When Ling Li heard him tell him about this matter directly, the burden of his thoughts was unloaded, and he simply looked at him, and his heart gradually calmed down.

She's just falling in love with someone, and she doesn't hurt anyone, and she doesn't need everyone's consent.

What's wrong?

Even if there was a mistake, it was the timidity and hesitation she once had that made it such a strange situation today.

It's so close that they can't touch each other like glass. She has been tormented by the same feeling, why should she accept the accusations of others?

Whether it is relatives and friends who are under the banner of being good for her, or the so-called students who want to protect the teacher, there is no reason to take a stand.

Yes, the matter between her and him has nothing to do with others.

However, Zhu Jinchuan is different from others, not only because of the relationship many years ago, but also because of his care and guidance these days.

Therefore, although Ling Li thought that his words offended her, she only expressed her attitude in silence and did not refute it.

Zhu Jinchuan understood what she was thinking, and spread his hands helplessly: "Sure enough, once it comes to emotional issues, the thorns on your body will stand up." At that time, you could ask for my opinion very calmly about Xie Keer, why didn't you listen to a word when you arrived in Nanzhiyi? ”

Ling Li straightened her back and took a deep breath: "Okay, I don't know your opinion, where did it come from?" ”

Originally, she was ready to accept Zhu Jinchuan's tirade to analyze many inappropriate things between her and Nan Zhiyi, such as his eccentric personality, unapproachable, and too different from her family background.

However, he thought about it for a long time, and finally sighed: "There are too many involved, and it is related to Nanzhijun, and there are very few people who know about it, so I am not too good to reveal it to you." Whether you believe it or not, it's your own choice after all, and I just hope you don't regret it. ”

Ling Li was still thinking about the meaning behind his words, and Zhu Jinchuan said again: "Also, your face is obviously staying up late, go back and rest, and come back to work tomorrow when you have slept enough, I don't want to see you make any mistakes again!" ”

Ling Li lowered her head slightly, slightly embarrassed to be seen through, and before she could think of what to say, Zhu Jinchuan leaned over again.

After that, he took out a black brocade box from the bottom drawer of his desk, placed it on the tabletop, and gently pushed it to her.

Ling Li hurriedly gathered his mind and asked, "What is this?" ”

Zhu Jinchuan pursed his lips: "On a business trip in the imperial capital, I met the Haizhu Exhibition, and I felt that this one was quite suitable for you, so I bought it." ”

Ling Li opened the box, looked at a droplet-shaped purple pearl lying inside, thanked him and closed it—his eyes didn't stay on it for a few more seconds.

Zhu Jinchuan looked at her and looked depressed, moved his lips, and didn't say anything after all.

Coming out of Baiyang Building, looking at the rain and fog in the sky, Ling Li was in a very complicated mood.

The sky was still clear in the morning, and this time, it became hazy, which was very in line with her mood these days.

I opened the bag and wanted to take out the umbrella, but I found that there was nothing in it except for a mobile phone and a coin purse with only a dozen yuan.

No wonder the bag was so light, it turned out to be missing a lot of things—and it was all because of the loss of soul and the rush in the morning.

Ling Li slowly walked in the direction of the subway, thinking about it in her head.

Zhu Jinchuan's words, although a little inexplicable, but she didn't know why, she always cared a little.

But if she didn't know where it came from because of his words, she wouldn't be able to do it regardless of Nan Zhiyi.

Seeing that there was no place to shelter from the wind and rain, and that she could only get drenched in the rain if she wanted to go home, Ling Li bit her lip, tightened the short-sleeved overshirt on her body, and threw herself into a rain curtain.

The rain is not heavy, but the fine rain is particularly annoying. From the time I got down the steps to the subway entrance, it was only a distance of one or two hundred meters, and my hair was already wet.

Descending the steps into the subway, Ling Li took a breath.

It's not the rush hour, and the subway station is still bustling with people.

She sighed that the city was getting more and more prosperous, but she didn't notice a large puddle of water on the edge of the tiles under her feet.

She exclaimed, and she was about to fall when she leaned over, but fortunately she held on to the vending machine next to her in a panic, so she didn't make a fool of herself in public.

The sudden accident made her heart beat wildly, and after stabilizing her body, she gasped for breath, but suddenly her breath tightened, her eyes widened, and she looked at the scene in front of her.

From the reflection of the glass case of the vending machine, she seemed to see a somewhat familiar figure.

With a round face, short hair, and a small man, it's not Qian Yang, who is it?

She turned her head suddenly, only to find a group of passers-by with completely unfamiliar faces behind her.

"No, it should be wrong to look good without rest." While comforting herself, she still couldn't help it, and her eyes scanned all the scenes in front of her, filtering the faces that appeared in her sight one by one.

No, not the same person as before.

Ling Li's heart was slightly relieved, entered the station, and took the subway.

The subway is not as crowded next to each other as it is during rush hour, but it is not too loose, at least there are no vacant seats.

There are people all around, and the sound of neighboring people talking in whispers is in her ears, which is a little noisy, but it makes her heart that she was holding just now gradually relax, and people are also beginning to be sleepy, and they can't open their eyes.

She leaned on the armrest of the carriage and took a nap, and when she heard the words "Niuwang Temple" in her ears, she was excited and not sleepy at all.

It's already there.

After getting out of the car, the rain has not stopped, but has a tendency to increase.

Ling Li passed by the convenience store at the entrance of the subway, looked at the umbrellas piled up at the door, and struggled for a few seconds, but still didn't buy them.

A distance of a few hundred meters, you can get there if you walk a little faster, so why spend money in vain?

With such a thought, she plunged headlong into the rain and fog again.

A few hundred meters from the subway, there are small shops along the road, and on heavy rainy days, they have opened their canopies to do business.

Ling Li had no intention of staying, and hurried under the cover of the canopy, which could be regarded as avoiding some rain.

Rao was like this, and she was choking enough, her hair was already dripping, her glasses were blurry, and she couldn't see the road clearly—she hadn't worn contact lenses in the morning after staying up late the day before, and her eyes weren't very comfortable.

After wiping the lenses again and again, she was really impatient to wipe them again, Ling Li took off her glasses and put them in her bag, raised her eyes, and looked at the blurred road in front of her with a wry smile.

No way, that's what happened if you didn't bring an umbrella.

He sighed and continued on his way, but suddenly heard a soft cry in his ear.

Every cell in her body suddenly tensed up at that moment, she stared incredulously at the back that had quickly walked away, and the next moment, chased out in that direction.

A few minutes later, Ling Li stood at the entrance of an alleyway, a little hesitant.

She had lived in the neighborhood for several years and knew that the alley was a dead end. Less than a hundred meters in length, at the end is an old wall.

The back she was chasing disappeared in front of this entrance.

Is that really him?

Ling Li was a little unsure. At that time, the light and vague "Sister Xiao Li" in her ears rang, let

Ling Li turned her head, but only saw the sparsely populated alleyway behind her.

"Qian Yang!" She said to the empty alley, plucking up her courage and shouting.

The passers-by next to her looked at her in surprise, and then hurried away.

Pursing her lips and clenching her palms, Ling Li took a deep breath and slowly walked into the alley.

The reason why she had the courage to walk in was because it was still daytime, but as soon as she walked into the alley, she found that the brightness here and outside were like two worlds.

The rain blurred the line between heaven and earth, and the three-storey buildings on both sides of the alley made the light inside very bad.

The eyes are full of gray and black, but the distance of dozens of meters is terrifying.

Ling Li kept thinking, what would she do if Qian Yang suddenly appeared?

Unexpectedly, until he saw the wall full of creepers, there was still no figure of him as far as the eye could see.

But the tension of being stared at by the beast that lurks in the darkness follows me like a shadow.

Where the hell is he hiding? How can she avoid the portrait recognition of the dense Skynet in the city and lurk beside her?

If it was really because of Xiaomin's sake, why did they let her go alone?

And why, after nine years, to appear by her side again?

Ling Li clenched his palms tightly, and the cold qi that came out of his heart gradually spread all over his body.

A city with a population of more than 20 million, with lights comparable to first-tier cities, there are also large shantytowns and urban villages waiting to be transformed, as well as nearly half of the foreign population and floating population that are difficult to manage.

There seemed to be a chuckle behind him, and Ling Li suddenly turned around, only to see the empty alley behind him.

She was creepy, standing still, not knowing what to do.

In my mind, Lu Xiaoxiao's phone call that day suddenly floated again.

She said that Qian Yang looks simple, not simple at all, struggling to grow up at the bottom of society, and there is a crazy mother at home, and the hardships and pains he has suffered are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Ling Li pursed her lips, gradually stabilized her heartbeat, and warned herself over and over again in her heart that she must not panic.

She retreated back to the main road, not intending to chase after her like a headless fly.

Whether he is deliberately pretending to be a ghost, or if it will really appear to her disadvantage, she would just call the police, so why cooperate with him to play this game of cat and mouse?

So, continue on the journey home.

After entering the community, entering the elevator, and going up to the eighteenth floor, everything was normal and smooth, and the uneasiness of ten minutes ago gradually disappeared.

Standing at the door of 1801, Ling Li took a deep breath, sorted out his emotions, bent his fingers, and took out the key to open the door.

Before pushing open the security door, she also deliberately pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, so that she didn't look so nervous - lest Nan Zhiyi see that something was wrong.

As soon as the door opened, she put down her bag and called out at the door: "I'm back." ”

The room behind the door was quiet, and there was no sound in the huge space except for the sound of the wind and rain outside the window.

Not only did no one answer, but even the two dogs that usually ran when they heard movement were nowhere to be seen.

"Still sleeping? Or went for a dog walk? She frowned and muttered to herself, a slight uneasiness in her heart.

Ling Li put down her bag and was about to enter the house, when the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of her silhouette in the mirror placed in the entrance.

The reflection I saw on the vending machine before getting on the subway, and the distorted shadow in the shopping mall display case after getting off the subway, suddenly appeared in my mind.

Looking down, the shoes that Nan Zhiyi usually wears are well placed on the shoe rack, and there is no trace of moving.

Her heart was tight, she didn't have time to change her shoes, and almost trotted to Nan Zhiyi's bedroom.

The door didn't close, and the bed was a mess, but the people weren't there.

She breathed a sigh of relief, quickened her pace and ran to the study, pushing the door open.

The room was full of books, and on the spotless desktop was a new MAC that she had set for him, but still, there was no one.

Ling Li's voice began to tighten, and she shouted loudly: "Teacher Nan? Rice? Guli? ”

No one answered, and no dogs ran up.

"Lu Peng?" She shouted again.

It was still quiet, except for her voice echoing through the empty room.

Ling Li's scalp was numb, her heart was clenched, and a thought popped up in her head that she didn't dare to think.

"You won't play on the second floor, will you?" She comforted herself with herself, her heart beating wildly, and she trotted up to the second floor again.

The garden was empty, but the little garden, which was cleaned up in the morning, was a bit of a mess.

There were scattered clods of soil on the ground, and the kettle he usually used to water the flowers fell on the floor tiles, and all the water in it flowed out, wetting a large piece of the ground.

Judging from the traces of evaporation, it seems that the time for this water to spill will not exceed half an hour.

Did something really happen?

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and a chill ran down his spine, Ling Li could no longer suppress his panic.

She was almost in a state of six gods and no owner, and suddenly remembered that there was another contact information, and with a glimmer of hope, she ran downstairs to the entrance, took out her mobile phone from her bag and began to dial Nanzhiyi's number.

However, on the other end of the earpiece, there was a familiar, cold female voice prompting to turn off.

Occupied by great fear, her trembling hand gripped the phone again, allowing it to fall to the floor with a crisp sound.

Nanzhiyi, gone.

Not only is he gone, but Lu Peng, who came to accompany him in the morning, and the two dogs at home are gone.