The big-leaved banyan on the road was covered with a layer of yellow sand, the thick plaster on the ground was printed with the footprints of passers-by, and at the door of the bakery, Fu Zekai was almost unsteady standing with a delicate cake box. I searched every shop along the street, and I was full of hope to return here, but I heard the clerk of the shop next to me......

"Just now there was a little girl in a red dress who was taken away by a man! The girl was struggling so hard that Jiang Jiang hurt! But the man got into the car in a few steps, and we couldn't ask what was going on!"

The heart that hung high suddenly fell into the bottomless abyss, Fu Zekai's clenched palms were sticky with sweat, this is winter, how can you sweat? He looked at the clerk blankly, and wanted to say something to her, his thin lips buzzed a few times, but only made a faint sound, so weak that he could barely hear it. "Little ...... Nan Chu ......"

Nan Chu is gone! Nan Chu was taken away!

Was she taken away by the bad guys? or was she taken away by her family?

If it was the bad guys who took her, where would Nan Chu be sold? If she was taken away by her family, she would go back to New York, the city he couldn't reach!

No matter which it is, it will be difficult for him to see Nan Chu again!

The seven souls and six spirits were at a loss, the cold sweat oozing from his forehead was stained by the yellow sand, and he mechanically wiped it with his hands, like a dirty little flower......

"Nan Chu, Nan Chu!" he opened his mouth wide and let out a pitch-changing scream. A green tendon on his forehead protruded distinctly, and his face was flushed. On the street, passers-by looked at him in horror.

"Nan Chu ......"

The sunset was dripping, the sun was falling down the cliff, the winter evening wind blew his dirty face, he was like a wandering spirit, wandering the streets all afternoon, whenever a little girl in a red dress appeared in his sight, he followed closely behind, one was lost or went home, he followed the other, and finally, he did not know where he had gone......

In despair, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, could it be that she was sent home by a good Samaritan?

People in despair will always think that the impossible is possible.

He ran quickly in the direction of home, accidentally bumped into a passer-by and fell to the ground, and was kicked hard by the man, he didn't care about the pain, the desire in his heart urged him to get up and endure the pain and continue to run, what a longing? Nan Chu, who longed to see him at the door of his house, longed to see her squatting by the door and waited for him to come home......

Desire is like the longing of a dying sick person for recovery, like the longing of a person who has gone to hell to be dragged to heaven......

Ascending to the fifth floor in one breath, the empty corridor echoed with the sound of his heavy footsteps, the dying patient was covered with a white cloth, the people who went to hell were tormented in the oil pot, his Nan Chu was not at the door, a huge black hole was gouged out of his chest, he sat slumped in the doorway, his back against the door, and opened the flat cake box, the cake inside had been shattered, and the sticky mousse was mixed with black and white, disgustingly sticking to the paper mat......

"Fu Zekai, I'm back!" Jiang Nanchu withdrew the hand that was pressed on his forehead and threw it into his arms.

The bougainvillea is still in the past, the high-rise buildings stand on both sides of the road, the streets are spotless, the shop from 13 years ago is now the podium of the mall, only the small bakery, just like the bougainvillea many years ago, as it was yesterday. Memories that have long been forgotten are pieced together piece by piece. Nan Chu who was stung by a scorpion when he was nine years old, Nan Chu who was sick when he was nine years old, Nan Chu who called him 'Xiaojin' when he was nine years old, Nan Chu who said goodbye without saying goodbye when he was nine years old, his heart was burned, Fu Zekai's body shook, pushed her away, and took two steps back......

"That's why you want me to marry you? For the sake of the little brocade who took you in thirteen years ago? What is this? Staged 'cat's retribution'? Let me live in your Jiang family's kingdom as a reward?"

He looked at Jiang Nanchu's eyes flashing with strangeness and pain, thirteen years! If Jiang Nanchu married him for the sake of 'Xiaojin' thirteen years ago, for what happened thirteen years ago, should he be happy for her to be obsessed with him thirteen years ago? Or should he be sad for 'Fu Zekai' who had no weight in her heart?

He approached her, his slender hand caressing her cheek. "Jiang Nanchu, there has been no 'Xiaojin' for a long time, now there is only 'Fu Zekai', and there is no 'Nan Chu' in Fu Zekai's world"

"Fu Zekai?" Jiang Nanchu was frightened by the strangeness in his eyes. "You promised you'd remember me!"

Why should she remember? Yes! How can she understand the pain of waiting for a long time, not being able to find her for a long time, and finally having to deliberately forget? Fu Zekai reluctantly withdrew the hand that caressed her face and hung it by her side. "It's 'Xiaojin' who remembers you, and on the day you didn't say goodbye, Xiaojin, who lost 'Nan Chu', didn't exist. Don't you call me Fu Zekai now? And your pure Chinese pronunciation can't pronounce the two words 'Xiaojin', Nan Chu, should I be sad?"

The sourness in his heart crept up his eyebrows, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist. "I thought that your purpose was to use me, even if it was a reason for marriage, I could accept it, at least you loved the later Fu Zekai, Nan Chu, you had already left back then, why did you tell me that 'Nan Chu' came back when I had forgotten you?"

Jiang Nanchu grabbed his hand in a panic and explained eagerly: "I was forced to leave at that time, when my parents' entourage found me in the bakery......"

On the street in front of the bakery, Nan Chu was jumping on one leg, small footprints were printed on the plaster, and her mouth was humming her own song, and a black BENZ stopped on the side of the road......

"Miss!" a man in a gray suit and black-rimmed glasses crouched down in front of her.

Nan Chu looked at the person with a worried face, it was her father's secretary, and he was followed by a few tall entourages, from their relieved expressions, it could be seen that these people had been looking for her for many days, their small bodies retreated step by step, and then quickly turned around and wanted to run to the bakery, the man hugged him quickly, and walked into the car in a few steps, before she even had time to exclaim, the car had already started and drove towards the airport......

"Nan Chu, why don't you call your parents? Do you know how worried your parents are?" In the first class cabin, the middle-aged woman wiped her daughter's tears and gently reprimanded.

"Mom, can you leave again at night? Please, let me say goodbye to 'Xiaojin', okay?" Nan Chu tugged at his mother's sleeve and begged bitterly.

"Nan Chu, obediently listen to my mother, grandpa's condition is getting worse and he may leave us at any time, so we have to rush back immediately, and we may not see grandpa if it's too late!"

Nan Chu's hand pulling at his sleeve was released, and his big teary eyes blinked. "I won't be able to see my grandfather a day later?"

"It's possible, Nan Chu, have you forgotten that grandpa loves you the most? There is no flight to New York at night, we can't postpone it any longer, grandpa may not be able to wait, you have to be sensible, you know?"

I can't see my grandfather! I can't see Xiaojin! She struggled repeatedly in her heart, and finally, she asked her mother. "Mom, can you take me here to find Xiaojin after seeing grandpa?"

"No, Daddy's affairs in England have been delayed for many days, and besides, you will be with Grandpa during his illness!" the man next to him vetoed, leaving no room for comment.

"Wow wow~~~ Wow~~~ If you don't take me back to find Xiaojin, I won't accompany grandpa!" Nan Chu waved his hands and feet, slid off his seat playfully, and rolled to the ground.

"Nan Chu, how can you say such a thing? Xiaojin is just a friend you know, and grandpa is the relative who loves you the most!" the woman angrily carried her back to her seat and buckled up her seat!

Nan Chu was still crying, but fortunately, there was only a family of three in the first class, and only the flight attendants watched the excitement. Seeing that she was crying more and more fiercely, the woman coaxed helplessly and distressedly: "Don't cry, when your parents are done, they will help you find Xiaojin, didn't you say that he doesn't have parents and parents?

Nan Chu suddenly stopped crying. "Really?"

The woman nodded. "Really, but wait until Mom and Dad are done!"

Parents are always easy to promise their children, and then they forget about them in a flash. Therefore, Nan Chu's parents were busy for half a year, and half a year later, under the urging of Nan Chu every day, the news finally came from City A that the house was no longer inhabited, and I heard from the neighbors that it was because Fu Zekai chose to live in junior high school, and the school he studied in had no way of knowing.

In the eyes of busy parents, these are all sesame trifles, and it is good to pass them by.

Nan Chu was too young to have the ability to search for people independently until three years later......

“…… When I turned twelve, I returned home with my brother during the summer vacation, and I waited in that house for many days without seeing you. At that time, you should be about to go to high school, the park was built by me with the inheritance left to me by my grandfather, and my brother is the main person in charge of that project, so the numbers in it are all 9 and 12, Fu Zekai, I have never forgotten you!"

Fu Zekai was silent, he chose to live in school after junior high school, he had to work part-time during the summer vacation, at that time, he had forgotten Nan Chu, I don't know if he still remembered it subconsciously very deeply, so when Jiang Nan Chu wanted to eat barbecue that day, he would refuse. In high school, he still lived in the school, and at that time, someone paid his tuition every year, right?

"You paid for my high school tuition?"

Jiang Nanchu's face was as pale as paper, she suddenly lowered her head and replied softly: "No, no, I only found you when you were in college!"

Fu Zekai raised her chin, and there was disbelief in her eyes. "Really?"

"Really!" Jiang Nanchu looked at him bravely. "I had a serious illness when you were in high school, and I started looking for you again when I got better!"

"Why didn't you show up after finding me, but gave me anonymous funding?" Fu Zekai examined her carefully, not letting go of every trace of emotion in her eyes.

"You yourself said that you have forgotten 'Nan Chu', even if you appear, do you remember me? It's been so long since you got married, don't you think of me?" Jiang Nanchu lowered his eyes, and his face became more and more pale. "Fu Zekai, I'm so tired today, can you go home and rest first?"

Fu Zekai beckoned to stop a taxi and helped her sit inside. "Let's go back first, you call someone to pick up the car on the pedestrian street!"

Jiang Nanchu leaned on his lap and nodded. "Let's fight again when we get home, I'm so tired!"