So Zeng Jinling left Qiao Yan and Wan Xing and left with peace of mind.

"Thank you so much." The old grandmother was grateful.

"No thanks, the question is, how do we find it." Qiao Yan asked, "Does the old man have any characteristics?" ”

The grandmother couldn't say anything after thinking for a long time, and suddenly remembered that there was a photo of her and her wife in the bag, and flipped it out and handed it to Qiao Yan.

Qiao Yan was dumbfounded, it was an old photo, and the grandmother and wife in the photo should have looked like decades ago.

"This is one of my favorite pictures, taken when we were in silver wedding, and he was very handsome." The old grandmother looked at the photo, as if she had fallen into a memory, and her face was rippling with a sweet smile.

"Don't you have a picture of what you have now?" Wan Xing was not interested in hearing her nostalgia.

The old grandmother said no.

Qiao Yan and Wan Xing looked at each other, and they were all gone.

"I'll draw it." A familiar voice suddenly came.

Qiao Yan shook and turned her head. Yu Chihong stood there, his eyes shining brightly in the sun, shining directly on her face. At that moment, she felt that his eyes were so familiar, déjà vu. Her emotions fluctuated, and the feeling welling up inside her was so real.

"Do you have pen and paper?" Wei Chihong's voice brought Qiao Yan back to reality from "déjà vu".

Qiao Yan had a notebook and a pen in her bag, she took it out and handed it to Yu Chihong. She didn't have much surprise about Yu Chihong's sudden appearance, since Yu Chihong knew that she was with Hai Haoyi, it meant that he followed Hai Haoyi to this place.

Yu Chihong took it, opened the notebook, and began to ask the grandmother questions. "How many years ago is this?" "How has your body shape changed compared to then?"

The grandmother replied one by one, it was a photo from more than 30 years ago, the person was thinner than then, the hair was less, and she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Wei Chihong thought for a while, picked up a pen and drew on the blank page of the notebook, and soon completed a sketch.

"It's exactly the same, and it's more like the photos." The old woman exclaimed, "The old man will be nervous when he faces the camera, and his expression will become very stiff. Usually he's actually very gentle, just like you painted. ”

Qiao Yan leaned over to look at it, and with a few strokes, she sketched a expressive picture, with simple lines and seemingly casual. But the characters are realistic and lifelike, which shows that the sketching skills are quite profound. The old man in the painting has a kind face and an amiable smile. In contrast, he has an unusually serious expression in the photo.

"How do you know that the old man's usual expression is different from the photo?" Even Wanxing couldn't help but be curious.

Wei Chihong replied: "You can see laugh lines on his photo, he must have smiled when he was young." ”

"Yes, yes." The old woman smiled heartily, "I like the way he laughs the most." ”

"It's really observant." Qiao Yan sincerely admired.

Yu Chihong shook his head. "It's not observation, it's imagination. Okay, now there are portraits that can be posted on the Internet, please help find them. ”

WANXING IMMEDIATELY TOOK ACTION AND TOOK OUT THE IPAD HE WAS CARRYING. After learning that the old man was separated from the old grandmother about an hour ago, she calculated according to her age, stride length and walking speed, and searched out the map to determine that the old man's current range was in the place where he was separated

The starting point, with a radius of 700 meters, should be from the central square of the new district to the seaside.

The three of them each took a sketch of the portrait with their mobile phones and sent it to the WeChat circle of friends, asking everyone to help forward it, so that people in the area could pay attention to whether they saw the old man.

The three of them agreed, Yu Chihong and Qiao Yan searched first, and Wan Xing accompanied the old grandmother to inquire slowly along the way.

Wei Chihong and Qiao Yan shuttled through the streets and alleys separately, showing the portraits saved in their mobile phones to passers-by, but the replies they got were that they had never seen this person.

After a long time, there was news on the forwarding of Wanxing's circle of friends. Some people say that they saw an old man on the beach in the Baicheng section of the sea, who looked like the person in the portrait. After Qiao Yan received Wan Xing's call, she immediately joined Yu Chihong and rushed to the beach together.

Today the weather is fine, it is a weekend, and there are many tourists on the beach. Yu Chihong and Qiao Yan searched around, inquired about tourists, and finally found the old man sitting on the rock watching the sea alone on the edge of the wooden plank road.

"Old man," Qiao Yan called out politely.

The old man turned his head and smiled kindly. Qiao Yan and the portrait are compared, and they can't be wrong!

The old man seemed to like to see the sea, and turned his head to continue looking at the sea. His eyes were squinted, and his face was peaceful. Not far away, tourists laugh and laugh, the world is noisy, but he is the only one who keeps the years quietly and is not alarmed.

Qiao Yan also raised her eyes to look at the sea, the sun was shining warmly on the sea, like shattering the glass chips of a sea, reflecting a little brilliance, bright and shining, showing off so much that people couldn't open their eyes. She turned her head, and Wei Chihong's eyes behind her also sparkled. This situation, this scene, such a sea, such eyes! The feeling of "déjà vu" hit me again.