Xian Xian, whose full name is Li Xian Xian, is Li Qiancheng's own sister.

When Li Qiancheng was six years old, he took his younger sister, who had learned to walk before the age of two, out to play.

At that time, Li Qiancheng was still a playful child by nature, and when he encountered something interesting, he left his young sister aside and played on his own.

When he had had enough fun, and when he remembered to look for his sister, he found that Li Xianxian was gone.

That day, Li Qiancheng ran through the streets and alleys like crazy, but still did not find any trace of Li Qianxian.

Since then, Li Qiancheng's personality has changed.

He became less playful and less talkative.

Because of the heavy guilt in his heart, Li Qiancheng matured prematurely, like a little adult, doing things calmly and calmly.

Li Xianxian's loss has always been a problem for him.

He remembered that his sister was born thin and small, and when she was almost two years old, she was still lower than children of the same age.

Seeing that Li Qiancheng frowned and fell into deep thought, Director Li knew that he was starting to blame himself again.

Although twenty-six years have passed, Li Qiancheng still has not let go.

Every time he mentions it, he always falls into deep self-blame and can't extricate himself.

"Hey," Chairman Li sighed, patted Li Qiancheng on the shoulder, and said, "You were still young at that time, and you didn't mean to." It's been so long, it's time for you to learn to forgive yourself. ”

Li Qiancheng understands these truths, and his uncle has persuaded him more than once, but he still can't get over the hurdle in his heart.

For more than 20 years, Li Qiancheng has never given up looking for his sister's traces.

However, because his sister was too young when she went missing, and she didn't have any obvious features, he never got any useful clues.

The only thing Li Qiancheng remembers is that when his sister was young, she was very fond of red, especially the kind of red that was as hot as fire.

Therefore, my sister's room is not like the other little girls, which are usually pink and tender, but red.

Villa No. 1 of Dijing.

Li Qiancheng sat in the study, quietly looking at the old photos on the table in a daze.

The photo was taken when my sister was 100 days old.

In the photo, he hugged her and smiled brightly.

Just as he was silently in a daze, the shrill phone rang suddenly.

"Hey" Li Qiancheng picked up the phone.

I don't know what the person on the other side of the phone said, and his hand holding the receiver suddenly trembled slightly.

"I see." After hanging up the phone, Li Qiancheng looked out the window in a daze, and his hands kept hanging up the phone unchanged.

It wasn't until a loud long "woo" sound came from the earpiece that he realized he was out of his mind.

After coming back to his senses, Li Qiancheng's heart was overwhelmed by a burst of ecstasy.

The man told him that he might have found Li Xianxian's whereabouts.

Although it is still only possible, it is not certain, but compared to so many years of no news, this faint possibility is extremely precious.

Early the next morning, Li Qiancheng couldn't wait to find the address provided by the man.

He looked at the brown-red wooden door, a little apprehensive and expectant, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

"Knock knock" Li Qiancheng knocked on the door.

After a long time, there was a sound of rustling footsteps inside the door.

Ren Fangfang opened the door, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at Li Qiancheng who was standing outside the door.

[Yukan found that I was not capable of juggling two books at the same time, and I didn't even have the ability to write a good book, and what happened today made me realize this more clearly. In fact, I also know that my writing is really bad, and the story is really not attractive enough, although some cuties are very kind to comfort me, I should still be self-aware.

Dill is my debut novel in the true sense of the word, and it has placed a lot of expectations on me and consumed a lot of my time and energy, as for whether it should be or not, whether it is worth it or not, I don't think it matters anymore. Like I said before, it will definitely stick to the end with or without readers. And you can promise everyone that as long as the hand of the fish restaurant continues, it will not be broken.

But I'm still a little tired after all. There is a beginning and an end, and it is agreed that Chapter 666 will end, and that is where we will say goodbye. The next chapters are still a thousand words a chapter, and there are no accidents with two chapters a day.

I always asked people to comment on recommendation votes before, which may have made readers very impatient.

In fact, to this day, the recommendation vote has no greater value except for giving the fish restaurant a little comfort and motivation.

From now on, I will no longer ask for votes, and my hope for you is just more comments.

The fish restaurant doesn't like the stand-alone mode where a person entertains himself, even if there are very few cuties chasing the text, please interact more, let me know that someone is still there~

That's right, in fact, I prefer you to call me a fish restaurant or some other nickname than you call me big. After all, I'm still a junior in college, hahaha, not much older than you. 】