Xia Xiaobei hung up the phone and went to ask Lei Yunze for leave. In fact, she just said hello and fell to the door and left without waiting for his consent.

Liang Kaili had already driven the car downstairs of her company. The two of them went to find several places and called Ye Shaoqian's friends in Shanghai. They might even contact Beijing friends. There were no clues. The only one who was not alarmed was probably the only old lady Lei.

There must be no one in his own apartment in Pudong. They even went to major bars and nightclubs. Although there were few people going to bars during the day, maybe he had been here last night and someone had seen him. But when she asked "Young Master Ye", the foreman kept shaking his head.

In such a huge Shanghai city, it is actually like finding a person, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack. When I got off work, Xia Xiaobei was sitting in the car, and the prosperous Bund outside the window was like a bustling Bund. Liang Kelly rolled open the window and sucked the clouds and mist outside, both of them felt a little lost.

In just a few dozen minutes of this pause, many strange faces passed by, but none of them were what she expected. Therefore, she was discouraged and her whole body was filled with fatigue and loss.

Liang Kaili extinguished the cigarette, looked at her and said, "It's getting late, let's take you home."

Xia Xiaobei nodded silently, suddenly thought of something, clapped his hands and sat up: "If he is not in his own home, he is most likely to be with me!"

Liang Kelly also woke up from a dream. That guy didn't like to run alone to her downstairs and smoked. He immediately started to drive with all his horses, regardless of the traffic rules, and directly entered the cracks of the car and crushed onto the sidewalk. With the surprised expressions of countless passers-by, he rushed out along the sidewalk at a speed.

Xia Xiaobei held the seat belt tightly and ignored traffic rules like this. Not only did she not feel panicked, but she felt a sense of pleasure, as if she was forced to the extreme and returned to life.

But there was nothing. As soon as the car arrived at the entrance of the community, she jumped down and looked for his shadow. There was no under the corridor, no in the garden, and no at the entrance of the stairs. She even opened the door in deceiving herself, ran into the house for a check, but there was no...

Nothing was found, and all hope was lost in an instant. At this moment, she felt tired and leaned back and plunged into the sofa, tired and hungry.

Liang Kaili looked outside the house and it was already dark. He comforted her and said, "I have been tired all day. After resting, I will go find each other. If you have any news, please call me."

She was so tired that she couldn't speak, or just didn't want to speak, and nodded with her eyes closed.

After Liang Kaili left, she still sat in that position, but it was very regular. She took out her cell phone every 5 minutes, flipped to the phone book, and pressed the call button, but it was always the woman's monotonous "Please wait and dial again". The last time it was at 9:15. After dialing the number, she started calling, and then called again to order a takeaway.

I didn't feel hungry when I was stunned before, but I felt particularly hungry when I waited for takeout. So I went to the balcony to wait.

From this perspective, the entrance to the community can be seen at a glance. She remembered that she had a quarrel with Ye Shaoqian before, and she just hid here, secretly watched him drive in, then parked downstairs, got out of the car, and smoked. Sometimes he didn't get out of the car, just sat in the car, not knowing what he was thinking.

She reached her finger in front of her and gestured at Ye Shaoqian's cigarette. She remembered clearly that twice, when she came out of the stairs, she saw his body slightly arching, her slender body was like a tree in the night, with a little red fingertips, like a dazzling ruby, flashing, and the frequency of her heartbeat.

There was a sound of a wheel running over quickly in her ears, and then the phone in her hand suddenly rang. She was startled and rushed to pick it up. She couldn't hold it for a while, and the phone almost fell off the balcony.

For some reason, she felt excited and quickly pressed the answer button: "Hey, it's me..."

“The takeaway for 403 is here…”

The corners of her raised mouth stiffened for a moment, and she glanced downstairs thoughtfully. All families at this time were watching TV series in bed. Because the weather was cold and there were fewer walks after dinner, and the occasional sound of someone talking. In fact, you should know it by looking at the strange number. She couldn't tell what the feeling of suddenly emptying in her heart, but she still answered calmly: "Okay, please send it up."

She ordered Guangdong porridge and a portion of shrimp dumplings. When she opened the bag, she was still steaming hot, and the tip of her nose was immediately filled with the aroma of porridge and rice.

It is said that eating is the best way to vent when she is unhappy, so she drank the porridge in big mouthfuls, and carefully picked up the shrimp dumplings with chopsticks, almost one bite at a time. The fresh, salty and delicious bamboo fungus bacon porridge was left to the bottom, and the crystal shrimp dumplings were all gone. After eating, she patted her stomach, which was so swollen that it was uncomfortable, and even made her feel like she was having a lot of trouble.

Who said she would be happy after eating? She felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

Lying on the sofa and tossed for a while, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes, I thought of Ye Shaoqian again, thinking of him ordering breakfast and takeout for himself, and then he called himself up at less than seven o'clock. She was holding a pair of panda eyes and greeted all the eighteen generations of his ancestors in her heart.

But the crystal shrimp dumplings are delicious, and the crab sauce is also very fragrant, so she just doesn't care about villains.

When she was with him, her taste was so scattered that she unknowingly threw away the row of sliced ​​bread and canned instant food in the refrigerator. Later, when she was cooking together, she always thought about how to improve her cooking skills and make different flavors for him to taste. She liked him to squint her eyes and tasted her chopsticks, and then said, "My wife is so skillful."

She was so impressed that something seemed to be ringing in the distance, with a monotonous sound stacking, like an alarm bell.

She suddenly pulled away from her memories and realized that it was her cell phone ringing. She instinctively groped over and put it in her ears, and her thoughts were a little erratic.

She said "heat", but no one spoke on the other end of the phone. Maybe she called the wrong one and wanted to hang up. Suddenly she remembered something and took the screen a little bit. It was still a string of strange numbers, but it could not hide her inner tension and expectations.

She sat up straight all of a sudden, and was sweating while pinching her phone's palms. She asked again: "Who are you?"

There was still no sound there, it was quiet, and even the noise in the surrounding environment could not be heard, except for some small signal sounds of Zlala.

After a long time, she didn't hang up, and the people there didn't hang up, but they still didn't speak.

She finally couldn't help but screamed tentatively: "Shaoqian?"

She heard a depressing breathing sound from over there. She suddenly panicked: "Is it you? Shaoqian? Where are you?"

As a result, the phone hung up with a "click" sound.

A monotonous sound came from the phone, and she was still a little stunned. She was not sure whether Ye Shaoqian called her just now, but she had a strong premonition in her heart, as if she could see him frowning with a pair of beautiful brows, holding the receiver in his hand, sighing sadly and helplessly.

She hurriedly called back, even though she knew that it might be just a public telephone on the side of the road, or it wasn't Ye Shaoqian at all, but someone's prank or made a mistake. She didn't know what was wrong with her, holding her cell phone in a silence, holding her breath and waiting quietly.

The phone dialed, and there were monotonous and repeated ringtones inside. After three or four rings, no one answered. Her patience gradually faded with the ringtones one after another. Just when she wanted to hang up hopelessly, the phone was suddenly picked up.

Before she could wait for him to speak, she immediately shouted: "Shaoqian, I know it's you, don't worry."

After a while of silence on the phone, he finally spoke, his voice was dark and hoarse, and asked her: "How are you doing recently?"

"I..." She was stunned for a moment and immediately turned against her, "I'm very good, I can't be better. You don't need to care about this. But you, where have you gone? Do you know everyone is almost crazy?"

"Oh...that's good." After he said that, he was about to hang up again. She seemed to have a premonition and called him: "Ye Shaoqian!"

He stopped and waited quietly.

For some reason, she felt anger in her chest. Maybe she had eaten too much at night and had nowhere to vent.

She said: "Ye Shaoqian, a turtle shrank! Do you hide when you encounter something? Who said you want to take care of me for the rest of your life? Who said you don't want to settle for anyone except me? Who said you don't want to leave it to you tomorrow? Don't you keep your word?"

She spoke too quickly, and she was still panting after she finished speaking. He listened quietly over there and said three words to her calmly for a while: "I'm sorry."

At that moment, she felt that there was something she had peeled off from her heart. It turned out that so many laughter and crying were just a few words.

She said: "Ye Shaoqian, I don't care. If you want to apologize, just tell me in person. What is it to say sorry on the phone? If you sue me wherever you are, I'll go there now."

He thought about it for a while, and finally told her the address. His voice was hoarse, but he said it clearly.

She held her cell phone and said to him while wearing her coat, "Don't go away, I'll come right away."

She was ridiculous when she took a taxi to the place he said, because it was actually a property under the name of Universe. She would have no need to spend so much effort to ask Lei Yunze to help find it.

On the eighteenth floor of the small high-rise building located in the central city, she found the unit and pressed the door number downstairs. His unclear voice came from the intercom system: "Come up." Then the automatic door opened itself with a clang.

She took the elevator and stared at herself on the mirror of the elevator. Her face turned yellow, her hair was dry and split, and there was a lump of green black under her eyes. She didn't care about this before, and always comforted herself. What else should she pay attention to when she was a child's mother, but she still couldn't accept that she withered so quickly. In fact, she turned her fingers and calculated that she was only twenty-six years old this year, younger than many of her newly-employed colleagues in the company. However, the rush of life and heavy work pressure made her ignore the appearance that women value the most. She rubbed her swollen face with her palms. It was said that women should dress up for those who please themselves?

Before she could finish her thoughts, the elevator had already arrived. When the elevator door opened, she saw Ye Shaoqian leaning against the door waiting for her.

He was not as decadent and down-and-out as she thought, but was very clean and tidy. He was wearing a thread-lined round-neck pullover with loose plaid casual pants underneath, just a pair of pants wrapped in thick plaster and not very elegant.

When he saw her, he didn't say anything, but turned around and walked in. Xia Xiaobei originally wanted to go up and help him, but seeing his attitude was so bad, he held his arms and pretended not to see it, so he let his legs limp.

The decorations in the house are very simple, not as luxurious as his Pudong house, but the daily necessities are also complete. After all, it is the house of their own company. Xia Xiaobei remembers that this apartment is very familiar with each other, which bedroom and bathroom.

Ye Shaoqian had just sat down on the sofa and started lighting a cigarette. A thick pile of smoke had already accumulated in the ashtray at his hand, and the room was filled with the smell of pungent smoke.

She was so angry that she reached out and patted the cigarette butt from his mouth.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at her, took out another cigarette in silence and lit it.

She patted him again. She stared at him with round eyes. If you have the ability, please click again?

He stopped indeed, stood up and asked her, "What are you drinking?"

"I won't drink," she also felt a little awkward, but seeing that his leg was still injured, he had to hold the handrail when he stood up, so he couldn't bear it.

She glanced into the kitchen and happened to see the instant noodles in Kaifeng. The hot pot was filled with bubbles. Before she could make it, she felt sour again: "Didn't you say this thing is not something that humans eat? I used to throw it away one by one, but now why do you eat it yourself?" She just couldn't imagine the scene of Mr. Ye who was huddling in a one-three-bedroom and two-living apartment eating instant noodles every day.

He said: "I'm too lazy to order food."

She knew that he had difficulty in legs and feet. She didn't know where he couldn't get along with him. She didn't ask anyone to serve him after he was so injured. She hid alone and played in a deep manner.

She stood up and took off her coat and said, "What to eat? Is the noodles good to cook?"

He looked at her and said nothing, and she thought he had agreed. There would definitely be no noodles in the kitchen, but there was still flour. She personally rolled up her sleeves, dipped them in water, started to knead the noodles, and made hand-rolled noodles for him to eat.

Ye Shaoqian leaned against the side and looked at it, habitually touching the cigarette again. He remembered something, stopped his hand in the air and took it back. He looked at her quietly, and there was a dazed moment in front of him. The scene in front of him was so familiar and unfamiliar. Time and space overlapped so much that he was a little confused. Just like when she was still in her apartment in Pudong, she was busy in front of the liberal desk. He hugged her from behind and caused trouble for her. Even earlier, they argued together how to cook hairy crabs.

The kitchen was very quiet, and the water in the pot gradually boiled. Xia Xiaobei stuck with flour in his hands, and white pieces on his face and clothes. She put the cut noodles neatly in, then opened the refrigerator and searched for ingredients inside.

When she found that there was only tomatoes, she blew her mouth like a child, and skillfully cut the tomatoes into small dices. He still remembered that at first she could only make scrambled eggs with tomatoes and forgot to add salt. Unconsciously, the corners of her mouth curled up.

Just then, Xia Xiaobei turned around and asked him, "Do you have eggs?" and then caught his unrestrained smile.

His expression was a little stiff, and she let her stare at her blankly, and after a while, he said lightly: "No."

She seemed to have come to her senses and curled her lips: "It's not enough nutrition, but it's enough to fill her stomach."

A large plate of hand-rolled noodles was served with sour and sweet tomato tomato toppings. Ye Shaoqian sat opposite her and ate noodles quietly. The room was quiet. She never felt so calm. She was like facing a painting, and she didn't even dare to breathe.

In this strange silence, the person in the painting suddenly stretched out his hand like her. She seemed to be bound by a spell, looking at him without moving, letting him put his hand on her face, and then heard his low and dull voice: "This is... dirty."

His fingers gently rubbed her face, and it was about to touch it. There was some flour on her fingertips. She immediately understood and her face was quietly red.

After dinner, she took the initiative to pick up the dishes and wash them. He sat on the sofa and was silent. Seeing that the atmosphere was too strange, she turned on the TV and said, "Let's read the news." He did not deny it, and his eyes were still staring at a certain part of the screen in a daze.

She packed the kitchen and returned to the living room, sat next to him, and was replaying the weather forecast on TV. A cold current in the north was heading south, and the Yangtze River basin was about to cool down. She hadn't read the weather forecast for a while, but it didn't really mean whether it would cool down or not, because she was in the subway and office all day long, wearing a thin suit and never felt the temperature change.

After reading the weather forecast, Ye Shaoqian subconsciously glanced at the wall clock and said, "It's getting late, you can go."

She stood up and murmured: "Yeah."

He also stood up: "I don't have any more convenience to send you."

"I know, you can rest early."

After she said that, she turned around, just like countless times before she finished cooking in his apartment, and then said that it was time for me to leave, and he got up and gave her.

She took two steps and suddenly stopped. He was staring at her back in a daze. She caught her in surprise.

She looked at him with a burning look: "Is it me or... yourself that you can't forgive?"

He was a little incoherent: "No... you are not wrong... it's me... I can't do it, my second brother can do it... you will definitely be happy..."

Happiness? Is it called happiness now? She suddenly laughed: "Ye Shaoqian, why do you wish me happiness? Didn't you say you owe me what you had in your previous life and was tortured by me in this life? Why did you let go so quickly? I sue you, I just don't like you, I treat everyone well, I just love to mess with you, I think someone willingly wants to mess with you, but after the toss is still reluctant to leave you, and this is called happiness. And others can't give this happiness, except you."
Chapter completed!