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"Lost Feasts"

Following the dark brown ruts to the hollow part of the building, Yao Jianqi saw a line of graffiti on a primitive concrete pillar.

Red spray paint flowed down from the end of the letters, opened on the ground like a lotus, and extended towards a downward staircase, where a paint can fell intentionally or unintentionally.

Yao Jianqi raised his eyes around, tilted his head, and sighed mockingly.

The driver was wrong.

It's obviously very lively here.

Inside the undecorated cement building, there are a dozen private cars parked along the wall. They are smooth and shiny, with a dignified appearance. The mud drops on the tires have dried up, and they look like impenetrable battlements from a distance.

Yao Jianqi walked to the stairs, and the moment he bent down, his pupils were illuminated by the light and noise from under the stairs. He picked up the spray paint can, shook it up and down, and walked to the wall of the car.

"呲-"

The red paint grinned sneeringly on the cars along the line.

When the phone couldn't be connected, Yu Wan felt a paradoxical relief under the burning.

She really couldn't take it anymore.

After a while, she shook her head at Yao An.

The vertical lines between Yao An's eyebrows deepened a little: "Call it again."

"It's useless, he won't answer my calls." Yu Wan smiled wryly, "We hardly contacted after the divorce."

"But Yao Jianqi went to look for him." Yao An insisted, "Isn't he his father!"

The hair on the front of the forehead trembled and fell down, Yu Wan didn't care about it, and straightened the steering wheel hesitantly.

Yao An forced himself to calm down and looked at her: "You still don't plan to tell me."

From the time they set off until now, the only thing Yu Wan told him was that she found out Lin Shuchen's phone number and address, but she never expected Yao Jianqi to be one step ahead of her.

"He's not... what you think." Yu Wan said with some difficulty, curling her fingers.

Refers to Lin Shuchen.

Yao An didn't say a word, and waited anxiously for her to finish speaking.

"He's a photographer."

From the stairs down, there are yellow industrial style decorative lights along the way, which are on and off.

The people at the bottom of the stairs were in groups of three or four, wearing formal dresses and suits, holding a gift of gin and tonic in transparent goblets, talking freely.

The B1 floor of this building is a spacious underground garage, which has been abandoned for many years. At this moment, there are several black and white photos hanging on the wall of the garage, illuminated by delicate lights, and a two-meter-high white photo frame is placed in the center. Divide the space into several fans, shadowy and shadowy.

It is like a well-arranged film festival.

Going to the innermost corner, the most inconspicuous corner is surrounded by the densest crowd. There are no other photos here, only a high stool placed in the center of the circle, and a projector is placed. The beam of light is sending the image to On a piece of white cloth held in place by a tack.

People stared intently, with sweet smiles on their lips.

Suddenly, with a "bang" metal landing, the projector was tilted by a heavy object, and the image on the white cloth shifted to the gray concrete wall, becoming a gray part.

The crowd erupted in mixed Chinese and English exclamations and surprises, as if the food that was in their mouths was unreasonably snatched away. Immediately, they set their sights on the culprit - a colorful spray paint can.

"It's crooked."

The voice came from behind, they turned their heads and saw a boy in a white coat standing tall on the stairs not far away, complaining to his bullseye.

People were unresponsive, but suddenly not panicked.The excitement was mobilized in a hectare.

What's this?He is like Ka Xialu who has strayed into a herd of foxes, but he accepts all dangerous gazes indifferently.

Someone recognized him, and their eyes were filled with fanatical astonishment. They pointed at the curtain and the boy back and forth: "You, you are..."

Yao Jianqi said, "Long time no see."

Yu Wan grabbed the leather cover of the steering wheel and looked hopelessly at the road signs ahead.

"No, not here."

Lin Shuchen was not at home. They asked all the security guards and neighbors nearby. Only the owner of the fresh food store at the door said that he saw many unknown cars coming here, and then went to the suburbs of the city one after another.

They walked for two hours along the main road leading to the suburbs, but found nothing except that it became increasingly sparsely populated.

"For the photographer..." Yao An flipped through the sketch paper in his hand one by one, "Is it possible to be in a place like the Convention and Exhibition Center?"

"No, he never held film festivals in these places." Yu Wan said with some difficulty, "His works... are not allowed."

Yao An's twitching fingers stopped, and at this moment, the absurd premonition that Yu Wan's words brought to him even captured his anxiety.

He suddenly remembered an unwritten conversation from long, long ago.

"I heard from my dad that you used to live in the United States."

"Can you speak the language there? What do foreigners look like? Is it better there?"

After many years, he could finally confirm Yao Jianqi's answer at that time, like a bomb buried in the ground for a long time.

"Do not."

Yao Jianqi said no at the time.

Yao An heard the sound of his heart exploding.

The scenery outside the window is even more desolate. Occasionally, a few farmers wearing straw hats set up a small stall on the side of the road, wiping the dust off the grapes intermittently.

Yao An forced himself to focus all his attention on finding Yao Jianqi instead of thinking about the other possible triggers. He had seen the paintings he brought 10 times, but he couldn't find any pathetic clues.

"Stop." Yao An said.

Yu Wan pulled over to the side of the road and stepped on the brake: "Do you remember anything?"

"No." Yao An held the sketch paper and opened the car door, "I... take a walk."

As he walked along the road, he was a little sobered by the wind. Before passing by every stall, someone always greeted him a few words, and the wind filtered out his voice.

The purple-green dusk sank at the end of the road, and the last ray of sunset fell on Yao An's sneakers, untying his shoelaces.

Yao An angrily put the drawing paper on the open space beside him, he didn't know if it was Yao Jianqi who lost his temper, or himself who couldn't find Yao Jianqi!

The most stupid way he used was to pinch the two shoelaces into a circle and tie a knot.

In Grandma's opinion, this is also a problem that can be blamed, so he also taught Yao Jianqi this problem, and Yao Jianqi learned it very well.

Thinking of this, Yao An inevitably smiled.

He tightened his shoelaces, and was about to pick up the stack of paintings on the ground, when the peddler behind the fruit stall suddenly stretched his neck, wondering: "Hey, isn't the painting on it the unfinished building?"