The phone is turned off, no one is nowhere to be found, where did she go? is obviously in the same city, but to find a person, it is still like looking for a needle in the sea.

He didn't give up, and continued to dial without sleep, as he had done for the previous two days. However, this time, luck was not on his side, just like on the day of the breakup, I saw her get into a taxi and chased her out, but I couldn't stop the car again, and when the next car came, fifteen minutes had passed.

What is Providence? Maybe this is providence?

He looked up at the drizzly sky and suddenly felt so resentful - what right does the heavens have to dictate the fate of others? Why did he bother with so many artificial participations, but what kind of "providence" did he want to cover up?!

The drizzle was still falling, and he didn't know how long he had walked, but when he looked up, he saw that he had come to the famous square of City C. Thousands of potted flowers decorate the festival scene, huge flowers and trees are displayed, and the middle is surrounded by the unfinished subway station viewing square, the tall artificial fountain is sprayed into a flower, and the loudspeaker in the grass is secretly played, playing very festive festival music.

This was originally the liveliest hinterland of City C, but because of the drizzle, because of the Spring Festival - almost every city is a city of semi-immigrants, and many people finally left the hustle and bustle in the first few days of the Chinese New Year and walked on the way home in a hurry - so this square, although still bustling with people, is much more deserted than before.

Ye Jia had never been here alone, he turned around and looked at the tall great figure in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, there were tourists from other places taking pictures here.

He sat down on the steps of the cold square, regardless of the misty cold rain, took out his mobile phone, almost went crazy, dialed the phone number, regardless of whether it could get through or not, and shouted: "Xiaofeng, where are you?" Xiaofeng, where the hell are you? ”

"Ye Jia ......"

On the other end of the phone, it seemed that someone was talking, and the murmuring tone was full of tenderness, like a dream but not a dream, as if it was true or not, he was ecstatic: "Xiaofeng, is it you?" Where are you? Where exactly are you? ”

Feng Feng took the phone and sat up, still sleepy in his eyes. She had just turned on the phone - she forgot that she hadn't turned it on for two or three days. It was as if some strange feeling was urging - and then, Ye Jia's voice, so eager.

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