087 Like a Dream (3)
Fu Yin woke up in a trance, and she thought carefully for a while. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
What the hell is this a dream? Or is it the script that the system shows her?
She is also playing the game "Chivalry".
And her account card is Luotuo Jianghu.
If you want to say the biggest loophole, it may be that the time is not right - "Chivalry" has only been out for two months.
She's been so busy lately that she can't bother to play games. The last time Li Yuanyuan came over and said that she wanted to help her practice at the full level, she gave her the account card.
If the vivid scene in her mind just now is not a dream, that is, five years later, she didn't want to get her account card back, and Li Yuanyuan became a game god and a professional player?
This girl is too good.
Fu Yin was almost a little excited, and almost called Li Yuanyuan to congratulate her.
When she calmed down and thought about it, she realized that something was wrong.
If it's a system task, it must be to fulfill the protagonist's wish, so this time the protagonist is...... Li Yuanyuan in the future?
If there are two Li Yuanyuan, then it can't be messed up?
Her thoughts were in a state of confusion, and the sharp ringing of her cell phone interrupted her train of thought.
"Heyβ"
She rubbed her head and noticed that it was already dark outside.
"Xiaoyin, why did you answer the phone?"
It was her father, Fu Wenbin, whose voice was trembling and hoarse, which made Fu Yin suddenly have an ominous premonition in his heart.
"What's wrong Dad, what's going on?"
She subconsciously put on her shoes and walked to the door, and Fu Wenbin said, "Your mother is lost!" I searched all over the station and found no one. β
Fu Yin breathed a sigh of relief, "Go home first, right?" She is such a big person, how can she say that she will lose it. β
Rune Wenbin said hoarsely, "Someone else picked up her luggage, and I saw the medical records inside...... Alzheimer's disease. β
Alzheimer's disease, also known as Alzheimer's disease, senile dementia.
Fu Yin's mind instantly appeared a lot of professional terms in this regard.
She calmly said, "It can't be. The disease is staged, my mother has no symptoms at all, she speaks the same as before, she is clearly organized, and her thinking is normal......"
"Your mother won't let me tell you," Fu Wenbin interrupted her, "She has been forgetting a lot at home this year, and she lost her temper when I asked her to go to the hospital for a check-up." β
Fu Wenbin's voice choked, "It's just that the past two months have gotten a lot better, and it seems to be the same as before, so I didn't pay attention to it." She had a notebook in her luggage, and it was densely written......"
He couldn't go on, and choked up.
Fu Yin wiped her tears, "Dad, don't worry, you call the police first, I'll take the car back immediately, Mom will be fine." β
hung up the phone, Fu Yin suppressed the mess in his heart, packed up two clothes in a haphazard manner, hugged the computer and walked out.
As soon as Zhou Nan parked the car, he saw Fu Yin walking out as if no one was around.
She didn't see anything wrong with her expression, but her back was stiff and her steps were a little floating.
There was a typhoon tonight, and now the temperature has begun to drop, but she is still wearing a thin windbreaker, and Zhou Nan feels a little depressed inexplicably.
He drove up to Fu Yin, lowered the window, and said, "Get in the car." β
Fu Yinxiang was frightened and stunned for a moment before opening the car door in a daze.
"Where to go? I'll send you. β
He and her have developed some kind of tacit understanding, such as not asking about whereabouts and reasons.
Fu Yin bit her lip and looked at him, "If you have time, send me back to the county, my mother...... It's gone. β
Her voice was sobbing.
Zhou Nan's face changed, he didn't ask more, the car turned in a different direction, and after a while, he got on the highway.
Fu Yin kept staring out the window, her eyes were red, but she never cried.
It would be good if you insisted on sending your mother back, why did she give up in a few words.
The two cities are not far apart, but the last time she went home was during the Chinese New Year.
Zhang Yi likes to chatter, she is still a treasure two days before she goes home, and she will inevitably lose a meal in two days.
Fu Yin naturally thinks that it is good to live separately, anyway, it is not far away, and it is good to have time to go back and have a look, and call often.
But she forgot for a while that her parents would grow old, and it was impossible for them to wait in the same place every time she remembered to turn back.
Three hours later, she rushed to the county train station.
Although it is a small county town, it is a transit station, and there are still a lot of people late at night.
Fu Yin made several calls in a row before Fu Wenbin answered.
"Dad, I'm here, where are you?"
Fu Wenbin didn't call along the way, so naturally he didn't find Zhang Yi.
"Monitoring room, you stand at the door, I'll look for you."
The station was too noisy, and the sound was hands-free, so Zhou Nan answered the phone, "Uncle, I'm Zhou Nan." You don't have to come here, I'll bring Xiaoyin over. β
All the way over, Fu Yin had calmed down, and she had already told Zhou Nan everything before she arrived at the station just now.
Zhou Nan made several calls to go out at that time, and now he directly found the monitoring room with Fu Yin.
"Why are you so familiar?"
"Look at the sign."
Fu Yin was confused, "The logo didn't write the monitoring room." β
Zhou Nan pointed to his head, "Look at it with your brain." β
ββ¦β¦β
Say she's brainless?
Fu Yin's gratitude to him was immediately cleared.
Fu Wenbin was thin and tall, sitting on a stool, with his long legs curled up, his eyes staring at the surveillance screen without blinking, and there was a young policeman next to him, also with a tense face.
Fu Yin and Zhou Nan came in, and Fu Wenbin hurriedly introduced, "This is Officer Chen, your mother's situation, and now you can only help us check and monitor." β
They said hello, and Officer Chen smiled with clear eyebrows: "You're welcome, just call me Xiao Chen." β
Several people didn't say much, and they all began to look at the surveillance, and occasionally the sound of the radio came.
"Ms. Zhang Yi, please contact the staff after hearing the announcement, your family is waiting for you to go home."
Another half hour had passed, and it was already late at night, and Fu Yin rubbed his eyes.
There are too many people at the train station, and they have to watch a picture repeatedly, and they only see that Zhang Yi did get off the train after arriving at the station, and then followed the crowd for a while, and they couldn't find anyone when they cut to another monitor.
"Let's rest for a while."
Zhou Nan didn't know when he went to buy some supper, and several security guards had worked hard for a long time, so they sat down and ate unceremoniously.
Zhou Nan handed a bowl of porridge to Fu Yin, and Fu Yin just wanted to shake his head and refuse, but heard him say: "You went to bed without eating in the afternoon, and overdrawing your body has no effect on finding someone." β
Fu Yin had no choice but to take it, but handed it to Fu Wenbin, "Dad, you eat something first." β
When they first heard the news, it really felt like the sky was falling.
In addition to Zhang Yi's loss, it was more that she was hiding her illness alone, and they felt guilty.
It's just that fortunately, she just got lost, and they still have a chance to make up for it.
At Fu Wenbin's age, there was nothing he couldn't see, so he picked up the porridge and walked outside and lit a cigarette first.
Looking at Fu Yin's worried expression, Zhou Nan whispered: "I looked at a few exits just now, but I didn't find my aunt, she took a lot of the bus and left." β
"Are you alone to see clearly?"
Zhang Yi got off the bus at that time, but he didn't necessarily leave the station immediately, he might have been delayed for a while and went out again, they just couldn't judge it before they repeatedly looked at the monitoring.
"I can't forget it."
"......" (To be continued.) )