are you sure he will let you flip through?" Fu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Not sure," Ji Fan drooped his shoulders, "But you have to ask to know..."

There was a soft jingle.Fu Mingyuan stretched out his hand, a bunch of old brass keys hung on his slender fingers.

He looked a little smug, "Tsk, can that kid Guan Yu take you into the office?"

Ji Fan "..." Hey, why are you still thinking about this episode!

"Heh." Teacher Fu's mood improved, and he said generously, "Come with me."

It was dusk, and the lights in the third-year mathematics office had been turned off, and the setting sun was halfway through the small pane on the top of the wooden door.

Fu Mingyuan acted cautiously, knocked on the door and waited for a while to make sure that there was no one inside, then took out the key from his pocket, pushed the door open and entered.

Ji Fan followed him, and the two quickly dug out a thick roster from the filing cabinet.

The roster records the family information of the students, and there are various remarks, such as "xx's mother works at night, pay attention to the time when contacting", or "xx lives with grandma, the old man needs to speak loudly when he is hard of hearing" and so on.

It can be seen that the head teacher of Class 6 is a meticulous woman, and she has a clear understanding of almost every student's family situation.

However, when he turned to the next page, Ji Fan was stunned for a moment, and saw that among the densely packed information, only Chen Zhen's name was blank, and he reluctantly filled in a guardian, who was his grandma.

The two looked at each other, and Fu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows, "Is his grandmother also in City H? The call seems to be local..."

Ji Fan shook his head and said, "There's no need to call, this is Chen Zhen's own number."

The old man is getting old, and it is impossible to take care of his grandchildren comprehensively, not to mention that Chen Zhen only left his mobile phone. No wonder those classmates said that even the head teacher could not figure out the whereabouts of this person.

"Chen Zhen, so it's this 'Zhen'." Fu Mingyuan scanned the form with his fingertips, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"what happened?"

"It just seems familiar...Chen Zhen." Fu Mingyuan thought for a moment, then shook his head, "It's nothing."

Ji Fan glanced at him, wrote down the old man's name and registered home address, and stuffed the information booklet back into the cabinet.

That night, Fu Mingyuan left beforehand.After evening self-study, Ji Fan walked home alone, always feeling a little restless.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy veil, and he could clearly feel that he was only one step away from the truth, but he couldn't piece together the fragmentary clues no matter what.

——If Chen Zhen still doesn't reply to the message tomorrow, he will go to his house to check.

Ji Fan made up his mind and pushed open the courtyard door with his backhand, but unexpectedly saw a thin figure standing in the darkness.

He thought it was Chen Zhen at first, and almost blurted it out. After squinting for a while, he realized it was his mother.

Chen Youqing was wearing a dark suit, dusty and dusty, as if he had just rushed back from the outside, for some reason he was standing in the yard in a daze.

Hearing the sound, she turned her head as if waking up from a dream, "Are you back?" She patted the hem of the dress as if to cover up, stepped up the stairs, turned on the hall light, and said, "Come in."

It was only then that Ji Fan noticed that the bottoms of her low-heeled leather shoes were full of mud, and the uppers of her shoes were covered with a lot of mud and grass clippings, making mud marks every time she stepped on it.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but under the dim light, Chen Youqing looks a little older, his face is more tired than the previous few days, and his eyes are slightly black.

"Mom..." Ji Fan frowned slightly.

Probably due to lack of energy, Chen Youqing didn't blame him for dawdling, but just said, "Come in first, it's cold outside." When these words came out of her mouth, it was almost affectionate.

Ji Fan nodded, and obediently walked into the entrance.

The two faced each other and quietly put on their slippers.Ji Fan hesitated again and again, and couldn't help but ask, "Mom, you just came back?"

"Well," she didn't look up, "I have something to do today."

As usual, Ji Fan probably wouldn't have pressed the question any further, but tonight's mother looked very talkative, so he raised his head subconsciously, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Chen Youqing paused, probably realizing that his attitude towards his son was too cold, and added stiffly, "I'm going to visit the grave."

Before Ji Fan could react, he heard Chen Youqing continue, "...for your little uncle."

There was a sudden jump in his heart, as if something had loosened. The topic of "little uncle" has always been a taboo at home, Ji Fan knew that this person was Chen Youqing's youngest brother and died young, Ji Fan knew nothing about it.

There are only mother and child in the room, and outside the window is a high and distant full moon, casting a cold and clear light, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the night wind is whispering.

Late at night always makes people unconsciously let go of their guards.

Chen Youqing stood in the dining room for a while, then pulled out the chair and sat down on her own, rubbing the space between her brows tiredly.

"Today is his death day," she said in a low voice, and she didn't know who she was speaking to. "He and his mother were very close when they were young."

Ji Fan didn't leave, nor did he answer.

"He's so smart, so hardworking, obviously he should be..." The corners of Chen Youqing's lips were drawn into a straight line, a trace of sullenness flashed across his face, and then it turned into a touch of sadness.

She glanced at Ji Fan with her head tilted, and she didn't know what emotion was in her eyes, "It is said that my nephew looks like my uncle, but you look a lot like him. That's why I always..." She stopped talking suddenly, got up staggeringly, and went upstairs Take an old photo album from the Internet.

"Look, don't they look alike?" Chen Youqing took out a group photo and put it in front of Ji Fan. In the photo, she looked cold, and beside her, her brother who was hugging her affectionately smiled softly.

Chen Youqing touched the photo cherishingly, and smiled slightly.

In fact, Ji Fan has seen photos of "him" a long time ago, and knows that the two of them look similar.It's just that compared to that photo, the people here look much softer.

Ji Fan still remembers the single photo taken by the seaside, "he" was terribly thin, his wrists were stiffened, his face was full of melancholy, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were cloudy and dark, like a rusted knife.

And the "he" here bends his eyes slightly, looks at the camera with a smile, or, is looking at the person taking the photo, with an indescribable warmth in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Ji Fan played with the thin photo, turned it to the back, and was stunned suddenly, only to see the vigorous and powerful pen writing on it, which read

To You Zhen my friend.

Youzhen...Chen Youzhen?He knew that the previous generation of the Chen family all came from the word "you", and Chen Youqing used the word "you" because she was a daughter.

Ji Fan opened his eyes slightly. Looking at the signature, the photo was probably taken by a friend, and it was specially edited and sent to the two protagonists, so... "Youzhen" is the real name of the little uncle?

"Then, the person who took the photo is..." He looked up suspiciously.

Chen Youqing also caught a glimpse of the words, his face changed slightly, he grabbed the photo and pressed it on the table.

"No one." Her tone was extremely cold, "I don't know anyone."

She refused to say more, but a tall and thin figure suddenly flashed in Ji Fan's mind - the name "Chen Zhen", does it have anything to do with "You Zhen"...?