My name is Song Jingfan, and my parents are teachers like me, my father teaches mathematics and my mother teaches chemistry.

I had a very unhappy childhood, I had no freedom, no voice, and low self-esteem, like a pet in a cage.

They set me a series of rules and regulations, and they required me to execute it and complete it as meticulously as a program. You must not do anything other than the charter, otherwise you will have to accept a set of penalties for cooperating with the regulations.

Punishments like kneeling are commonplace, and a little too much is the mixed whip doubles that often occupy my long dreams.

Once, I sneaked out and ate a long-coveted rice noodle. When my mother found out, she whipped me hard for half an hour until my skin was open.

Since then, I have never dared to do anything outside of the regulations, and this is the beginning of my hatred for them.

She treated me like a guinea pig in an experiment, and whenever I tried to get out of the cage, it was considered a betrayal, even an unregulated evolution, and they thought it had to be contained.

When I grew up, I became a teacher at the behest of my parents.

One day, my father was basking in the sun on the balcony, holding a photo album in his hand, and sat quietly on the balcony and looked at it motionless for a long, long time. When I came back from outside to call him, I realized that he was gone.

When my mother found out, she hugged me and cried for a long time as if she had just woken up from a big dream, crying and shouting at me: I'm sorry for the child, I'm sorry for the child.

And then I broke down like crazy, and I didn't know what the hell was going on.

So I anxiously walked over and picked up the photo album in my father's hand, it was a very thin and ordinary photo album, and I didn't think there was anything special about it.

I eagerly flipped to the first page of the album, a picture of a fast-moving object that my father had captured in the air with his camera, small and not very clear. Just a white spot, and the sky was cloudy, like the end of the world.

The second one is the first one when it is enlarged, and the white dot is just a black stone ball, illuminated by lightning, and there is nothing special about it.

The third one was a black picture with nothing, and I think it was my father's camera that had a problem at the time. Further down are the photos my father took when he was traveling, some of the photos I took when I was a child, and my mother's.

Later, the doctor told me that my father died suddenly of a cerebral infarction, and my mother was too stimulated.

A year later, I met a girl and ended up getting married. It's just that our life was very strange after marriage, and I didn't know what the problem was, so I divorced in a daze.

After the divorce, the children followed me. I don't treat my children like my parents did to me when I was a child, I give my children enough freedom, but children are like machines, really too well-behaved.

Let her do whatever she wants, and the children who don't let her do it will never do it, and sometimes I really want the children to do something rebellious.

Until the day before yesterday, because Christmas was coming. The child asked me what I should do and what I shouldn't do during the festival.

This time I couldn't control myself, I yelled at the child like crazy, why are you so obedient, why do you have to ask me everything, don't you have a favorite thing you want to play? The child who was yelled at was frightened and cried by my sudden appearance, and I couldn't coax it, and it ended up in a tragedy.

......

After reading these contents, Mo Jingting closed her eyes and pondered for a while, An Zixian understood that she was touched in her heart, so she sat down and took back the copy.

"Feeling a little uncomfortable, isn't it?" An Zixian asked the apprentice to sit down and take a moment, "Don't think about it, it's been so many years, tell me what you think." ”

Mo Jingting quickly returned to normal.

"It's not sure whether this Song Jingfan and Fu Rui are the same person, but I vaguely feel that it won't be so simple, Fu Rui may be his pseudonym."

"Where did you know about these people, and how did you think about them?"

"I told you earlier," Mo Jingting smiled, "My intuition, my intuition is very powerful." ”

At this time, there seemed to be a black line floating over An Zixian's head, and he asked, "What else do you want to say?" ”

"It's gone." Then he took out the portrait of Bai Rong that he painted last night and continued, "Look at this, are you familiar with it?" ”

An Zixian frowned and shook his head suspiciously.

"She is Bai Rong, she should be Li Wenji's girlfriend."

An Zixian suddenly said strangely: "What! ”

Mo Jingting quickly put away the portrait and walked out of the dark room.

"I can't tell you for a while, let's go to Ningzhou now, go find Bai Rong's family, and see if there are any suspicious clues, in short, be fast."

An Zixian was confused by Mo Jingting's weird reasoning and elusive clues, but she still chose to believe this apprentice, and after a month, she obviously felt that she had changed, becoming more confident and stronger.

An Zixian also thought about whether Mo Jingting had a problem, but quickly dispelled her doubts.

There is no reason, just because she knows right from wrong, can still have a kind heart in the face of difficulties, and insists on finding the root cause in the face of fear.

After leaving Master's home, the two quickly booked a ticket to Ningzhou and went straight to the airport.

......

Ningzhou is in the southwest corner, facing the sea on three sides, bordering Sichuan and Tibet in the north, and is a rare tourist resort.

There, what kind of affair will happen to Li Wenji and Bai Rong, and how it will cause today's situation in the end, is waiting for Mo Jingting to find out.

In Bai Rong's story, her father had hysteria, is her illness also related to these things?

If so, then?

Thinking of this, Mo Jingting's scalp tingled for a while, these secretive things, the more she thought about them, the more terrifying they became, sometimes, she felt that the truth was very close, and sometimes she felt like she was in turmoil, everything seemed to be put together by herself. Like a broken mooncake, it was put together again after calming down.

......

The plane shuttled through the clouds, and through the window, Mo Jingting saw the continuous icebergs and green water underground.

Compared with my grandmother's plane, it was naturally much slower, but quite slow.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Jingting saw that the master was asleep, very quiet, breathing smoothly and evenly, without a trace of sound.

Time flies by as the light coming in through the window moves.

After noon, when the sun was setting in the west, the plane finally arrived.

Mo Jingting hurriedly woke up the master, then got off the plane excitedly, took out the portrait of Bai Rong out of the airport, and pulled the master straight to the ancient city of Ningzhou.

.......

The ancient city of Ningzhou is not far from the airport, and it takes less than 20 minutes to get to the city gate by driverless shuttle.