Throughout the day, I was in a state of confusion, trying to contact the scholars in various ways, but to no avail.

The phone has never been connected, and his landline number has long been empty, and QQ and WeChat have not replied.

Although we never met after graduation, we would text each other every once in a while, and occasionally we would chat for a while when we met online.

It's unusual to be unable to contact this person this time. I called a few classmates and friends who had a good relationship with me again, but they all said that they had not been in touch with the scholars recently.

Could it be that this guy is missing? I had nothing to do but wait and see. For almost a week, I tried all kinds of methods, but I couldn't get in touch with the scholar.

So, I couldn't wait with peace of mind, so I asked for leave from the company, and learned the specific address of the scholar's work unit from an old classmate, and decided to go south to Zhengzhou, Henan Province to find out the news.

Just as I was packing my bags and preparing to go straight to the train station, my phone rang, and it was another unfamiliar number.

Connected to the phone, there was a familiar voice from the scholar on the other side: "Hey, Xia Nan, I'm a scholar." "I was overjoyed and furious

"Your sister's scholar! Are you alive? Do you know I'm going to die of fear for you? Where are you? Why did you suddenly disappear these days? I asked several questions in a row, but the scholar said

"Don't ask too much, it's hard to say, let's meet and talk, I'm at Beijing West Railway Station. Speed came to me, came to call this number. I wanted to ask more, but the scholar signaled that he couldn't speak clearly on the phone, and he didn't speak much, and asked me to go to the West Station to meet quickly.

After receiving a call from the scholar and knowing that this man was still alive, his heart that had been hanging in his heart for a long time was a little more stable, but when he remembered his series of abnormal actions, he began to wonder what was going on.

In short, this is anything but unusual. Why did the scholar disappear for a week? Why did he come to Beijing quietly without informing me?

Why has my mobile phone number been changed? What happened to the scholar to whom the mysterious phone call was made a week ago?

In short, I couldn't guess the answer to the riddle, and I heard the scholar's tone urgent, so I could only rush to the West Railway Station, and it was not too late to see him first.

I am very close to Metro Line 13 from my residence, and I will arrive at the West Railway Station. Beijing West Railway Station, completed in early 1996, was the largest modern railway passenger station in Asia

"Asia's largest station", but this name was later replaced by the Beijing South Railway Station. The main building of Beijing West Railway Station is completed as a whole

The character of "product", the traditional Chinese elements and modern elements of the building are blended, and it stands grandly and majestic.

Although it was snatched away by Beijing South Railway Station

It is the name of "Asia's largest station", but the passenger flow is much higher than that of Beijing South Railway Station. Standing on the square in front of Beijing West Railway Station, there are people everywhere, tall, short, fat and thin, men, women and children, all kinds of people, most of them are in a hurry.

I glanced around, but I couldn't find any trace of the scholar. took out his mobile phone, broadcast the unfamiliar number used by the scholar, and rang a few times, but no one answered.

I sighed in my heart, damn it, if this kid doesn't answer the phone, I'm looking for someone in this square is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Just when I was at a loss and cursed this man in my heart, the scholar's message arrived, only a few words

"The situation has changed, Room 207 of the Seven Days Hotel West Station". Is there really something wrong with this kid? They all started to change the location of the joints, just like drug trafficking.

After reading the text message, I got into a car and went straight to the hotel designated by the scholar. Arriving at room 207, I knocked lightly on the door, and the familiar voice of the scholar rang out

"I can't see you everywhere, who is you?" This is the code word of the two opposite bedrooms when we were in college together, and at that time everything was in the dormitory, either staggered or ostentatious

"Great Wall", in order to avoid the building management to check the sleep, we set our own code. For this incision, I sighed in my heart, and in such a trance, it seemed that I had returned to the years when I was young and frivolous.

"Qingshan looks at Qingshan Nunnery from afar, in the south of Xiaxia!" Here's the answer. Aoyama means to stay in the green hills

"Qingshan", because we were messing around all day long, and every time we took the exam, we were on the verge of passing, so every time we finished the exam, we said that we were not afraid.

"Stay in the green mountains, and there will be another spring after the make-up exam", so the dormitory was named

"Aoyama-an". After reporting the code, the board man also opened the door. I haven't seen a scholar for more than two years, and this guy has developed a lot vertically as before.

A big head is more round and more like a leather ball, and it has been left for many years

The "sexy beard" is also more lush. Changed into a new pair of black, wide-rimmed glasses, still hiding those small eyes behind them, and the messy curly short hair stuck to his head like weeds bullied by the autumn wind like when he was in school.

Seeing me, the scholar stretched out his hand and pulled me in, hugged me tightly, then looked nervously out of the door, then closed the door, locked it, and fastened the safety chain.

I say

"I'm rubbing, you kid won't kill anyone and become an A-class wanted criminal on the Internet, right?" The scholar smiled

", the Sprinkle family would rather be a wanted criminal than it is now." I don't think this guy is a showman, so I asked hurriedly

"What the hell is going on?" The scholar waved his hand to signal me not to ask yet, turned around and pulled me inside. The room was nice, sunny but cramped and dim with heavy dark curtains.

Two single beds, one with a large duffel bag on one bed - it was clear that the scholar had come prepared, and had plenty of time to prepare before coming to Beijing.

The bedside table had been pulled out by the scholar and placed between the two beds, with a few side dishes, a few bags of instant food, and two bottles of Erguotou on it.

At that time, this kind of wine was our favorite drink when we were in college, it was cheap and strong, and the most important thing is that even if we drank too much, we would not have a headache the next day after sleeping, so it became the first choice for our dormitory pastime, entertainment and celebration.

I sat on one side with a big grin, and the scholar sat across from me, and said nothing, but toasted with a clink of glasses.

52 degrees is not like a strong drink like vodka, but it is also a strong enough drink for the average person.

After a glass of wine, the scholar threw me a cigarette and lit one himself. The man took a deep breath of cigarette, his face turned sharply, and I vaguely felt the corners of his eyes twitching slightly through the scholar's slightly red face, obviously caused by too much nervousness.

"Dude, what's going on, what's going on?" I saw that he frowned, holding a cigarette in one hand, and grabbing his already barren curls back with the other, and then stopped talking and was silent for several minutes.

"Hey, where to start? Let me think about it, I should start with a car accident a week ago......"