The company equipped Zhuang Xiaoyue with a car, which was a black Daben.

When this Daben drove back to the small courtyard of the farmhouse for the first time, Fei Fei timidly reached out and touched the front of the car, and quickly retracted his hand.

Mo Rufeng saw the expectation in the child's eyes: he hoped that his mother would also drive the car to pick him up, even if it was just once, so that he could also experience the "scenery" of the car and the car. But he didn't say it.

Fei Fei can't remember the last time his mother picked him up, maybe a year ago, maybe two years ago.

Today's Zhuang Xiaoyue is dignified and luxurious, she is getting farther and farther away from that poor but warm home, and she has an invisible coercion towards Mo Rufeng, and even Fei Fei feels this coercion.

He felt that his mother was moving away from him.

He even felt that Uncle Wyndwen was also moving away from him.

In the evening, after Zhuang Xiaoyue and Mo Huaiwen left, Mo Rufeng asked Fei Fei: "Why don't you go to the house rented by her company with your mother and ask your mother to drive you in the morning?" ”

Fei Fei shook his head and played with his toy pistol.

"Why?"

"Mom has a big run and a good job, and when I'm gone, you have nothing." Non-really.

At that moment, Mo Rufeng's eyes were moist, who said that children don't understand the world of adults?

They use their pure eyes to accurately judge everyone around them!

Mo Rufeng leaned on the head of the bed, he picked up his watch, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening, and the third anniversary celebration banquet of Junan Company should have ended long ago, but Zhuang Xiaoyue still did not come back.

It seems that there are too many things going on today, and she won't be back in the evening.

He took off his clothes and was about to rest, when the mobile phone rang "beep", and it was a text message coming in.

He took his phone and saw that it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

There is only one sentence: Room 205 of Qingmei Hotel, hehe! At this moment, there must be infinite spring.

Mo Rufeng threw the phone aside and ignored it, maybe someone sent it wrong.

He turned off the lights and lay down.

The bright moon has risen to the sky, and the shadows of the trees are swaying on the curtains.

Mo Rufeng was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and he remembered the text message just now.

If it's not someone else's wrong text message, then who sent it to yourself? What does he or she want to tell himself/herself?

Maybe it has something to do with Zhuang Xiaoyue?

He knew that he often passed in front of it. From home to Ome Hotel, it only takes 20 minutes to ride a motorcycle.

He sat up, lying next to Fei Fei sleeping soundly, snoring evenly and slightly.

He got out of bed lightly, took his clothes to the living room, and then gently closed the bedroom door so as not to be woken.

He got dressed, then went downstairs and pushed the motorcycle out of the carport.

The little pig jumped out early and wagged its tail at him.

"Take care of the house!" He stroked the piglet's head and said.

Then he pushed the car out of the gate, locked the door, and started the motorcycle.

There are only two street lights on this section of the road, and they are not lit, and no one has come to repair them for a long time, but fortunately the moon is bright and the stars are sparse tonight, and the road can be seen clearly. After a while, the car came to the main road, the lights were bright but very quiet, and only occasionally a car whizzed by.

Soon, he came to the front of the Qingmei Hotel.

He pulled over to the side of the road and walked to the foyer.

This is a small seven-story building, except for some rooms on the first floor used as commercial façade rooms, the rooms on the other floors are guest rooms, so its scale is neither large nor small.

At the reception on the first floor, a little girl was awakened by the sound of Mo Rufeng's footsteps and looked up from the table.

"Do you want a room, sir?" She asked, rubbing her hazy sleepy eyes.

"205." Mo Rufeng replied expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry, 205 already has guests staying in there, can I change it for you?"

Mo Rufeng smiled and said, "I mean I'm a friend of the guests in room 205, we meet here on a date, it is estimated that she has already fallen asleep, please open the door." ”

"What's your friend's last name?" The little girl asked, flipping through the register.

"Zhuang, the village's Zhuang, Ms. Zhuang."

"Oh." The little girl began to rummage through the room card in the drawer.

"I'm still going to call to confirm, wait a minute!" The little girl put her room card on the table and picked up the phone.

"Hey, hello, excuse me, that's right, there's a gentleman, who says it's your friend, and wants to come in for you, is that okay?" After the little girl finished speaking, she listened attentively and raised her head.

She was shocked to find that the room card on the table was missing, and the surroundings were empty, how could there be half a figure?

At this time, Mo Rufeng arrived at the door of room 205 early, he inserted the room card in, grabbed the handrail and twisted it, and the door opened.

In the room, only the small lamp at the head of the bed was on, giving off an orange light.

Zhuang Xiaoyue sat on the quilt, her long hair hanging low, covering most of her face.

The windows were open, and the curtains were still shaking.

Mo Rufeng strode to the window, and under the light of the street lamp, he saw a figure flashing around the corner downstairs, crossing a fence, and disappearing into the vast night.

Outside the window of room 205 is the platform above the canopy that enters the building.

It is estimated that workers were working on the construction and maintenance of the canopy yesterday, and a ladder leaned against the canopy. The man apparently jumped out of the window and climbed down the ladder.

Mo Rufeng turned around, and at this moment the little girl at the reception had just run up, standing at the door panting, looking into the room uneasily.

"It's none of your business," Mo Rufeng handed her the room card, "Go ahead with your business." ”

The little girl looked at Zhuang Xiaoyue hesitantly, and when she saw that Zhuang Xiaoyue did not deny it, she took the card and left.

Mo Rufeng sat down on the sofa in front of the bed and did not speak.

Zhuang Xiaoyue didn't speak, her face was very calm.

"A classmate, a woman, passed by Chengdu and reminisced together."

Half a ring, she said.

Mo Rufeng did not answer