"Song Song, you want to find Xu Langxing, but you don't know where he is. I just saw the photos that day, but just looking at them was a surprise. ”

A hidden smile appeared at the corner of Che Songhe's mouth.

"I don't know, but isn't this just someone sending the news to the door?"

Jiang Meina wanted to ask something, but the knock on the door came softly again.

It was the gentle and quiet female employee just now who asked a customer downstairs who needed to purchase a large amount of original English books, and whether she would bring him up immediately.

She said yes. When he came back to his senses, his friend was almost out of the door.

"Eh! Where are you going? What about that ad downstairs? She shouted at a higher voice.

"I'll go to my grandmother's house, and I'll hang it up again after the poster is ready." Che Songhe waved his hand with his back to her, and walked outside without looking back.

Although noon passed, the beams of light emitted by the sun were still dazzling, and the number of pedestrians seemed to gradually increase.

Because his mind was thinking about something, Han Chengyu couldn't even tell how to walk to the car inexplicably.

The small black car slowly drove out of the basement to a wide alley shaded by trees, and stopped in the shade on the side of the road.

The window of the car opened slightly, and he sat in the car, his fingers quickly turning the pages of the book, and the crisp sound of the paper was pushed by the breeze outside the window.

The leaves hanging down from the trees were rustled by the wind, and the sound of children's laughter and laughter was heard one after another.

When it was time for the end of the school day at the nearby elementary school, the students wore uniform yellow hats and came together, as if they could not finish talking, and then they were reluctantly picked up by their parents waiting at the school gate.

The summer breeze raised laughter and sent each other all the way, and after a good night's sleep, it was greeted with the dew of tomorrow morning.

Jiang Meina knocked on the door with her high heels. Cha Song-ha has not been contacted since she appeared at the bookstore a weekend ago.

The poster didn't hang up, and no one answered the phone, so she decided to come and have a look.

There was no response from the house.

She waited a little at the door before taking the key out of her satchel. A separate key that is hung from a keyring with a cartoon crystal pendant ornament.

Of course, her friend also has the same key ring, which is the key to Jiang Meina's door, which is hung on the small shelf where the key is hung at the entrance of the entrance.

She pulled her hair and opened the door, and the long curly hair had just changed to the color of wheat the day before yesterday, yellow and shiny, like a glossy wheat field.

"I've been knocking on the door for a long time!"

As soon as she stepped into the house, she saw Che Song Ha, whose eyes were half-squinted and staring at the monitor and ignoring her, complained dissatisfied.

The coffee cups are placed on the milky white workbench, and the mist is still rising. Jazz music is playful and bright, but the volume is almost inaudible. The pen was pinched in the owner's hand, rubbing the tablet left and right.

"Ah, there's work to do. If it's someone else, I'll pretend I'm not at home. If it's you, open the door yourself. ”

She hadn't washed her face in a while, and the glasses on the bridge of her nose were sliding down, and she pushed them up, not stopping the movement of her hands.

Jiang Meina walked in lightly, took out the small courier package in her handbag, and placed it in a corner of her workbench, a conspicuous position that could be easily seen.

She took a closer look at the dark circles under her glasses, "How long have you not slept in a row, you don't have to be in such a hurry for work, you can always take a break." ”

"I signed a contract with the agency under Mu Mojia Gallery, took more jobs, and he took care of me when I was in school. In addition,

After doing this, I have to do some personal things, and there is a period when I can't work, so I have to do it in advance. ”

"Okay, okay, there's nothing else to do in your life but work. Oh, this is the courier that sent me in the morning, it's yours, and there is no sender. It seems to have been sent by someone, not a normal logistics. ”

Che Songhe nodded, indicating that he understood.

"You haven't looked at the phone for a few days, Han Chengyu said that he couldn't find you, he seems to be looking for you for something, and he went to me."

"Oh." She replied lightly.

"Oh? Don't you ask about the situation? What's the news if it's the person you're looking for? ”

"I was going to look for him myself, and I didn't count on him. I'll see it later when I'm done, though. She replied reluctantly.

"Okay workaholic, remember the courier." Jiang Meina stretched out her long nails and poked the parcel box.

Che Songhe looked up at her suddenly, leaned his tired head to his right shoulder, like a marionette who had torn off the head control line, and nodded heavily.

It wasn't until dusk that she finally took off her glasses and examined the painting, looking fairly satisfied.

She stood up, walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window, and stretched in an exaggerated pose.

The fat home white T-shirt hung crumblingly on top of her, just the same length as the short skirt, with bare legs and bare feet. Outside the window, the sun sets, and the afterglow is reflected in a small man-made lake in the green belt. Winding concrete streets, covered by huge plane trees.

The yellowish street lamps, the low bushes in the green belt, the mother playing with the child, and the old man holding the pet leisurely and slowly. The present world is calm and warm. The characters under his brush are not delicate or glamorous, and they are natural and smart.

She now remembered that Jiang Meina had sent the courier at noon, and when she opened it, she saw that there was only one note inside, which was similar in size to a common sticky note paper, the paper was slightly harder, and there was a tiled pale pattern decoration, with a date printed on it, and a few lines of words.

It is not handwritten but printed. She turned the note over and looked at it a few times, made sure there were no other mysteries, put it aside, and sat back at her desk to get to the next task.

It was sent by Mu Mo.

It was an exciting weekend, I thought.

The school's electric fence was tightly closed, and Che Songhe, an outsider, was tightly guarded.

In the golden autumn of October, the sun at noon is still scorching, but fortunately, the wind is not small, and the scattered sweat beads from the long-term walk are instantly taken away by the bursts of refreshment.

She wore a ponytail, a white baseball cap, light cyan washed denim shorts, a white short-sleeved shirt, and a red backpack.

Once upon a time, it was just a white wooden sign with a few black letters written on it.

On one side of the electric fence was the guardhouse, and a slightly older, elegant man with the appearance of a teacher took the business card with his name, studio address and contact number handed over by the girl, and behind him stood a young guard on duty in a black uniform.

She bent down slightly, "Hello teacher." I studied painting, and I wanted to paint a painting of my alma mater before the end of the summer vacation. It can be over in about two hours. "She looked like a decent, honest high school student.

"Oh, you are—" The teacher's mood changed slightly when she saw her, and she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"You're the female classmate Cheng Yu said, right?" The teacher-looking one said with a smile. He accepted the business card and looked at it carefully, "He's waiting for you in the school building." ”

He pointed to the general direction, motioned for her to enter, and told her to leave before dark.