After days of rain, I got up in the morning, but the sun was good.

Qingqian said goodbye to his family and took the car directly to the pier. Xu had a parting last time, and this time he didn't feel very sad. Yan Yezheng insisted on personally sending Qing Qian to the cabin, and waited until the ship started before leaving.

At noon, the sun was very strong, and the ship had traveled far away, but Qing Qian still stood silently at the bow of the ship, unwilling to enter the cabin for a long time. She searched for a long time on the shore, and the person was really not there.

Yesterday, when he left, he didn't ask her what time she was leaving. She should have guessed a long time ago. However, there is still a trace of fantasy in one place in my heart. So, stand under the scorching sun and wait for a long time. The older I get, the more difficult I know about the world. When he stood under the eaves, the sound of rain was blowing, and looking at his back as he walked away, there was really an urge to let go of his reserve and say something to him. But no. Her youthful past has taught her patience and renunciation.

Arrived at Qingang in the afternoon, or stayed at the hotel last time.

Qingqian arrived at the hotel at two o'clock in the afternoon, and took a rickshaw from the pier directly to the hotel.

The three of them entered the room, the waiter left, and Steward Li solemnly walked to the window and opened the corner of the curtain to peep. Outside the New Asia Hotel where they live is the main road, and there are many markets on both sides, with teahouses and song halls...... It's very lively. Outside the door of the hotel, there are rickshaw drivers who are resting, squatting in the shade of the eaves, smoking cigarette bags and chatting.

"Uncle Li, what's wrong?" Qingqian knew that Steward Li was a very serious person, and his father valued him very much. Seeing him act like this, my heart chuckled.

"Someone is following us." Steward Li lowered the curtain and looked solemn. From the moment he got ashore and got on the rickshaw, Steward Li felt that something was wrong. However, there are Qingqian and Xiaoxi around him, so he can only pretend not to know.

"What then?" The maid Xiaoxi panicked when she heard this, and hurriedly walked to the window, wanting to see what was going on.

"I can't stay in the hotel tonight, I'll go out and make arrangements first." Steward Li hurriedly stopped Xiaoxi and said to Qingqian.

"Do you want to inform the master?" Xiao Xi's heart was already flustered, and the first thing he could think of was to immediately ask Yan Yezheng for help.

"No, the time is too tight, and my father can't save the fire from far away." Although Qing Qian was frightened, he still tried his best to calm down. I didn't know who it was, and even if my father knew, he wouldn't be able to help.

"Uncle Li, be careful." Qing Qian took out a large stack of banknotes from his handbag and handed it to Steward Li.

"I have it on me, and Miss should be careful." Steward Li didn't take the money, brought a hat, and left the room.

Staying in the room is like sitting on pins and needles. The restaurant was given seasonal fruits, and the waiter brought a plate of cut watermelon. The weather was very hot, and Qing Qian had just sunbathed in the sun, and his mouth was already dry.

The melon is crimson, bright red, and the fresh and tender melon water flows in the crystal plate. Qingqian looked at the watermelon on the plate, thinking of the poison rumored outside, and couldn't help but shudder. I didn't dare to touch the watermelon, and I didn't allow Xiaoxi to touch it. Konishi was astute, and he guessed a thing or two, and suddenly his heart became more and more panicked, and his little face turned white.

After waiting in the room for about half an hour, the housekeeper Lao Li came back, and everything was arranged. When it was almost dark, Qing Qian and his party prepared to leave quietly through the back door of the hotel.

The accommodation arranged by Steward Li was very hidden, and the three of them were worried all night, and finally survived until dawn.

Steward Li hired a car, a native of Qingang and was very familiar with the terrain.

It was an old car, the driver had brushed a coat of paint, but it didn't dry out, and there was a pungent smell of paint on the car. However, they didn't have the heart to think about this. Konishi, who was beside him, shrank in his seat in fear. The windows were closed, and the car was stuffy. The hand that tugged at the handbag was greasy with sweat. It's a very hot day, but people are already in a cold sweat.

When the car was about to reach the Qingang wharf, there was still an accident. The army set up a check, and the group of rickshaw drivers who had been dumped in the hotel came to find them again. The car followed closely behind them, and the driver tried to get rid of the car behind them, but was unsuccessful. Steward Li discussed with Qing Qian, and asked Qing Qian to quietly get out of the car and go to the dock from another road.

"Miss, when you get to the next intersection, there is a lot of traffic, where do you get off?" Konishi and I continued to lure them away in the car. Steward Li's face was full of anxiety.

"Nope." Qing Qian knew Steward Li's hard work.

"Miss, you don't have to worry about us, they must be here for you. I'll be fine with Konishi. Konishi quickly changed clothes with Miss. Steward Li's voice was eager, and he did not allow for shallow justification.

"Miss, let's change quickly!" Xiaoxi was still cowering in the corner in horror and helplessness just now, and in the blink of an eye, he had tried his best to calmly take off his coat and exchange with Qingqian.

"Konishi." Clear the eye sockets with heat.

"Those people are following closely, Miss should change quickly!" The driver in the driver's seat also came to persuade him.

"Hmm." Knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, he tried his best to be calm and listened carefully to the path route that the driver said.

The next intersection is a noisy street market. Qing Qian took advantage of the corner, and before the car stopped, he jumped out of the car and pretended to be a passerby. Seeing that Jiechen caught up with Steward Li and their car, Qing Qian didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly ran to the path told by the driver.

Qing Qian slipped into the alley, and finally arrived at the dock all the way. At a glance, you can find a large passenger ship moored on the shore.

The huge pier has a lot of people. In front, the bare tattoos on the shoulders of those strong men had been seen in the Cao Gang. The men looked around, as if they were looking for someone. The essence of Qingqian's brain flashed out, as if the blood in his whole body was suddenly cold. There is only one thought, run away. Qing Qian ran quickly through the crowd.

As long as you get to the passenger ship, you are safe. Fortunately, the location of the passenger ship is not very far from Qingshan. Qing Qian tried his best to calm down and headed in the direction of the passenger ship.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout behind him; "Where." Fragmented footsteps came in all directions.

Qing Qian ran desperately in the direction of the passenger ship, with the sound of the wind in his ears, his hair was unkempt, and his learning was broken, which could not be controlled.

One hand grabbed the arm that was shallow in the panic; "Follow me."

Qing Qian looked back in a panic, and his warm voice, familiar face, and powerful hands felt this. Qingqian is like a traveler who has found a sweet spring on the desert, and his body is suddenly weak.

The wharf was open, and He Shiyi pulled Qingqian all the way and turned into the embankment where the wharf was unloaded.

The group of strong men followed, refusing to give up, and even pulled out their pistols. The hand was held strongly, and Qingqian's heart was pounding. A kind of ecstasy rose in his heart, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"What are you laughing at?" He Shiyi's chin tightened, leaning sideways, listening to the movement outside.

"Why are you here?" Qingqian's heart was happy, as if this imminent danger was not afraid.

Separated by a low guardrail, with the surging sea water at their feet and the noisy voices outside, they clasped their hands and hid in the quiet world.

"I'll see you off." He Shiyi's expression was serious.

"Let's go." Without waiting for Qing Qian to say anything, He Shiyi had already pulled up Qing Qian and ran towards the unloading boat next to him.

Behind him, the shouts of the chasers followed.

The ship was a huge cargo ship, and the sudden intrusion of He wet clothes and Qing Qian caused a stir on the ship. The pursuers behind him were red-eyed, gunshots rang out, bullets brushed over their ears. He Shiyi held Qing's shallow hand, stepped up a few points, took out the matching gun, and walked quickly.