Cheng Haohui's place of residence is no easier to find than his wedding venue.

There were many more cars than usual on weekends, and I queued for more than ten minutes at the toll booth and continued south along the highway after passing. Enduring the increasingly turbid air choking into his nostrils, through the gauzy mist wafting from the gray fields on both sides, Li Yunqing's eyes kept jumping between the road, street signs and GPS.

Zheng Haohui seriously told her on the phone which exit she should take off the expressway, which street to follow to the east, and then the first few intersections and traffic lights to turn in. However, she was not very familiar with this highway before, and she had never been to the area outside the exit, including the street and the location of the place where Zheng Haohui said he lived. After talking about the address at that time, although Zheng Haohui's voice remained calm and polite, she had already tasted a little bit of "enough talking", so she didn't ask again. Navigating unfamiliar routes while driving is a torture for the driver's energy and attention, especially when the traffic is dense, it is really a big taboo for drivers, but this alone is not enough to make her nerves tense.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat was Shang Yiming again. This was a private visit, and the two did not represent the center, Li Yunqing hesitated again and again, and did not inform Dr. Song, she explained to Zheng Haohui that she had come to thank him for his invitation three weeks earlier. The car was loaded with a basket of apples, a basket of oranges, and two boxes of dried noodles made of wheat, which were not valuable, and they were all paid by Li Yunqing himself.

The round-the-clock volunteer on the right actually had limited contact with her, but every time he made a special impression on her since he joined the center. She reprimanded him as a leader to his subordinates, and he was stubborn in front of her, but when he questioned her as if she cared about her father's family, who was willing to be a punching bag, she was really displeased by him for the first time. Li Yunqing is the same age as Shang Yiming, and even two months older than him, even psychologically, she does not have a naïve state that lags behind her age, and it is impossible not to or never suspect the suspicion of "manufacturing" in those special impressions, and the motive of "manufacturing", especially it is difficult to avoid the proportion of the instinctive desire and interest of this man who happened to meet in a fast food restaurant in the process of "creating impressions".

Back in the glass-walled office at noon that day, Sister Yun took a sip of water and rubbed her temples. She suddenly turned this idiom out of her mind, thinking that it was the most suitable to hang with Shang Yiming's name. For a period of time in elementary school, she liked idioms very much, and she memorized idioms in the dictionary very well, and she always used idioms to describe the people and things around her, whether appropriate or inappropriate. Although she grew up with a more accurate understanding of the semantics of idioms, she seldom deliberately used this characteristic fixed phrase in her speech, and in fact, this childhood interest was still retained as her habit of thinking. At this time, no matter whether the person who "sold his reputation and reputation" was still there, there was no reason for her to teach him or any other volunteer a lesson like the scammer who pretended to be Tang Ying's relatives came to the door. The unhappiness in her heart caused her negative speculation about Shang Yiming's suspicions and motives to spread rapidly in just a few minutes. After a few minutes, her emotions quickly calmed down: there was no need to be angry about it for longer. She came out to fetch water, and involuntarily glanced at Shang Yiming's table, where the seats for all-day volunteers were empty. Back in her swivel chair, she flipped through the printed materials and refocused on the center's work.

When she got home that night, Li Yunqing took a bath after eating, sat cross-legged on her bed, flashed her mobile phone, and prepared to enter the shopping website to wander around, but unexpectedly found that the number she used for work received three unread text messages. Li Yunqing hurriedly opened the first text message.

Oh my God! she almost screamed. The first time she saw such a text message, there were no terrible pictures, it was all text, dense text. Every box in the frame was filled in, leaving scarcely a blank space on the digitized "letterhead" that could be extended on the screen. "Sister Yun, good evening, excuse me. First of all, I want to apologize to you, my words were too abrupt at noon today, in fact, I just wanted to make a joke, please forgive me......" The whole text is so humble and crepe wording, and the norms of the writing are not even a punctuation point. Li Yunqing pulled down the scroll bar, and it turned out that the entire text message was full, and the words of the all-weather volunteers were not finished. No wonder he might as well write a letter and send it to him if he had to send three text messages. Li Yunqing continued to read while thinking so, and the prompt reported to her twice during the period: I received a new text message. The sender's name is Shang Yiming.

“…… I know that what I told Dr. Song today is not quite in line with the norms of the center's activities, but with all due respect, extraordinary situations require extraordinary methods, and if everything can be operated according to the norms, then why use a public welfare organization like ours? I don't know if you think that my zealism is too much, or that my zealism is hypocritical and pretentious. Of course, even if you do question my attitude, it is not unreasonable, but believe me, what I said about my education after coming to the center is not a lie. When I was in college, I was very disdainful of public welfare and voluntary behavior, not because I thought this kind of behavior was bad, but because I thought it was a patch-style method. At that time, I was young and vigorous, and I wanted to read the books of Chinese and foreign sages to the fullest, and after finishing my studies, I was able to solve these problems completely from a macro and overall perspective. I still stuck to this idea in the first few years after graduating, and at that time I couldn't even solve many of my immediate problems......"

When he was in college, once in the dormitory, Li Wei closed "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and sighed in a low voice: "The truth and the lie are mixed together, and the deception is much more deceptive than simply making up lies." Shang Yiming deeply thought of his emotion and remembered it to this day. These sprinkling text messages sent to Li Yunqing all contain the essence of Zhuo Wu's original words. However, Dante himself believes that the truth is the majority of this confession, and that the minority part is more suitable to be called "concealment" than "deception".

“…… Now, after spending all these days at the center, I can't say that I have found the right direction in life or realized my full value, but through my current position, I have realized at least one thing: my past perception is wrong, and our rescue has our meaning. Don't take the good as a small thing, save people's danger, solve people's difficulties, do your best, and what is the scope of it? Whether it is a person or a group of people, every time other channels cannot provide the help they need in time, we lend a hand, and the rescued people also directly benefit, and we also transform love into practical action......"

The five text messages were intertwined, and his words were like flowing and moving, according to Li Yunqing, there were some differences from Shang Yiming's way of speaking in the center on weekdays. Such a long text message can be changed to a "long" letter. Li Yunqing smiled and pursed her lips. Even the "long" letters, she did not get tired of reading them. In the end, Shang Yiming said that he was only doing his best for the center at the moment, and hoped to contribute more in the future, and his words flickered, suggesting that Zheng Haohui's incident was a good opportunity for him to contribute, and it was also a good opportunity for the center. “…… We don't want to be grateful, but building a deep relationship with someone who can afford to rent a resort hall may also make a good story in terms of the development of the center......" This part is not flattering between the lines, but it gives Li Yunqing goosebumps. Dante deliberately wrote it like a jerky flattery from a man who doesn't know how to make up his brains.

The following day, Sister Yun did not come to the center. Near 6 p.m., Dante received a text message from Sister Yun, "Is there anything you have to do over the weekend?" and he replied, "Oh, I need to call Dr. Song." "Yesterday, Dr. Song told me that your group is in no hurry until next Monday. My unit will be busy from next week, and if I don't have time this weekend, I'll have to wait another three months. "What's the matter?" "I talked to Zheng Haohui on the phone in the morning, and agreed to visit his house in my own name this weekend. I bought him some things, can you come with me and help me move them to his house?"

The car finally turned off the increasingly crowded highway from the right exit, and Li Yunqing was glad that he did not repeat the mistake he made when he first got his driver's license two months ago. The next road was not blocked, but because she was not familiar with the place, the map on this GPS was not detailed enough, so she drove relatively slowly, and stopped several times to ask for directions. Dante sat in the car, took his breath, and didn't say anything. After driving for nearly forty minutes, they finally found the house number of the residential area provided by Zheng Haohui.

"I thought his house had to be renovated so differently. The two looked outside Zheng Haohui's house, and Dante whispered. "Oh, do you know he lives in this kind of house?" Li Yunqing glanced at him keenly. "Where," Dante said lightly, scratching his chin, "it was after entering here that I remembered his ...... auditorium, so I thought that his home would probably be unusual. "Well, in that case, it might be much easier for us to find it. Hey, remember, don't talk about weddings later. Li Yunqing took a deep breath and approached the golden metal gate shaped like a butterfly, looking for the doorbell near it.