"Brother." Shi Jingshen shouted softly.

Shi Jingrong stood up expressionlessly, threw the short arrow aside, and sat on the ground almost weakly, holding his forehead and staring at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

The wind seems to be even more wrong, and his eyes have no look, like a wood carving under a beginner's hand, as if he has no soul.

Shi Jingshen frowned, but in the end he decided to comfort the child first.

The wind didn't seem to listen to anything at all, and buried his head in the neck socket of Shi Shenshen as if mechanically, and didn't say anything, as if even the sound of breathing was so faint.

Nan Yanyu happened to call at this time.

"Brother Shen, I'm outside the company now, where are you?" Nan Yanyu's voice came from the phone, and the wind suddenly moved.

Shi Jingshen wrinkled his eyebrows and glanced at the child, and said softly: "There is something wrong here, you are waiting for me in a place with monitoring at the entrance of the company now, and I will come right away." ”

After speaking, he hung up the phone, and immediately called Qin Yu, and then helped Yifeng to look at him, and said to him softly, "Will I bring my sister over later?" ”

Hearing this, Yifeng still had no expression, and nodded lightly.

Shi Jingshen picked up the wind and entered the room of the wind and put him on the bay window, the golden sunlight bathed him, and he finally had a little warmth.

Shi Jingshen breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his head, checked around the room, picked up the computer and put on his favorite cartoon, trying to calm him down.

But where is it so easy?

The wind didn't seem to be able to concentrate his attention at all, and his eyes were scattered.

Shi Jingshen naturally couldn't let him stay with the corpse, so he decided to place him in the room first.

In the living room, Shi Jingrong was already sitting on the sofa, half of his face sunk in the shadows, like a cloud chasing the sun outside the window.

"Brother, are you okay?" Shi Jingshen stood behind him and asked slowly.

Shi Jingrong let out a "hmm", but did not make any movement.

Shi Jingshen didn't continue to ask, but said: "Yifeng is in his room now, you better go and see him, I have already called Qin Yu, the bureau is so close, he will come back soon, I will go and pick up the rain first." ”

Shi Jingrong nodded lightly and stood up a little embarrassed.

Shi Jingshen glanced at him, sighed lightly and turned to leave.

Only a few steps, Shi Jingrong's footsteps staggered a little to the door of the wind interpretation.

Yifeng sat on the bay window, and the whole person looked like a doll.

Just as exquisite, just as beautiful, just as lifeless.

Shi Jingrong didn't go in, he leaned against the door frame and slid down slowly, little by little.

Everything just now, effortless, but very tiring.

The woman looked very much like Xu Ji, and there was even a moment when he felt that his wait had finally come to an end.

It wasn't until he looked at him that he realized that all the waiting seemed to be fruitless.

In the end, he can't afford the word "worthy", he has always relied on the word "Xu Xi" to live.

He humbly and timidly hoped that there would be any news from Xu Xi, even if it was just a little, a little, just a little, just a little, it would make him feel that it was worth it.

But where is the little spark?

How many nights was that, and the worries that came up to him and couldn't melt into the tip of his heart?

I burned old dreams, laughed in the middle of the night, and finally woke up in tears and didn't seem to have been a few years old.