Continuously

On a boring and noisy afternoon, the guard in the security room was holding a bamboo stick to pick his ears. The poorly written register was covered with different shades of sunlight like a reflector. A man approached the school gate with a tall figure.

The man walked through the reception room as a matter of course, and just said the phrase "It's class time!" so grandiosely that He Zhi seemed rash.

Instead of following his usual footsteps to the bus stop across the road, he stood on the side of the road and hailed a taxi. The driver caught a glimpse of the blue school uniform stand-up collar in his white coat from the rearview mirror, and the silver zipper was dangling.

Yao An's right edge jumped twice.

He gritted his teeth hard, rubbed his cheeks again, trying to suppress the sudden discomfort.

"What's the matter, are you nervous?" Zhan Xing pushed his desk.

"No." Yao An kicked the corner of the table, "I was a little flustered."

"The monthly exam is a disaster." Zhan Xing said, "Isn't there no fear of heaven and earth, and you will be beaten to the ground with just one language?"

"Get lost." Yao An didn't bother to talk to him, and looked out the window.

There was a row of vacant desks and chairs in the corridor, Xiang Jingxuan and a few classmates stood by the desk, hurrying to memorize the key points on the last time scale before the exam, chanting words.

"Squad leader." Yao An shouted.

Mukai Xuan looked up from the compulsory chemistry course.

"Help me take down the phone." Yao An suppressed his voice, and pointed to the schoolbag with a corner protruding from the belly of the table in front of him, "It's on the outermost layer."

Xiang Jingxuan's eyes were glued to the book, and he persevered in reading a few lines of formulas before putting down the textbook. While the teacher was counting the test papers with his head down, he took out his mobile phone and handed it over.

"Why are you still pressing the button?" He said casually.

"I'm used to it."

The last bit of time was spent on starting up, the teacher recruited the students from outside and began to distribute the test papers.

Yao An took a stack, shook it, and the top one slid onto the table, and was about to send the rest back when his hands stopped in the air.

The students in the back seat didn't know why, so they had to take the initiative to take it.

On the phone screen were Yu Wan's missed calls, a total of 11 calls, almost without interruption.

Before Yao An could think about it, the next one called immediately.

He connected the phone and put the phone close to his ear, as if he was listening for an omen in the grand gap between the scrolling pages.

Yu Wan's tone was no longer as gentle and quiet as usual, she didn't care about any manners and timing, and she said out of the way: "Did Jian Qi come to see you?"

A boulder fell down.

Yao An opened his mouth to say something, and then realized that he didn't make any sound, so he repeated: "No, what happened?"

The teacher on the podium scolded him a few words, probably asking him to turn off the phone, but Yao An didn't know.

The only thing he heard was a sentence made up of intermittent words on the other end of the phone: Yao Jianqi is missing.

"I didn't see anyone in the third class in the morning. The teacher called me, but his phone didn't work..."

When the invigilator walked off the podium, Yao An stood up, stepped on the window frame, and jumped out.

The scenery as far as the eye can see changes along the way.

Noisy, bustling, empty, desolate, desolate, desolate...

There is a pool of water in the hollow of the sand pile, which records that there was an unsightly rain in this small area, and several vertical and horizontal ruts ran over the surroundings, like iron chains stretching horizontally .

A white butterfly flew into the middle of the mud, unintentionally and unintentionally.

"Is this the place?" The driver turned around suspiciously.

The people in the back row were looking out from the half-rolled windows, and there was no time to answer in the future.

They were stopping in front of a Georgian building. The castle-like roof was condensed with the last dim light of the sky, and the brick-red surface was outlined by blackness, giving it a strange solemnity.

Unfortunately, this is an unfinished building.

The lower body of the building is covered by a green protective net, and the naked steel and iron bars can be seen faintly, making it uniquely dilapidated.

The driver repeated again: "Yes..."

"It's troublesome." Yao Jianqi put the two red notes on the passenger seat and opened the door.

"Hey, student, I haven't changed the money yet." The driver yelled.

Yao Jianqi said, "No need."

"Shall I wait for you?" The driver looked around the sparsely populated place again, and said kindly, "You won't be able to get a taxi later."

Yao Jianqi stopped and leaned his upper body back: "Thank you, I won't answer..."

Under the waiting expression of the driver, he shook his head slightly and changed his words: "Someone is here to pick me up."

No one heard.

Yao An slammed his mobile phone against the wall, squatted down on the ground, stuck his fingers in his hair, and scratched his scalp with all his might.

He was outside Jiang Cong's studio, and in the studio, the drawing board with Yao Jianqi's initials written on the lower right corner was empty.

"Damn it." Yao An picked up the phone, the edges and corners were all scratched, he pressed it a few times, but it didn't break.

The screen lit up just in time, and his heart skipped a beat, but hope was quickly dashed.

"I'm downstairs in the studio." Yu Wan's voice seemed to have regained some calmness.

"Okay, I'm coming down now."

Yao An ran to the second floor from the safe passage, cursed again, and turned back to the studio.

He took down all the paintings on Yao Jianqi's easel, and said to Jiang Cong, "If he contacts you, please let me know as soon as possible."

"Okay." Jiang Cong nodded solemnly, knowing that he shouldn't ask more questions at this time.

Yao An thanked him and ran downstairs without stopping.

Yu Wan had already pushed the passenger door open for him, and Yao An sat in directly, with sweat dripping from his eyebrows: "Tell my dad, it's easier to find one more person."

The left side was silent and did not respond.

Yao An turned his head and found that Yu Wan was still driving without turning on the ignition.

"Auntie?" Yao An called to her.

Yu Wan's eyes were obviously red and swollen, and the careful makeup showed cracks, which looked like they would collapse at the touch of a touch.

However, she took a deep breath and said firmly to Yao An, "No."

"Why?" Yao An unconsciously raised his voice, almost as if he was asking.

"Jian Chi...wouldn't want others to know." Yu Wan closed her eyes and shook her head, "Including you, or apart from you, I don't know."

Yao An had a splitting headache.

"What the hell..." He took a breath and exhaled in confusion, "What is it?"

Yu Wan was even more panicked than him, she obviously remembered something, and her posture suddenly became unreliable.

"I, I can't..." She shook her head helplessly.

"I must know!" Yao An shouted.

There was deathly silence in the car.

"I beg you."

Yu Wan looked across in surprise.

"I want to help him." Yao An pleaded, bowing his waist, with all sincerity, "I want him to get better, and he promised me that he will get better."

Yu Wan didn't move, but suddenly wiped the corner of her eyes, and quickly wiped it on her neck.

She looked at the young man in front of her and the determination in his eyes, her heart filled with sadness and joy.

Her lips twitched for a while, before she finally said: "Jian Qi should be... looking for his father."