The gloomy and low-pressure weather that lasted for a long time when I went out seemed to be ready to arrive in a flash.

Che Songhe prepared the rain gear, and did not have the slightest idea of dissuading the trip, and at noon, some sunlight finally fell through the gap in the clouds.

She deliberately chose a different working day from the last time, so as to avoid the possibility of meeting the same guard on duty and the middle-aged teacher. The purpose is, of course, to make it easy to make up random reasons for wanting to find someone without being suspicious.

As the end of the summer vacation draws to a close, students are moving to new grades as usual, and at the same time, with the welcome of new students, the number of teachers and staff coming and going in advance is much higher than last time.

Luck didn't seem bad, the guard on duty was a young man, in his early twenties, medium height, slightly chubby, and the guard's shirt looked tight at the stomach. Judging from the physiognomy, I have a hunch that this person should be easy to talk and easy to accommodate.

A middle-aged man with a serious expression and glasses was standing at the door of the guardhouse, explaining something to him, and his hand was stretched straight and pointing to a certain location in the school. The guard nodded in understanding, with a deferential attitude.

Towards the end of the conversation between the two, the middle-aged man with glasses slowly took a step in the direction of the campus while saying something, taking one step and saying two sentences, and then taking another step and saying two sentences.

Che Songhe was afraid that he would see her when he turned around, so he picked up the phone, put the receiver close to his ear, pretended to be talking to others, and kept walking back and forth with the two of them.

After a brief pause, she pretended to glance casually into the guard's room, leaving only the young guard, and seemingly unaware of herself.

She stepped forward, and asked carefully with an extremely kind smile for the first time if she had seen the man in the painting. The young guard took the sketchbook with both hands upright, and looked at it in front of him with a puzzled face, and then stretched out his arms to look at it in the distance. "This," he furrowed his eyebrows, "how tall is this man?" What is the body shape, fat or not? ”

"About one hundred and eighty centimeters, slim figure." She recalled it a little, and because she was impressed, she answered the question with ease.

"Slim?" The word seemed to deepen his confusion. "Well, I'm still not sure. What are you looking for him? The other party asked cautiously.

"He could be my classmate." She was blunt.

"I see." He was relieved to look like this. "Well, maybe it's Mr. Nan, who occasionally comes on weekends when students aren't in class. Being so tall and going in and out of school really attracts attention. There are very few young teachers in our school! He explained.

Teacher Nan......

Who is it?

She asked with a calm look on her face, "Teacher Nan?" ”

The other nodded, his eyes still fixed on the sketch, and seemed to be meticulously confirming.

"He wasn't a teacher at our school and didn't come often. I've seen it twice. The director said he was a PE teacher at a neighboring school. ”

She thought she should immediately take out a pencil from her backpack and ask him to draw her exactly what he was talking about.

It's a brilliant idea, but it's certainly not much better, and the difference between professional art students and non-professionals is probably very different. She asked expectantly, "Do you know how to draw?" Can you draw what he looks like? ”

"Oh, no, no, no." The other party waved his hand in disbelief as if he was flattered, "No, no, I won't." He smiled, shy and shy.

"So, do you know anything else about him? Like the name? Where to work? She prompted.

"I don't know, we can't talk to them that much. But there are two teachers who know each other. Don't worry, next time I see him again, I'll ask him for you! He said.

"Huh? Oh no! Her eyes widened and she waved her hand. In this case, next time you can help me take a photo secretly, if it's not too much trouble, please contact me immediately. When taking pictures, turn off the volume and don't alarm him. She tugged over her backpack, took out her business card, and handed it over respectfully with both hands, just as the other party had done when she had received a sketch.

"No trouble, no trouble, what's the trouble with this." The other party laughed.

Although she asked the guards to take pictures of the other party, after confirming that he was not Xu Langxing, she didn't have much interest in knowing who he was.

No matter what, it's impossible to change your name and surname at the same time. So it was clearly not the person she was looking for.

Heroes don't ask where they come from.

What is the loss of face, what is the sincerity. In the end, Che Songhe went to Han Chengyu to get the address.

Life is truly a game for the brave, and life is full of surprises.

Jiang Meina's unbelievable thing happened, Cha Songhe not only went to find Xu Langxing, but also succeeded.

Two months later, she returned to the studio with a half-cut gauze hat around her head, and told Jiang Meina that she would not change her boyfriend in the future.

Xiqiao Building is a commercial building of some age in the east of Yinzhi City.

During the period of excavation, the economy of the southeast and northwest of the city was almost the same, and the branches and offices of major enterprises were scattered everywhere. At that time, many sales departments of foreign capital, joint ventures or a large number of local business units chose this place.

Later, with the expansion of large business centers and the superiority of the surrounding supporting facilities, the tenants of Xiqiao Building moved to office buildings or development zones with convenient transportation and commercial concentration.

Nowadays, this building is full of mahjong parlors, tea rooms, foot-washing rooms, convenience stores, semi-finished product processing and fast food workshops on the second floor, and Sanwu pastry shops that distribute small pastries to stalls along the street, and art training classes that lack formal business procedures. There is also a mysterious place where there are only people coming and going in the room, but there is no signboard and I don't know what it is doing, just take a second look, and the staff immediately cast a vicious look.

The hallway on the second floor looks particularly deep, with the staircase in the middle, and you can't see the end of the corridor at a glance.

Che Song He, who was on guard, was extremely careful with every step she took, her eyebrows were frowning, her eyes flashed with alertness, and once she noticed anything wrong, she was ready to flee for her life at any time.

She had just received a few stitches on her head, and it didn't take long for her to heal, and she didn't want to be hurt again.

Fortunately, it just looks old, the personnel are more complicated, the clothes are not very exquisite, and the security is not as scary as imagined.

I finally found the location of the company I planned to visit, and was surprised to find that I couldn't enter directly through the hallway.