Li Luo didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he explained.

"After Mei Xiang was detained as a thief, the hostess who reported the case said she found the necklace and said it was a misunderstanding. But she was fired in the end because she was always worried about using a deaf and mute person. After Mei Xiang was fired by the housekeeping company, it was like the world has evaporated. Until now, no information related to her has been found."

How could a living person be able to do without any information in such a technological era?

Does she not use online payment? Does she not use communication software?

Doesn’t she use transportation? Does she have no bank statements?

If all this is gone, does it mean that she is... no longer alive?

Li Luo carefully looked at Yan Zhao's face.

Yan Zhao suddenly stood up, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, grabbed his bag and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Li Luo called her anxiously.

Yan Zhao stopped, turned his back to her, without answering or looking back.

Li Luo's heart seemed to be stepping on the air from a high place.

063

Today is Double Ninth Festival, and it suddenly drizzles in the evening.

The two girls held an umbrella together and ran over with laughter, almost hitting the lost Yan Zhao.

The streets were bustling, only Yan Zhao didn't hold an umbrella, she walked extremely slowly. Li Luo's words always sounded in her ears-

"The fragrance of plum blossoms seems to have evaporated from the world, and there has been no information on activity over the years."

Yan Zhao expressed doubts whether she evaporated from the human world or hell.

Yan Zhao stretched out his hand, and a trace of rain fell on his dry palm and disappeared in an instant.

A street singer stood under the eaves holding a guitar, singing folk songs softly, whimpering, and his voice was filled with warmth:

"Don't let the spring come in half, the heart is broken, the plum blossoms are like snow, and the whole body is full. The geese come and the news is untrue, and the dreams are hard to come back from a long way. The separation and hatred are just like spring grass, and they will live longer and farther away."

Yan Zhao stopped and heard it in a daze. When she was thirteen or fourteen years old, Mei Xiang asked her, why do people like to listen to people singing? Is singing really that good?

It sounds nice! Yan Zhao said, when you have hearing aids, I will take you to the concert!

I remember one time in the factory, the healthy workers asked Yan Zhao to perform and sing. Five or six uncles sat under the tree and surrounded Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao blushed and refused to perform. His father felt embarrassed and kicked her in the ass in public. Yan Zhao ran away from home in anger. All the neighbors came out to help find it. Yan Zhao was not found in various alleys, courtyards, factories and forests.

On the day Yan Zhao ran away from home, it started raining. She slept in the cement pipe on the open space of the electronics factory for a night, and was woken up by a pair of small hands in the early morning.

As soon as Yan Zhao opened his eyes, he saw Mei Xiang appearing outside the cement pipe in a mess. Her two braids were messy, with scratches on her face and mud sticking to her hands.

Yan Zhao sat in the cement pipe and hooked at her: "Come on! This is my new home!"

Mei Xiang got into the cement pipe, Yan Zhao hugged Mei Xiang, and Mei Xiang hugged Yan Zhao tightly.

Mei Xiang asked in sign language: "Adults are looking for you, when will you go back?"

"It's a revolution if you don't go back."

Although I couldn't hear Yan Zhao's voice, Mei Xiang seemed to understand her meaning from her eyes and nodded seriously.

Yan Zhao said: "My father is called vanity. His vanity makes me unhappy. No one can force me to do things I don't like unless I am willing. And he is not qualified to hit me. Whoever hits me will let anyone know how powerful I am."

Mei Xiang said in sign language: Don’t be angry, go back with me!

Yan Zhao also spoke to her: No, he didn't know he was wrong yet!

During the two days when Yan Zhao lived in the cement pipe, every time she had dinner, Mei Xiang would secretly take the dumplings and wheat that her mother had made into her arms and quietly take them to the cement pipe for her to eat.

At night, Mei Xiang sneaked out with her flashlight while her parents were asleep, and the two girls looked at the stars in the cement pipe.

Cicadas are roaring, night breeze is swaying, the night sky is full of stars, the moon is like a small boat for catching stars, mooring in the Milky Way to be lazy, and a cloud circling by the moon is a net it throws down freely.

At that time, the flashlight was rechargeable, bulky, and had to be carried by hand, and the power was sufficient. The cement pipe was as magnificent as a palace. The small face as big as a plum scent was almost transparent by the light. Her slender eye feathers drooped, and the air was filled with the fragrance of artemisia, as if it was emitted from her.

The plum blossoms, as fragrant as water and green onions, were flying in front of me, with a faint doubt and sorrow in my eyes: If one day I leave, will anyone look for me like this?

Yan Zhaomo mourned her and encouraged her seriously: Of course, your parents will be anxious too.

Mei Xiang frowned, and her smart apricot kernel drowned in her eyes:

My mom may, but my dad will definitely not.

Yan Zhao said: Then I will, I am anxious, I will look for you, keep searching for you.

Mei Xiang looked up at her, her lips stammering, as if she was saying something.

Yan Zhao often thought that if Mei Xiang could speak, then her voice must be soft and clear, as beautiful as the music box where the needle on the cylinder twitches the comb teeth.

Mei Xiang's soft and soft temperament does not prevent her eyes from being very powerful. Her hands are so soft and light, like a clumsy butterfly, but her bear-like eyes are like grapes and black beans, which always give people a sense of steadiness.

Mei Xiang pointed to her hair, Yan Zhao understood and turned her body over and let Mei Xiang fiddle. Mei Xiang took off her messy braids and frowned. Yan Zhao's hair was very thick and as thick as a horse's mane. The child's curly fluff was wrapped around his ears, so he was not very flirting.

Mei Xiang took off the rubber band and sent it to Yan Zhao's lips. Yan Zhao opened his mouth and took out a piece of fruit candy from his pocket, peeled it, and pulled out the candy ball and stuffed it into Mei Xiang's mouth. The remaining candy paper crane was squeezed out by her. In a few seconds, she folded out a paper crane with wings, put it in the palm of her hand to display it, and then pushed it to Mei Xiang's eyes. The candy paper crane reflected colorful light under the flashlight, embellishing Mei Xiang's pure pupils colorfully.

Yan Zhao pinched the tail of the candy paper crane and let the paper crane fly in front of Mei Xiang, and finally fell on Mei Xiang's nose. Mei Xiang's eyes tried hard to stare at the tip of her nose, and accidentally became a cross-eye. A candy ball bulged on one cheek, making Yan Zhao hilarious. Mei Xiang saw her laughing, and she laughed dumbly, and the two girls became a fuss again.

06.4

Yan Zhao stood by the street with tears in her eyes, and the more she thought about the surveillance, the more uncomfortable she felt, and her heart was so blocked that it was.

She picked up her phone, opened the WeChat interface of moon/quakes, and called the voice call. The other party's avatar flashed in the middle of the screen, but she didn't answer it for a long time. Yan Zhao called again, and this time, the other party hung up for her.

Yan Zhao couldn't help but rush his blood and pulled him on the blacklist without hesitation and deleted his friends! The force on his fingers was very heavy, and the screen was poked by his nails!

In less than half a minute, moon/quakes friends sent them one by one.

"What's wrong?"

"I just had a drink party, a very important party."

"Why did I delete it? It's really inconvenient for me to answer it just now."

"Ass, don't be angry..."

Yan Zhao softened his heart and agreed to his friend's request. The other party quickly sent a grievanced expression. Yan Zhao sent another voice message, but he still didn't answer. She had never sent him a voice before, and she rarely contacted him actively. Every time, the moon took the initiative to find her.

Yan Zhao hung up his voice and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the moon!" the other party replied.

Yan Zhao looked up at the sky, and there was a piece of lead ashes.

"What's wrong with you? Suddenly, are you in a bad mood?"

Yan Zhao is very fierce: "Don't you have a drink party? Drink your wine!"

Moon asked: "I feel that you are different from usual. Are you unhappy?"

Yan Zhao ignored her.

"Where are you now?"

Yan Zhao still won't reply.

"say!"

Yan Zhao was annoyed and tapped his fingers quickly on the screen: "Can you come where? Do you dare to come?"

The other party won't reply.

Yan Zhao poked the screen hard, and made a fuss. He was about to delete his friend, but the news about the moon popped up: "Don't delete me."

"Ass, don't delete me."

Yan Zhao was so angry that he saw this exclusive nickname between them.

"Suddenly I feel boring." Yan Zhao said: "It's boring for us to do this."

"Where are you, I'll go find you."

Come to find her? Is it true? This time Yan Zhao was speechless. She added friends with moon/quakes until now, and she had never seen each other's photos, and had not even sent a voice message. The two have been communicating in words.

Yan Zhao couldn't help but remember the scene when the moon first added her. It was one afternoon after graduating from high school. When his friend's request appeared on the list, Yan Zhao decisively refused. Yan Zhao didn't like to chat with people on WeChat, so she just called her if she had any questions.

But he still enjoyed it and sent her a request, which made Yan Zhao naturally think that this was another suitor who had jumped out of nowhere, so he rejected it again.

Until his friend requested it to show: "I picked up a mobile phone, and the owner of the mobile phone was Meixiang."

Mei Xiang’s cell phone? Mei Xiang has been missing for half a year at that time, and Yan Zhao couldn’t wait to pass his friend!

"How did you pick up Meixiang's phone? Where did you pick it up? How did you know it was Meixiang's phone? Where was she? Please tell me!"

A series of question marks are transmitted over, the other party is inputting, inputting, inputting...

A long time later, moon/quakes replied: "I picked it up near the school, with colorful stickers on it. The screen is locked. I can't open it. Your WeChat keeps jumping out. You keep asking Mei Xiang where you are, and then I guess her name is Mei Xiang."

“Which school is near?”

"Eighth Middle School."

"Then how do you know my micro signal?"

"You keep making this call, I add your WeChat based on the call number."

"Please return your phone to me, where will we meet?"
To be continued...