Lincheng is a somewhat remote city, the development in recent years has not been good, the economy is also a little backward, and even the high-speed rail is because it is between big cities, and it has a little light.

This high-speed rail station is built a bit out of the way, there are no buildings nearby, there are not many people, and there are not even taxis shouting at customers. As soon as you get out of the station, there is a large wasteland, which looks a little bleak.

Shao Qing tilted his head and looked around, judged the direction, and then took out his mobile phone and opened the map.

She knew where Song Xueguan's old residence was, but she didn't know how to get from the high-speed rail station to Song Xueguan's old house.

Shao Qing searched for the path on the map, glanced at the distance prompted, and then sighed deeply: "I don't think I can walk like this." ”

She looked at the bus route and said to Fu Nanxing while checking: "The bus stop is nearby, but there is a little time before the next bus." ”

Fu Nanxing slept all the way on her shoulder, and was pushed awake by her when he got out of the car.

When this person is awake, he looks bright and gentle, but his heart is full of black water calculations, but when he is about to wake up, he is extremely lazy - his eyes are squinted, his expression is lazy, like a cat with a belly.

Shaoqing's tolerance for him increased significantly, and he even consulted him: "Should we wait for the bus, or wait for me to order a taxi." ”

Fu Nanxing stood beside her, his eyelashes were furled, and he looked extraordinarily obedient: "Is it far away?"

He leaned over, gently pressed his chin on Shaoqing's shoulder, and his gaze fell slightly: "Buses and taxis have to wait for a long time, right?"

Fu Nanxing stretched out his hand, and his palm directly covered Shaoqing's mobile phone screen. Then he tilted his head and whispered, "I'll take you there." ”

Shao Qing was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he noticed that the scenery in front of him had changed suddenly.

She was stunned, then turned her head sharply and looked at Fu Nanxing: "Mr. Fu-"

Fu Nanxing straightened up, let out a light "um" when he heard the words, and looked down: "What's wrong?"

Shao Qing looked at the surrounding buildings with a complicated expression, then shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

She just suddenly realized that she might still not know Fu Nanxing.

Shao Qing looked at the building in front of him.

This area is the old city, the houses are a little dilapidated, many of the houses are locked, and most of the people walking around are elderly.

Song Xueguan's old residence is the seventeenth of this street.

Shao Qing glanced at the door number and followed the search for a while before finding Song Xueguan's old residence at the end of the street.

The house had apparently been vacant for a long time, the locks were rusty, and the wooden doors had been eroded by the rain and looked a little dark.

Shao Qing tried to push the door.

The door lock is still very tight, but the wooden door has probably not been maintained for too long, and it is a little fragile.

Shao Qing turned his head to look at Fu Nanxing: "Mr. Fu can take me-" She paused for a moment before saying, "From the high-speed rail station here, can you take me into this house?"

Fu Nanxing shook his head slightly: "The house can only be entered with the permission of the owner." ”

He raised his index finger and gently pressed it to his lips: "This is the rule." ”

Shao Qing glanced at him, and then slowly said "Ao".

She thought about it, walked around the neighborhood, picked up a thin wire, and then walked to the door, inserted the wire into the door lock, turned it lightly twice, and then twisted it slightly—

The lock opened suddenly.