Jiang Zhi sent Zhou Xufang to Yuquan Bay, and it was almost half past nine.

As soon as she entered the community, Zhou Xufang heard someone shouting at her excitedly.

"Xu Fang. ”

"Xu Fang. ”

It's the old side of the guard's room.

Zhou Xufang went over to say hello: "Uncle Fang is good." ”

The old man poked his head out of the window, smiling like a daisy: "You came back so late, you girl is uneasy outside-" Only then did he notice that there was another person beside the little girl, and the old man glanced twice, "This is?"

Zhou Xufang generously introduced: "This is my boyfriend." ”

Jiang Zhi nodded, not close, nor perfunctory.

Lao Fang looked at Jiang Zhi and showed a kind smile: "Jiang Zhi is right?"

"You know me?"

"Of course I know, big director. The old man looked at Jiang Zhi, and then at Zhou Xufang, like the old bustard who had just sold the girl in the Goolan courtyard, "Oh, it's really right." ”

Jiang Zhi loves to listen to this: "Thank you." ”

Lao Fang took out two fruit jelly and stuffed them to Zhou Xufang: "You take them and eat them." ”

She took it, thanked her obediently, and then Jiang Zhi went upstairs together.

Lao Fang looked at Na Deng's back from a distance and sighed: "How good." ”

The fire burned down the Locke family's flower shed, and they all said that the child was gone, but no one in the Locke family showed a little bit of grief.

are all ignoring it, or, they are all watching.

Only the boy, the boy who was not in good health, took an urn and went in and packed a box of ashes out.

Only the boy, only he cried, holding the orange cat, holding the urn, sitting in the shed that was burned by the fire, crying for a long time.

"I'm not good. ”

"I'm late......"

So many people, only him, only he is sad.

Thinking of this, Lao Fang sighed heavily, and was melancholy, when someone behind him shouted: "Mr. Fang Dashun." ”

Old Fang turned around: "I'm not Fang Dashun." ”

How many years has he changed his name!

"Then you are Mr. Fang Xiaoxi, right? She came out of the dim light, "I am Tang Xiang, Tang Guangji's daughter." ”

Tang Guangji......

When the old man heard this name, he looked vigilant: "What are you looking for me?"

Tang Xiang stepped forward: "I want to ask about the Locke family fire back then." ”

He waved his hand with a 'I don't know how I would know how you asked me and I don't know': "I'm just a firefighter, what else can I know." ”

Tang Xiang was not in a hurry, and answered unhurriedly: "It just so happens that only you, the firefighter, know what I want to ask." ”

Come prepared, girl.

The old man put his hand behind his back: "What do you want to ask?"

"When you rescued Luo San from the fire, was she still alive?"

He didn't even want to think about it: "I'm out of breath." ”

Lie.

That night, an ambulance came.

Tang Xiang walked into the guard room and bowed: "Mr. Fang, my father is a victim of that fire, and I came here today, not as a member of the Luo family, but as a family member of the victim." She pulled out a business card and placed it on the table, "If you think of something, please contact me." ”

It's night, and the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

Zhou Xufang had a dream in which there was a small bald head, squatting behind an iron fence, holding a handful of dog tail grass in his hand. He squatted there for a long time, from the sunrise to the sunset.

In the trees, the cicadas chirped and noisy, and the noise stopped.

Under the tree, the little bald head holding the dog's tail grass was drowsy.

In the distance, someone shouted: "Luo San." ”

The little bald head who was sleeping immediately opened his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw a large sunset on the horizon, and the boy under the sunset.

The young man, dressed in white clothes and white shoes, walked out of the orange sunset: "What are you doing here?"

The little bald head couldn't speak, and gave him the dog's tail grass in his hand.

The young man seemed to be a little disgusted, but he still took it, and the sunset fell into his eyes, overflowing with a faint smile: "Are you waiting for me?"

The little bald nodded.

He was waiting for him, he didn't know what he would come, so he waited for three days, and every day he would pick a big handful of dog's tail grass and wait here, and he wanted to pick flowers for him, but the owner of the shed would beat him.

He could only pick the dog's tail grass and give it to him.

The boy was born good-looking, holding a handful of dog's tail grass, so beautiful that he said, "The hand is outstretched." ”

The little bald head stretched out his hand, dirty.

He gave him a jug of milk: "For you." ”

The little bald man grinned.

Outside the fence, three cars were parked, and someone in the car shouted, "Brother Weaver." ”

"Brother Weaver. ”

"Eori!"

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

It is a companion of the teenager and urges.

He turned around dissatisfiedly and responded: "Xue Baoyi, what are you urging?" Then he got up and said to the little bald head, "I'm just passing by and leaving." ”

He held the dog's tail grass in his hand, waved his hand, and left.

The little bald head grabbed the iron fence and desperately pushed his head out, the young man got into the car, he couldn't see it, so he climbed on top of the fence, and when the car was far away, he was holding the milk and laughing.

He looked around, and there was no one, so he opened his mouth and read the boy's name.

"Jiang, weaving. ”

"Jiang, weaving. ”

The voice is hoarse, ranging from jerky, to proficient.

"Eori. ”

"Eori. ”

Zhou Xufang suddenly woke up from a dream, only to find that tears wet the pillow.

She got up from the bed, sat for a long time, went to the fridge to get a jug of milk, opened it, and took a sip. Lying back on the bed, she couldn't sleep anymore, her eyes were open, looking at the chandelier at the head of the bed, and she read Eori's name without saying a word.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Frostfall looks for her.

"Don wants to go and see the appraisal doctor. ”

She barely slept all night, her eyelids were heavy, and she spoke in a nasal voice: "Did you find something?"

She has tested many people, and there is no parent-child relationship, but it can also show one thing, the Luo family's external rhetoric is indeed false, Luo San is not the child of He Xiangxiu's relatives, and she has no kinship with Tang Xiangjia. The computer screen was quiet for a moment, "It's getting closer and closer to your conjecture, Luo San, it may be the Luo family." ”

Zhou Xufang's shoulders drooped, and he suddenly sighed: "Frost falls." ”

"Huh?"

Her voice was dull and unhappy: "I suspect that I am Luo San." ”

She had dreamed of the little bald head who couldn't speak many times, and last night, in addition to the little bald head in her dream, there was also Jiang Weaving.

Perhaps, it was not a dream.

She has memories of the Locke family's attic, and Tang Xiang is also checking her, and all the clues are pointing in one direction.

Zhou Xufang continued to sigh, feeling very depressed: "But I'm not sure yet, and I don't want to be a member of the Luo family." ”

At nine o'clock, there was no sun yet, and a large dark cloud covered the sky, overcast and gloomy, as if it was going to rain heavily. Don wanted to park the car outside the sanatorium and went to the ward with the box.

Xiao Qu changed the quilt cover inside: "Miss Tang is here." ”

"Where's my mom?"

"Xiaohui took her to the park. ”

Tang wanted to leave a box of small cakes for Xiao Qu on the table before leaving the ward.

At the back of the nursing home, there is a small park, and Ms. He, who was originally in a wheelchair, saw her and ran down from the wheelchair.

"Think about it!"

"Think about it!"

Ms. Ho was delighted and ran towards her.

Tang Xiang carried her back to the wheelchair: "I brought you your favorite walnut cake." ”

"You're spending money again. Although he complained, he hugged the box of walnut crisp tightly in his hand.

Tang wanted Xiaohui to get busy first, so she pushed her wheelchair and took Ms. He around the park. Along the way, Ms. He chattered, holding the box of walnut crisp silly, and Tang wanted to ask her, "Why don't you eat it?"

"I'll eat it when your dad comes back. ”

Ms. He's mental state was good and bad, and at this time, she was not very sober.

She parked the wheelchair aside, walked to the front, squatted down, and asked casually, "Mom, where is Luo San?"

Ms. He frowned: "Where did she run again?" she looked around, "Did you steal braised pork again?"

"This little fool is not afraid of being beaten, and dares to steal meat to eat. ”

Ms. He scolded the little fool a few words, got up from her wheelchair, and shouted that she was going to find Luo San.

Tang didn't want to stop it, and followed behind: "Mom, where are Luo San's parents?"

"Her mother," Ms. Ho said in a whisper, "her mother is locked up." ”

"Where are you locked up?"

Ms. He suddenly paced back and forth in a panic like a frightened bird, and her mouth kept muttering: "Dead, dead." ”

"And her father—"

"Shhhhh......hhhhhh

There was a burst of thunder, and the rain fell, and the winter rain hit the body and was freezing to the bone.

As soon as Xue Baoyi arrived at the tea restaurant, she received a call from Zhou Xufang.

"Mr. Xue, it's me, Zhou Xufang. ”

"Brother and sister are looking for Brother Weaver?"

Zhou Xufang said: "No, I want to meet you." ”

Xue Baoyi was surprised: "Just me and you?"

"Hmm. ”

What do you want to do with him?

Could it be that the two of them quarreled?

Xue Baoyi thought twice: "Then do I need to tell Brother Zhi'er?"

"No, I don't. ”

So, this is to meet Jiang Zhi in private? Xue Baoyi had a bad premonition.

Half an hour later, Zhou Xufang arrived at the tea restaurant.

Xue Baoyi got up gentlemanly and helped pull up the chair: "Sit." He turned around and called out to the waiter, "I ordered milk for you." ”

Jiang Zhi raised his girlfriend as a daughter, and Xue Baoyi only dared to give her milk.

Zhou Xufang sat down: "Thank you." ”

Xue Baoyi sat opposite: "Looking for me for something?"

"Hmm. ”

"Something to do with Brother Weaver?"

Zhou Xufang nodded, the waiter brought milk, she took a sip and licked her lips: "Luo Qinghe said that Luo San is the person at the top of Jiang Zhi's heart," what she wanted to ask was, "Are they in early love?"

“……”

Sure enough, it was a proposition.

Xue Baoyi felt that it was important to save her life: "You can ask Jiang Zhi directly." ”

Zhou Xu Textile couldn't ask for an answer on the phone, so she asked someone out, and she said honestly: "Jiang Zhi will be sad when he hears Luo San's name." ”