Han San pulled the car and ran to a few more places with Xia Ju, but they all returned in vain, not to mention Bai Yulan, no one had heard of this name at all.

Xia Ju began to wonder if his father was a little confused in his mind and talking nonsense before he died? In that case, you don't have to look any further.

After paying Han San's car, Xia Ju returned to her home, and she felt a little tired after a morning of traveling, so she lay down on the bed and stretched her body as much as possible to relax.

The warm winter sun shines in through the glass window, the sun shines on the body, the warm feeling is very pleasant, and it gradually makes people sleepy, and after a while, Xia Ju unconsciously fell asleep.

In a daze, Xia Ju was awakened by a knock on the door, Xia Ju rubbed her eyes and sat up, and asked, "Who?" ”

"Xia Ju, it's me, Shen Junchen." A male voice outside replied.

Shen Junchen is Xia Ju's classmate, and he is also a boy who has a close relationship with Xia Ju at school.

Xia Ju simply made up the bed, walked over and opened the door, outside the door was Shen Junchen, whose hair was combed and shiny, and he was carrying a cotton bag containing a lunch box.

"I'm really sorry for you to hear the teacher say that something happened to your family...... I saw that you haven't been to school for the past two days, and I'm worried about you, so I'll take a look......" Shen Junchen looked nervous, and his speech was a little stumbling.

"Thank you, I'm fine, I'll go to school in a few days. Come in and sit down. Xia Ju let Shen Junchen into the house.

Shen Junchen handed over the lunch box in his hand and said, "This was found on your door, I guess it was sent to you by your relatives at home, so I brought it in for you by the way." ”

"My hometown is from northern Jiangsu, and I have no relatives in Shanghai, you ...... Is it a mistake? ”

"That's not wrong, you see, it left you a note."

Shen Junchen took out a note from the bag containing the lunch box and handed it to Xia Ju, Xia Ju took it and took a look, on it was a very beautiful regular script written with a pen: Festival mourning and change, take care of your body!

Xia Ju was stunned, and didn't pick up the lunch box handed over by Shen Feng, Shen Junchen had no choice but to put the lunch box on the table and said, "Xia Ju, we are classmates, you must not be polite to me, if there is anything you need help with, just say it, I want to ...... I can always help. ”

Xia Ju got up and went to pour water for Shen Junchen, and Shen Junchen hurriedly said, "Xia Ju, don't be busy, I'm not thirsty." ”

"It's so cold, it's good to drink some hot water to warm up." Xia Ju picked up the thermos only to find that there was no water at all in the thermos, and the original little hot water was used by herself.

Xia Ju sighed and said, "You don't want to drink it." ”

Shen Junchen said hesitantly: "There is one thing, I don't know if it is appropriate to tell you at this time......

Xia Ju: "Say, didn't you just say it, we are classmates, so you don't need to be polite." ”

Shen Junchen: "The day after tomorrow, my family is going to hold a small party, I invited a few school classmates, I originally wanted to invite you to go, but I didn't know that it was inconvenient for you...... After all, your father had just died. ”

Xia Ju pondered silently for a long time and said, "Thank you Junchen, as long as there is nothing special, I will go, I think my father doesn't want his daughter to be unhappy in heaven!" ”

Shen Junchen was surprised at first, then almost jumped up excitedly, and said happily: "Great! Xia Ju, it's great that you can think like this! When I came, I was worried that you would refuse, and this is good, this is good. ”

Xia Ju was very strange, it was very common for him to go to his family's party, why did he make him so elated.

After chatting for a while, seeing that Xia Ju was a little absent-minded, Shen Junchen got up and said goodbye with interest.

After sending Shen Junchen away, Xia Ju opened the lunch box impatiently, her absent-mindedness was also troubled by the taste in the lunch box, because judging from the taste, Xia Ju also knew that the lunch box must be her favorite moist cake and oyster fried.

Xia Ju had been hungry for a long time, and Shen Junchen was chattering with herself here, so she was not embarrassed to eat in front of him.

As for who delivered this lunch box, Xia Ju was also pondering, and while eating, she filtered through the dozen or so neighbors in this single-family building, who was most likely to deliver food to herself.

Grandma Liu downstairs? It's impossible, if Grandma Liu sends something, she will have to talk to herself for at least an hour before she stops.

Grandpa Wang next door? It seems unlikely, he has sent food before, but it is all made by his own family, and it is delivered while it is hot, neighbors, you come and go like this.

The westernmost Azzie who peeked at him all day? That guy seems to have a lot of food on his own, and it's impossible for him to ......

Xia Ju was in her thoughts, Meimei finished eating two full portions of moist cakes and oyster fried, after eating, and rested for a while, she picked up the lunch box and went to the kitchen to wash.

This lunch box is a kind of round and flat metal lunch box that is not very Chinese, but it is very similar to the objects used by foreigners.

Xia Ju wiped the lunch box dry with a rag, and when she wiped it to the bottom, she noticed the two words engraved at the bottom: Gao Fei.

This is a hard and sharp instrument carved with a knife, and the handwriting is a very beautiful regular script, which is both neat and elegant.

Gao Fei? This should be a person's name, could it be the owner of this lunch box?

There are two reasons to engrave your name on a lunch box. The first reason is that the owner of this lunch box is extremely bored and has nothing to do to engrave his own or other people's names on it.

The second reason is most likely, this person lived in a communal life, and this kind of lunch box of the same style is very special in them, and it is marked for the convenience of distinguishing.

Who will this Gao Fei be? There is no one with this name in my neighbors, and there is not even a surname Gao in this building.

Xia Ju thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't think of a clue.

People are like this, many times when they can't help it, they will force themselves to come up with a solution, although sometimes that solution will seem somewhat ridiculous.

Xia Ju just came up with a solution, she repacked the washed lunch box in a cotton bag and hung it back at her door.

At night, Xia Ju opened the door and saw that something strange had happened, and another fried oyster cake was hung on the door.

There is also a note with the same handwriting in the bag: Tianxingjian, the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement, the terrain is kun, and the gentleman is virtuous!

Xia Ju played with the meaning of this sentence, and her thoughts about eating became lighter, which is really a strange thing, and the person who brought her food seemed to be a very literate reader.

So, Xia Ju began to analyze among his classmates, analyzed a large list of names, and couldn't think of anyone who would play such an unfathomable game, and the most important thing was that few of his classmates knew where they lived.

In the next few days, this lunch box engraved with the word Gao Fei became an unsolvable puzzle in Xia Ju's heart.

Sometimes Xia Ju hung the lunch box on the door, and after a while, she would suddenly open the door to check, either the lunch box was gone, or the empty lunch box was still hanging on the door, and she did not see the person delivering the food once.

Later, this became a tacit game, especially when Xia Ju was sure that this person had no malicious intent, for a twenty-year-old girl who was curious about everything, it was really a fun and exciting game.

The content of the note that followed the lunch box also slowly changed, from a few excerpts at the beginning, to something purely personal and casually written, such as: "The weather is dry, drink plenty of water." "It's raining today, try not to go out." Etcetera.

The appearance of this incident greatly alleviated the pain caused by Xia Ju's loss of her father, because she had hope every day, not as simple as looking forward to a meal, but looking forward to that indescribable spiritual communication.