filled

You never showed up and didn't reply to his messages, so he went to call the police. "

At that time, Chang Ling told him that he would fill Shi Fang with a German scroll.This was an agreed upon matter. Even if due to special circumstances, Shi Fangman changed his contact information when he was out of town and couldn't get in touch, he would come back for the German volume he was thinking of.

"I have a friend who also knows Yan Zheng. She told me some things that I don't know. She said that Yan Zheng will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. I just want to..."

She looked at Shi Fangman hesitantly, as if she was afraid of hurting him: "I think he likes you..."

"He likes you, so no matter what you do, he will never give up. Then I suddenly remembered that I saw orange cat hair on him once, just like the one on Milk Tea."

On July 7th, the day Yan Zheng brought milk tea over, Wen Bai saw cat hair on him, and didn't take it seriously at the time, but a month later, she recalled the details of that day in the milk tea shop. Orange immediately gave her a terrible thought.

"I chased after Changling and asked you if you had said anything before you left, especially about Yan Zheng. He thought about it for a long time, and then he said that he remembered it. Yan Zheng suggested your suggestion of going to another city."

"He said it was suggested by the kid..."

Hearing this sentence at the time, Wen Bai immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and when he came out of the milk tea shop in Changling, he tried to find someone.

"I hired a private detective to follow Yan Zheng, because he always comes to this community, so it's easy to lock the location."

"Now this place belongs to old houses, but 30 years ago, it was the first and most high-end villa area in this city. Because of population migration, the city center moved from north to south, and this place gradually fell into disrepair, but the property management is still the same as before The model is very strict, and you must prove it when you enter and exit.”

"I tried for a long time and asked many people. Finally, with the help of my friends, I contacted a resident here and was able to come in under the name of his relative."

Every house here is a two-story bungalow, which looks almost the same from the outside. Wen Bai was able to come in half a month ago, but it took a lot of effort to determine where Yan Zheng's house was.

"That friend reminded me that Yan Zheng needs money and people to buy a house. Let me think about who he trusts and helps him manage the money. I asked around privately, and finally locked here."

"Because I didn't dare to enter the house and was afraid of disturbing the property, I only walked around the yard for most of the day. Because there were few residents around, it was very quiet. When I went around the back of the house, I heard strange noises."

"Although it's subtle, it sounds like a bump or knock. I guess it's you?"

"So you are really here, Yan Zheng..."

Wen Bai covered his face and couldn't continue, his body shook violently, even the milk tea who was lying on his lap and squinting to sleep was awakened, and he meowed in dissatisfaction.

"How could he do such a thing?"

"Is he crazy?"

Shi Fangman didn't answer the call, and took out a tissue and handed it to her.

Seeing others cry for him, Shi Fangman was not sad at all, he just felt sorry for the girl, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted her with a smile.

"I am fine."

The black cross earrings hanging on Wenbai's shoulders swayed gently, and when kissing the open palms, they kissed the clear palm lines on the light-colored skin.

"This lock is too strong, and I can't open it with the tools in my hand."

The locksmith stood up and shook his head at the two of them.

"Isn't it okay to ask someone to deliver the tools? Or should I go out and buy them now?"

"Let me tell you the truth, not to mention that it will take two hours to deliver it from the store. Even if it is delivered, I can't guarantee how long it will take for you to open it. His lock is specially designed and it is not easy to handle."

Wen Bai looked at Shi Fangman hesitantly.

"Can I cut it with a cutter first?"

The locksmith lowered his eyes to study, and replied cautiously: "It is possible, but it will probably take some time, half an hour or so."

"it is good……"

Shi Fangman smiled faintly at him, his eyes were gentle, but his tone was decisive, without giving anyone a chance to refute.

"Thank you, then cut it off."

21:14:25

No more

After throwing off the weight of the chain, the sudden and relaxed hands and feet did not listen to the brain's orders, one deep foot and one shallow foot, as if stepping on a cloud layer with a cliff below, afraid of falling, then fell suddenly, being held up by the cloud layer, and panicked Dare to rise.

Wen Bai supported his arm, raised his eyes and looked at him carefully.

"it does not matter."

He tried to walk by himself; "Please pack the milk tea, the cat is wrapped under the sink."

On the table were a few fallen osmanthus flowers, the golden flowers shriveled, and the dark brown spots that fell on the water surface and the table were as ugly as the excrement of some kind of insect crawling over.The original sweet aroma was also replaced by a rotten smell, and the stench became more obvious when it got closer.

Shi Fangman frowned and poured it out of the bottle, and threw it into the trash as usual.

He is used to this action.

This time, he was startled, pursed his lips, and reached out to pick up the empty bottle.

The transparent glass transmits light, and in the hazy picture, there are curtains hanging from the ceiling.

That heavy layer of fabric has never been pulled apart, separated by a never-before-seen landscape.

He took the bottle and put it down again. After a long while, he squatted down and gently put the fragile glass bottle into the bottom of the dustbin.

Shi Fangman turned around and passed by the table, one step fell, one step panicked, he seemed to be walking on clouds, walking towards the end.

Shaking off the chains that restricted his range of motion, he finally stepped over the invisible edge that he never crossed, walked to the end of the room, and stretched out his hand to caress the thick and rough curtain cloth.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he pulled gently.

A round of brilliance is both true and illusory.

The long-lost warm autumn sun hangs not far away.

Just a few feet away are clumps of osmanthus trees in full bloom, and the faint moonlight permeates the deep pine.

Eyes accustomed to artificial lights closed and opened again under the gentle morning sunlight, and finally saw the soft shimmer passing through the gaps in the branches and leaves, the oily and graceful leaves layered on top of each other, and the trees were full of tiny golden flowers. swaying.

He couldn't smell the fragrance of flowers, but he took a deep breath, as if he could smell the refreshing fragrance of the rice-like flowers through the lens, the window, and the branches and leaves.

"Do you want to go?"

Wen Bai asked softly, she was standing at the door with a cat bag on her back.

Shi Fangman walked towards her, took a dozen steps, walked through the particularly long passage in memory, touched the huge cold yellow-brown clock behind the door for the first time, the hands tick, tick, time that never stops The torrent is rushing forward.

He withdrew his hand and smiled: "Let's go."

When I walked across the yard, I heard the faint chirping of cicadas, and only when I looked up did I see that there was a thick sycamore tree that couldn't be surrounded by one person.

"Is this tree old?"

Wen Bai raised his slender neck and looked at it in surprise.

"And are there still cicadas now? I thought it was only in summer."

Shi Fangman explained to her: "It's not one kind. It's spring cicadas in June and July, and now it's chilling cicadas in October."

"After calling for a few days, it's over."

When he entered this room, he hadn't even eaten the hot glutinous rice balls for the Lantern Festival. He looked up at the thick plane tree, and only after hearing one cicada did he pick up another cicada, and realized that he had missed the plane tree. The flowery Yangchun missed the noisy and lively midsummer.

And the chilling cicadas are miserable, and autumn is coming to an end.Officer Li Hao. [-]

Shi Fangman watched the girl climb into the car, opened the car door and settled down the milk tea, looked at her black hair fluttering in the wind, and saw the black cross dangling from her white earlobes.

The contours of that person's ears are clearer, from the tip of the ear down to the bone of the ear is a slender silver earring, and what is hanging on it is not a cross, but a bright and bright broken diamond heart.

He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, in the hospital, Doctor Wen Qing told him that Wen Bai and Yan Zheng had been in love.

Why should he care about that news after that?Why do you want to verify the authenticity of that news while chatting with Wen Bai?But he didn't dare to ask, hesitated to speak, felt guilty, afraid to hear the answer, and looked forward to the answer blankly.

He couldn't understand it then, and he never thought about it.

Now, he still doesn't know the answer, but with Wen Bai standing in front of him, he finally doesn't need her answer anymore.

He knew Yan Zheng's thoughts, as if he finally knew his own thoughts.

"where are we going?"

Wen Bai inserted the key, stepped on the clutch pedal, snapped his fingers, and said excitedly, "Why don't you come to my house for a few days after unlocking the lock?"

"no need."

"Wen Bai, take me to a place."

Shi Fangman smiled at her sideways, because he could see the uneasiness suppressed by the girl's feigned excitement, so he thoughtfully used a more gentle tone to soothe her emotions and stop her rejection.

"Don't worry, I'll be safe there."

As night fell, the outdoor temperature dropped suddenly, and the faint sound of cicadas disappeared from the plane trees, leaving only the rustling of the cold wind blowing over the broad leaves.

There was a light rain in the afternoon, the soil was mottled, and there were small yellow flowers in the water accumulated in the mud puddles. After the rain, the special fragrance of the soil blended with the sweet osmanthus that pervaded the entire small courtyard. The yellow flowers and the suddenly lit warm Yellow porch lights complement each other.

The wind stopped slightly, and the surroundings were silent.

Pushing open the door with a broken lock, the noise of wood rubbing against the ground broke the quiet atmosphere for a moment, and the wind suddenly became louder, whistling