"What did you find?"

In a high-end office building in Shanghai, a man about 50 years old wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat leisurely on a leather sofa drinking tea, and asked in a deep voice The middle-aged man who was standing opposite with an obvious scar on his face bowed down.

"There's something strange about the news."

"Oh?" The man, visibly intrigued, put down his teacup and looked up at Scar's face, motioning for him to continue.

"This Qin Yan, the information found by the computer is that the date of birth is September 3, 2011, the place of birth is in Zhong Nanshan, and he was also admitted to Suyang University from the high school over there, but there is only one person in the parent column, it is written that his grandfather Bai Fan, who was a university professor earlier, and now it is said that he has lived in seclusion in Zhong Nanshan, and he doesn't know where he is. As for his parents, no information could be found. ”

"There could be such a thing," the man touched his chin, and there was no expression on his calm face.

"But a friend of mine got another news, he has a younger brother who works at the Suyang Police Station, saying that a team leader of the Suyang City Criminal Police Team 14 years ago, named Qin Peng, the day after his parents suffered a car accident, the whole family disappeared mysteriously, and even the bodies of Qin Peng's parents who were in distress disappeared in the morgue out of thin air. And that Qin Peng had a son named Qin Yan, and his date of birth happened to be September 3, 2011. Could it be the same person, you say? ”

"Interesting," the man didn't answer Scarface's question directly, he said casually, but in his heart he was thinking that some strange disappearance, disappearing out of thin air, was nothing more than an artificial use of some clever means that could deceive the world.

"By the way, Qin Yan and Wen Wen are in the same university and in the same class. The little girl who went to see the old lady with Qin Yan that day was warm nine times out of ten. Brother Chen, I think this Qin Yan should accompany Wen Wen, and he himself doesn't seem to have anything to doubt. It's this warmth, and I have been visiting the old lady for three years, which is very suspicious. However, in the end, it is a teenage girl, and it is impossible to ...... with Tong."

In the end, the scarred face suddenly stopped, and the scarred face twitched for no reason.

The man on the couch glanced at him, his cold eyes couldn't even hide the lenses.

"This old thing's body is getting worse day by day, if you keep a good eye on me, I don't believe it, she can still resist when she dies." After saying that, the man raised his hand and waved out, signaling Scar Face to go out.

The door opened and closed again, and he was the only one left in Nuoda's office.

The man took off his glasses and lay on the couch with his back on his back. Perhaps because of wearing glasses for a long time, his eyes, which are not very big, bulge outward, and at first glance, he thought that the two beads were about to roll down.

Staring at the ceiling, I felt that everything in front of me looked ethereal and hazy. Suddenly, a clear, smiling, beautiful face appeared above his head. Looking at that face, the man didn't have the slightest fear, but smiled stupidly. He stretched out his hand to touch the face, but as if he was afraid to scare it away, the arm was half-stretched to one side.

"Yaoyao, did you miss me? So you're coming back to see me? Tell me, where are you? I'm going to pick you up, let's not play hide and seek, okay? ”

No one answered, and the face that had appeared on the ceiling gradually dimmed until it was gone.......

The man closed his eyes and sighed heavily...........

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Suyang University, in the classroom of Class 01 of the Department of International Trade.

Qin Yan sat in his seat with a serious head, but in the face of the English teacher's lecture on the podium in front of him, he couldn't understand a word.

It's strange, why do Chinese learn foreign languages? This thing doesn't work in the underworld at all, has anyone ever seen a ghost who speaks a foreign language with one mouth? Do you want to split him to hell?

Besides, foreign ghosts will not come to the Chinese prefecture, and even if they come, then he will have to learn to speak Chinese. Otherwise, who birds him!

Glancing at Wen Wen on the side taking notes, watching her skillfully write the symbols that were more ugly than ghost talismans in the textbook, Qin Yan was really uncomfortable for her.

Suddenly, the mobile phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, Qin Yan stretched out his hand, quietly took it out and glanced at it, it was a text message, with only three simple words on it: Who are you?

Who am I? You message me and ask me who I am, who are you?

Qin Yan ignored it, and quickly stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket, thinking, it doesn't matter if you don't understand in class, but you have to pretend that others feel that you understand, otherwise it will be embarrassing!

It's still a fairy, and I can't even understand a class.

However, if an immortal without mana is not an immortal, can he not be regarded as an immortal?

Lao Bai, you are ruthless enough, you can be a professor in the university when you used some spells, and I have to learn it by myself because of Mao?

Forty-five minutes of class, Qin Yan felt like a century long, and even his waist, which had been straight, seemed to be moldy.

After class, the students packed up their things and walked out of the classroom in pairs. There were a few classmates who wanted to call Qin Yan or Wen Wen to walk together, and when they saw the two of them sitting together, they all smiled in unison, and then walked away without a sound.

"What do you want to eat?"

Qin Yan asked as he took out his mobile phone again, and when he opened his mobile phone and saw the text message of "Who are you" again, he was stunned suddenly, and then stretched out his other hand and pulled Wen Wen into his arms.

"What are you doing?" I don't know why, I hurriedly struggled to get up.

"Look, look." Qin Yan held his mobile phone up in front of Wen Wen's eyes, "Look at this text message." ”

"What?" Wen Wen glanced at him angrily, snatched his mobile phone and sat back in his seat, then turned on the text message, and when she saw the mobile phone number of the person who came, she was also stunned.

"We've called so many times but we haven't gotten through, and today we finally got a message back. You say, should we call him now, or should we send him a message as well? ”

Wen Wen bit her lower lip, and there was obvious panic in her eyes that she couldn't make up her mind.

"Let's reply to the message, I guess he won't answer the call." Taking back his mobile phone from Wen Wen's hand, Qin Yan quickly replied with two words: Yaoyao.

He thought that maybe only these two words could know who the other party was, and also be able to uncover the fog in his warm heart, as well as her grandmother's entrustment.

However, after the message was returned, the mobile phone was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no longer any movement.

The two men sat in their seats, staring at their phones on the table without blinking. Half an hour later, Qin Yan scratched his head and said suspiciously, "What's the matter?" It shouldn't be silent, isn't your mother not believing it's you? ”

Wen Wen shook her head, in fact, she was very flustered, her rebirth was a miracle, or an accident, and after so many years, she suddenly found that her mother's mobile phone number was still open, and she was told to her by her grandmother in such a mysterious way.

"You say, is the person using this number really my mother?"

"It's hard to say," At this time, Qin Yan once again regretted that he had been sealed by Lao Bai, otherwise he would have flown to Shanghai to check it out.

"If it's really my mom, why doesn't she reply to the message?" Wen Wen was still staring at her phone, motionless.

"Perhaps, she didn't believe you were still alive, so she was scared."

"Will it?"

"I don't know, but what I know now is that I'm hungry, let's go eat first, wait while eating, maybe your mother will figure it out in a while." As he spoke, Qin Yan stood up, and was about to go out with a schoolbag in one hand.

"Okay," Wen Wen picked up Qin Yan's mobile phone, glanced at it from time to time, and the two walked out of the teaching building one after the other.

During the meal, the whole process only heard the sound of Qin Yan's mouth chirping, Wen Wen held chopsticks in his hand, but as if he was counting rice grains, he sent them into his mouth one by one, and his eyes were staring at Qin Yan's mobile phone from beginning to end.

Finally, the hard work paid off, and at the end of Qin Yan's meal, his mobile phone vibrated again, but this time it was not a short message, but a long poem:

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? It is like a river flowing eastward.

Hey? It's so familiar, it seems that this poem has been read somewhere.

Ah, by the way, the last word of the Tang Dynasty lord Li Yu, poppy beauty.

But what does this person mean by sending this song?

Qin Yan scratched his head in confusion, and was about to open his mouth to ask for warmth, but when he saw the tears in the girl's eyes, he covered his mouth and desperately suppressed the crying.

"This ...... What's wrong with this? Qin Yan took out a few pieces of paper and hurriedly wiped her tears, but the corners of his eyes were blanked into the puzzled eyes of the two people at the table next to him. So, not caring about anything else, Qin Yan hurriedly settled the account and walked out of the restaurant with warmth.

Turning a corner, the two walked all the way forward, went directly to the school, and then picked a small path and walked into the empty football field at this time.

"What does this poem mean?"

Seeing that the warm mood had stabilized, the two sat down on the bench on the sidelines.

Wen Wen took out Qin Yan's mobile phone, quickly opened the message, and then replied with two sentences, no, it should be said that it was two lines of poetry: "Thanksgiving cherishes the warbler, cherishes the flowers and must love themselves, and Hugh is only for the flowers to hurt." ”

Signal?

Looking at these few lines of poetry from the warm hand, and then sent out, Qin Yanjue's warm past life must be a scholarly family.

"That poppy is my mother's favorite poem, and she used it for a long time to practice calligraphy when she was fine. After a long time, he even wrote the words to the point of perfection. My dad didn't like poetry very much, but in order to cater to my mother, he forced himself to read some ancient poems about love often. The three lines of the poem I just replied to were the last few lines of "Linjiang Immortal" that I helped my father find, although he didn't understand what it meant when he read it at the time, but he also practiced it seriously, and then wrote it for his mother. I still vividly remember the surprise on my mother's face when she saw this poem written by my father......"