It's just a matter of care, why does this damn weather make people feel slimy all over? I wiped the sweat from my forehead, took a deep breath, and said to myself.

I picked up my phone on the floor, but I didn't know why? His hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Holding my phone, I stood up, the sunlight outside the window began to become harsh, and I stood in front of the window and lit a cigarette again.

Although it is a small hotel, there is an extra surprise here, you can see the big Buddha by the mountain and river, standing for hundreds of years, you can still feel its kindness and peace.

I don't know how many difficult and questionable nights, I just stood in front of the window of my house, looking at the direction of the Buddha, and the Buddha who spent this way in order to town the 'water disaster' has now become a soothing existence in my heart, which is also the real Buddha statue, right? Because the true Buddha statue must have the true Buddha nature, ordinary people can distinguish it when they see it.

I think back then, I chose that nest, but it was only because I could vaguely see the big Buddha from the window, and this time the small hotel could also be seen, which is a kind of fate, right?

Perhaps, my heart has always needed a kind of reassurance?

Naturally, I couldn't see my nest from this small hotel, and I had always wanted to go back a few streets away, but now I was standing in front of the window, and my heart gradually calmed down.

Under the refraction of the sunlight, there was a gentle flutter of dust, I extinguished the cigarette in my hand, picked up the phone again, and dialed a phone number.

This is the landline of the old Zhou family, if his mobile phone number becomes empty because of something, then the landline number should not be, right? Whether it's danger or risk, I don't have a choice, the only one I can contact first is Lao Zhou, after all, the only person around me who participated in the incident is Lao Zhou.

This time there were no surprises, the call was quickly dialed, and my mood gradually became more and more excited.

But after the phone was connected, a very unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, who are you looking for?" ”

There had never been such a voice in my memory, indicating that it was a stranger on the other end of the phone, and a sense of danger instinctively grabbed my heart, only to push me to the intersection of choice in an instant.

If I hang up the phone immediately, it also means that all the clues to my return to the city are broken, after all, it is a more risky thing for me to contact anyone except Lao Zhou.

If I choose to speak, I may be able to catch a clue, but there is also a danger of exposing myself.

My fingers began to tap on the window lattice unconsciously, and it was only for a second, when the other party said 'hey' again, I already said very indifferently: "Hello? Is Zhou Zheng at home? ”

"Are you looking for Zhou Zheng? This is no longer Zhou Zheng's home, my family is newly moved. "They gave me a simple answer.

When I heard this answer, my heart suddenly seemed to slide from the top of a mountain of hope to the cold water, and I felt the fingers that touched my cheeks become cold.

However, it is impossible for me to expose my feelings too much to a stranger, and besides, I just made a decision in my heart based on my feelings, and my spiritual sense has always been very poor, and this feeling is not reliable at all, so it is unknown whether what the other party says is true or not, and what kind of identity it is.

I suppressed my desperation and just politely and 'surprised' the other end of the phone: "Huh? Zhou Zheng actually moved, and I just came back from out of town, I don't know. Sorry to bother you. ”

At this point, you should hang up the phone, and the more you talk for a longer time, the more dangerous you will naturally become.

I had already taken the phone out of my ear and was about to hang up, but a hesitant and eager voice came from the other end of the phone, it was the strange man on the other end of the phone talking.

"Hello?" I didn't hang up the phone, probably with a glimmer of hope in my heart, so I brought the phone to my ear again and fed it, indicating that I hadn't heard.

"I'm just taking the liberty of asking, sir, do you have the surname Ye, or the surname Chen?" The man on the other end of the phone coughed, his voice still hesitantly repeated.

"How?" I set off a storm in my heart, and subconsciously began to rummage through the supermarket shopping bag I put on the bed, there was a sharper fruit knife in it, which I subconsciously bought, in fact, in a certain level of fighting, what is the fruit knife? It's just that human beings have an instinct, if they have a weapon in their hands, they will find a sense of security in their hearts.

My action was almost meaningless, but the stranger on the other end of the phone obviously didn't know what I was doing, and when he saw that I was silent, he tentatively said 'hey' twice.

"Yes, I'm listening." I didn't answer his question, but the tone of my evasive tone was very natural, even very flat, but God knows that my hand holding the fruit knife was already slippery and greasy.

"That's right. When we first bought this house, it was sold by a girl surnamed Qin, and the price was very cheap. At this point, the voice paused, and then continued: "This price is so cheap that it makes people a little uneasy and a little guilty." Even to the point where I discussed with my wife whether to add some money. After all, we inquired about this house, it is a new development, and there was only one doctor who lived in it before, so there was no problem. ”

"Oh, the doctor is my friend. And then what? I played with the fruit knife in my hand, the sun shining on my forehead, and outside the window, the distant and vague Buddha still made people feel the peace of mind, although it was not clear to see its eternal peaceful expression.

"Then that Qin girl refused us, and just brought the document signed by the homeowner. She said that there was only one request, asking us to keep the phone number of the original owner of the house for half a year, and if someone surnamed Chen or Ye called, please tell him a message. The owner over there explained.

It seems that I made the right bet, I breathed a sigh of relief, and I didn't know when the fruit knife in my hand was put down, I rubbed my eyebrows, I don't know why I heard the news of familiar people, and I had the urge to cry.

Miss Qin, naturally it is Qin Hainian, but why did Hainian sell Lao Zhou's house? Although I don't understand.

"My surname is Ye." I replied in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I can't blindly judge that you are the person Miss Qin said when you are entrusted with loyalty. You need to answer me a question. The man over there said cautiously.

"Well, you ask." This is the right thing to do, otherwise anyone who claims to be surnamed Chen or Ye will not get this news that sounds very important?

"Ahem, that's right. The Qin girl said that she and Mr. Zhou both have a nickname, and if Mr. Chen and Mr. Ye mention this nickname, they will joke, what is this joke? The man's tone was a little strange.

I can understand his eccentricity at once, I guess I want to laugh, right? How boring is this Qin Hainian, in this situation, he actually came up with such a question? How much does she want to be with Lao Zhou?

It's just that, in addition to this problem, there is really no other problem that can be better verified, which is really only known to a few private friends.

"Miss Qin's nickname is Dafu, and Mr. Zhou's nickname is Dagui. If you're going to joke about it, it's going to be rich and rich together. After I finished speaking, I couldn't help but have a smile on my face, and I remembered the days we had together.

Lao Zhou's few side dishes, Hai Nian was messing around trying to help, but she made things very 'bad', Lao Zhou 'yelled' at her loudly, and Qin Hainian lowered her head, and her glasses would naturally slide down to the tip of her nose, while Lao Chen and I leaned on the sofa, holding a beer, laughing at them

Whether it was the sad days at the beginning, or the numb and quiet days later, many nights were spent like this, which can be regarded as another level of dependence.

It's just that this peace is far away from me now.

As soon as my words fell, a surprised voice came from the other side of the phone: "Then you are really Mr. Ye!" That's right, we've been waiting for almost a month, and this request is about to become our heart disease, and it's great to find it now. ”

I listened silently to the surprise words of the person on the other side of the phone, and knowing that he had finished expressing his feelings, I said, "Then you can sue me, did she leave any news?" ”

"Actually, it's not news. I left a phone number and said that if you call, I will give you this phone number. Mr. Ye, you remember, the phone number is XXXX" After all, he let go of a heart, and the person on the other end of the phone seemed very happy and refreshing, and said the message he kept without half a minute of verbosity.

I quietly memorized this phone number in my heart, and thanked the person on the other end of the phone, and was about to hang up the phone, but suddenly thought of something, I couldn't help but say: "Then I'm sorry, bother to ask you a question?" After this Mr. Zhou sold the house, no one else called him? ”

"Yes, I remember several, and a few of them were my wife's calls. Strangely, every time they asked, they would admit that their surname was Chen, or their surname was Ye. I just can't answer the question, which is a bit strange. Anyway, forget it, we don't comment. Mr. Ye, if there is nothing to do, I will hang up. This phone number, I'll stop tomorrow. That answered my question.

It's just that from the tone, you can feel the taste of caution and detachment, after all, in the eyes of ordinary people, isn't such a thing strange? They certainly don't want to provoke.

Speaking of which, Hai Nian is confused, but the person he is looking for to take over Lao Zhou's house is still reliable! Although I am full of evasion about these things, I still keep my promise and fulfill Hai Nian's entrustment, otherwise how could I get this phone number?

Thinking like this, I picked up my phone, almost impatiently typed in the number I had just memorized, and dialed it.

The sound of ringtones came from the phone, but when I heard the sound of ringtones, my heart was half stable, because it was Qin Hainian's favorite song.

The phone was connected, and before I could say 'hey', I heard a 'whoosh' wind and the sound of electricity coming from the other end of the phone.

"Hey." Finally, a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, who was it not Qin Hainian?