[Traveling] Stepfather Clearance Plan

By Thursday afternoon, I came out of Mr. Chen's office and returned home, finally completely helpless.

Everything that can be done has been done, no matter whether the kid is dead or just avoiding me deliberately, no matter whether I want to admit it or not, with my strength, I can't find him.

It was as if he had never existed in this world.

Never.

All the people and all the things I saw told me repeatedly that there was no such person, no 15-year-old boy named Bai Jinghao, who got into a lawsuit and committed a crime he shouldn't have His skin is so white. He retrieved the injured bird for Li Guimei. He is very skilled and can climb up a window that is more than three meters high with one hand. He is usually not very talkative and often alone in a daze. He cooks very delicious food. he……

...he never existed in this world.Maybe those people were right and I was wrong.The month I've been involved with him, the few days I've been with him day and night, are nothing but a wild dream of mine.Now that the summer vacation is over, it's time to wake up from the dream.

I sat on the couch looking at the only two things I had left of him.

The first is a glass ball, about 1.5 cm in diameter, with patterns folded from colored paper embedded in it.Our children call this kind of thing Liuliu.

The second is a half-sheet of paper torn from a notebook, folded in two, and written with a blue gel pen on it: 416-110, Building 1, XXX Manufacturer District.

Other than that, there is nothing left.

Even I know that these two things alone are really not enough to prove the existence of a person.Maybe it's time for me to give up.

I stared at those two things in a daze for half an afternoon, and finally decided to go to the 416th floor again. Anyway, I was entangled with Bai Jinghao for more than a month, and the last time I went again was considered a formal end.In this way, I made up my mind and set off immediately. When I arrived at the community, it was after 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was just right in the afternoon, the sun was slanting to the west and it was not very hot, so I felt very comfortable.I walked around the community a few times, and I have to say that the environment of this community is really good, the streets are very tidy, and the green spaces and flower beds are designed to be pleasing to the eye.

I finally stopped at the end of the 417th floor, where there was a circle of people, and I wanted to join in the fun, but when I got closer, I found a table among the crowd, and two old men were playing Go.

I also know a little bit about Go. As soon as the game came to an opening, I suddenly became interested and stood by the table to watch the game.The two old men are not weak in chess, and they met their opponents again, and the battle situation fell into a state of anxiety for a while.

This game of chess has been played for nearly two hours before it finally ended with Bai's victory.Because the time was too long, and it was almost dinner time, quite a few people from the group who watched the game at the beginning had already left, including me, there were only three people who were still watching, and the other two people and the old man holding black were all It's a pity.They reviewed a few more steps, and the old man in charge said: "Come on, let's leave today, and we will continue tomorrow. I have to go home for dinner."

After finishing speaking, the old man left first, and the people who watched the game chatted and left, leaving only another old man to pack the chess pieces, so I sat down and helped him clean up together.

The old man said to me while collecting the chess pieces: "Young man, I haven't seen you here, did you move here recently?"

I shook my head and told him frankly that I was here to find a friend, but there is no room 416-110 on the 1th floor here.

The old man froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Young man, your friend must be teasing you."

I was confused by him, so I thought I couldn't find a place to look for it. I don't know if the kid is teasing me?

The old man waved his hand, "There is 416-110 on the 1th floor. This family building was built in 08. We don't call the new family area as many buildings as we want. The 416th floor is the old family area. The building number, but the sign on that building is not 416, but 16, and the 4 in front of it means 4 districts. The place is a bit far away, but it is easy to find, come here and I will draw you a map."

I was overjoyed when I heard that, and moved the tables and stools back to his house with the old man. He also treated me to a glass of water, took out a piece of paper, and explained how to get to the 4th floor of the 16th district while drawing a picture.It's just that he kept laughing from time to time when he was talking, which made me a little confused.

After confirming that I knew how to get there, the old man sent me to a road outside the door, and told me to keep walking along this road, and I would definitely find it.I thanked him when I arrived, and walked along the road in the direction he pointed, my heart was so bright for the first time in a few days.

Maybe this time I can really find the kid.Maybe this time I can really find him.

As I thought this way, I walked quickly, and after walking for more than half an hour, I finally arrived at the 4th district.The buildings in this area are completely different from the ones I saw before. They are all 5 floors, the outer walls are very old, the windows of each household are not uniform, and there are various privately built balconies, which look very messy.

I found the 16th floor according to the map drawn by the old man.From the map, 110 is not in the building, but a separate house in the middle of the area surrounded by two L-shaped buildings on the 16th and 17th floors.I discerned the direction and turned around towards the middle of the two buildings, and I saw a bungalow.

When I got to the bungalow, I realized why the old man was laughing.It was not a residential house at all, but a boiler room. The number 110 was painted in red paint on the big iron door, and there was a big chain lock on the iron door, as if it hadn't been opened for at least a month.It appears that the boiler room has not been used for at least the last month or two.

I walked around the boiler room and found a small door behind the boiler room. It was the simplest kind of wooden interior door. The white paint on the door had turned yellow, and there was a small bronze plaque on the door lintel. The number 110-1 is printed on it.

This is probably a stoker's lounge or something.The real identity of the co-author kid is actually a boiler watcher?

I imagined how he was shoveling coal into the boiler with a shovel. I almost amused myself. I raised my hand and knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered.

I was about to knock a few more times, but the strength of my hand was so strong that I pushed the door open a crack. I was a little surprised, and pushed harder, and the door opened directly. It turned out that it was not locked.

The room is only seven or eight square meters, so you can see the bottom at a glance.A single iron canopy bed was placed beside it, covered with an army green quilt.On the other side, there is a set of old-fashioned wooden tables and chairs, and a kettle and a stainless steel teacup are placed on the table.There is a washbasin and a bucket under the table.There is a row of hooks on the wall, and several clothes are hung.

The floor is concrete, and all the furnishings are crude, but clean.

I hesitated and stepped into the room. There was another small door on the side wall. I pushed it open and saw that there was a bathroom inside.

...This is where the little devil lives?

I walked around the room a few times, and there was really nothing more to see. I saw everything I needed to see at the door.The so-called barren walls, there is nothing in this hut.

The only thing that is a little strange is a sand table on the table.The sand table is not big, rectangular, and the diagonal is about 6 inches long. The base is made of wood, with a glass inlaid on it, so that the sand inside can be seen, and the sand will not spill out.

The sand tray is filled with very clean and uniform fine sand, which is a soft and warm off-white color, and it is currently showing the shape of a sand painting.The sand painting is a lake, and there is a large group of water birds on the lake, each of which is very vivid, and I can tell at a glance that it should be a swan.

The size of the sand table is actually very small. It must be said that the sand painting is extremely vivid. When I look at it like this, I can clearly feel that the lake is extremely vast and majestic.

There is no way to preserve sand paintings for a long time. Since this sand painting appears here, it must have been drawn by someone who lives here.I really don't know, the brat still has this ability?

However, something happened in the next second, which made me very sure that this was the kid's stuff.

The sand painting moved by itself.

Since I got involved with the little ghost, I have seen many weird things, but seeing such a sand painting that can move by itself still makes me jump.

The movement of the sand painting is very slow, but the picture is indeed constantly changing.At first, the swans swam back and forth on the lake, combing their feathers, and then more swans flew in. The wind blowing across the lake brought ripples, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Then another bird came from the sky.There is only one bird of that kind, which is obviously different from the swan, with sharper wings, like an eagle.

A word flashed through my mind - Haidongqing.

This is another word that comes up repeatedly in various contexts related to imps.So what this painting tells is actually the story of Haidongqing hunting swans.Legend has it that swans feed on pearl clams that produce dongzhu, and hide the dongzhu in crops after eating. Haidongqing has always liked to eat swan brains, so the Jurchens trained haidongqing to catch these swans in order to obtain dongzhu.

I was engrossed in waiting for the story of the sand painting to continue, but the sand painting suddenly stopped.Immediately afterwards, the entire picture disappeared, and the sand returned to a flat piece.Just when I was feeling strange, the sand began to move slowly again. After carefully identifying it for a long time, it seemed that what appeared this time was not a picture, but some words.

It is indeed not Jurchen script, but Chinese characters in Xiaozhuan script.

Just when the strokes of those words were about to separate from the surrounding sand and become clearly visible, the door of the room creaked open.

I turned around abruptly, and saw the kid standing at the door, staring at me with slightly widened eyes in surprise.

The kid was wearing a black hurdling vest and denim trousers. The trousers were a bit long, and he dragged his wrists around the floor. He was wearing a pair of plastic flip-flops on his feet. He looked like the most common street gangster.The tight-fitting vest shows off his figure best. His muscles are not strong, but they are very moderate and his lines are quite beautiful. This outfit is surprisingly pleasing to the eye. It can be said that he is the only one who can wear a hurdling vest except in star photos. Such a spiritual person.