"Is this the place?"

In the narrow aisle where only one person can pass, Shen Fanyin held his mobile phone, looked at the address on it, and checked the rusty door number.

This address was given to her by the uncle who claimed to be the owner of the fried noodle stall in the phone call she gave to her just now.

This is a four-story red brick building, an old house from the last century, and the small lock-picking advertisements posted on the wall are enough to make people with dense phobia feel uncomfortable. Most of the houses here are rented to people who run small businesses in the neighborhood, and there is no property to take care of, and grass sprouts are sprouting in the stone crevices along the stairs.

Jing Zeheng glanced at the house number, pulled her sideways behind him, and then knocked on the iron door with mottled embroidery.

"Come on!"

A man's voice came from inside the door, with a foreign accent Shen Fanyin was very familiar, and she unconsciously grabbed the corner of Jing Zeheng's clothes, extremely nervous.

Soon, the door opened with a tooth-aching sound, and the face of a swarthy and honest middle-aged man appeared behind the door.

Seeing Jing Zeheng, he was stunned for a moment, and wondered, "Isn't it a female doll who called?"

Shen Fanyin poked her head out from behind Jing Zeheng, and when she saw the uncle's face, her tears almost fell: "Uncle! I've finally found you!"

The uncle looked at Shen Fanyin and patted his forehead for a while: "It's you doll, come on, come in and sit, I'll buy the vegetables, I'll wait for a while."

After the uncle finished speaking, he turned and went into the house, did not close the door, and motioned for them to go in by themselves.

Jing Zeheng still blocked the door and didn't go in, but said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, let's just buy a fried mein."

The kitchen was by the door, and the uncle said while chopping vegetables, "You know, the doll wants eggs to be scrambled, right?"

Shen Fanyin hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, it's egg fried noodles."

Egg fried noodles, six yuan. She and Guan Ran ate hundreds of servings.

The sound of tuk tuk chopping vegetables was reassuring, and Shen Fanyin unconsciously breathed a long sigh of relief, and his mood relaxed.

Buy it back now, and the senior sister can eat it when she wakes up.

She was laughing when she heard the uncle ask, "Why didn't that fierce girl come with you?"

Shen Fanyin's smile froze at the corner of her lips, and she replied softly, "I bought it for her, and she didn't want to leave, so she let me come."

"Oh, you two ......are like sisters," the uncle seemed to think of the past, and asked with a smile, "Do I want to give you two pairs of chopsticks?"

Shen Fanyin's eyes were half red, and she nodded lightly: "Yes."

"Okay."

The uncle habitually took the cigarette case, and when he saw Jing Zeheng, he subconsciously handed over the cigarette: "Young man, have one?"

"No, I won't, thank you." Jing Zeheng politely refused.

The uncle squinted his eyes, took a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Jing Zeheng.

After a while, he suddenly smiled as if he realized: "It's you young man, I'll just say why it's so familiar!"

Shen Fanyin looked at Jing Zeheng in astonishment: "Huh? Brother, have you ever eaten your uncle's fried noodles?"

Jing Zeheng, roadside stall.

These six words are particularly incompatible.

Jing Zeheng frowned slightly, and his brain spun rapidly.

"No," the uncle took a cigarette in his mouth, grabbed a handful of fine noodles and put them in a steel basin, and turned back to Shen Fanyin and said, "This young man used to wait for people at the North Gate, and I have seen him many times. He's tall and conspicuous."

Shen Fanyin was even more puzzled.

Wait for others?

Jing Zeheng frowned, knowing what the child was wondering about, but he couldn't explain it at all.

What can he say?

Said that he used to be like a psychopath, squatting at the gate of the university one by one as long as he was fine, just wanting to find his children in the vast sea of people?

He...... I don't really want to say.

He was silent, but Shen Fanyin smiled.

"Brother, it doesn't seem that you are late, we must have passed each other before."

Jing Zeheng turned his head and looked at her with helplessness in his eyes.

Passed by, really didn't have.

He didn't find her.

If he had seen her earlier, how could he have let her go through it alone?

He patted her on the head, hiding the loss from his eyes, and answered in a low voice.

Shen Fanyin's eyes rolled around twice, and he suddenly "understood" the reason why Jing Zeheng would wait for someone.

It should be her "ex-sister-in-law" waiting for her, right?

So, the ex-sister-in-law is also Ontario?

Shen Fanyin felt that the person who could make Jing Zeheng never forget must be extraordinary.

But there are too many excellent girls in Ontario, and she can't think of who it will be for a while.

While pondering, the uncle handed out a fried mein: "Here, it's ready."

Shen Fanyin came back to her senses and hurriedly took it: "Thank you, uncle, where is the payment code?"

The uncle smiled and waved at her: "Let's go, I invite you."

"That's not going to work, it's already bothering you." Shen Fanyin hurriedly shook his head, "It must be given."

"Oops, why are you so noisy, let's go." The uncle waved his hand again and again, and simply closed the door directly.

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

She just wanted to knock on the door again, but was stopped by Jing Zeheng.

He pulled out a red ticket from his wallet and slipped it into the crack of the door.

He stuffed it very skillfully, and the money would only fall when the uncle opened the door.

Shen Fanyin looked at the red ticket, was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask Jing Zeheng if he had any change.

Holding the plastic box, Shen Fanyin walked a lot more carefully, for fear that if he fell carelessly, he would spill this hard-won fried noodles.

When she got back to the car, she couldn't help but urge: "Brother, hurry up, in case the senior sister doesn't fall asleep, you can eat directly."

"Okay, sit tight."

Ontario University is a well-established and famous school, and the campus is within the Third Ring Road, about 40 minutes' drive from Guan Ran's home. Along the way, Shen Fanyin always carefully held the fried noodles, and didn't even have the heart to speak.

Jing Zeheng rarely drove fast, and it was not the peak period at the moment, so it was shortened by half.

He just parked the car, and Shen Fanyin opened the door.

Before leaving, she only told him the house number, and then she ran into the door of the building with the lunch box in her arms.

She didn't know why she was in such a hurry, she just felt that her heart was beating fast, as if she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to catch up with anything.

The elevator doors opened, and the hallway was quiet, with no cluttered footsteps and no panicked medical staff.

Shen Fanyin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, slowed down, went to the door of Guan Ran's house, and rang the doorbell.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and it opened so fast that the panels slammed into the wall.

"Otone! You're back!"

It was Su Mu who opened the door.

As soon as Shen Fanyin saw her red eyes, she didn't want to ask anything in an instant.

Don't want to ask, don't have to.

She hurried to the bedroom with the lunch box in her arms, and before she could enter the door, she heard a low sob.

The door was open, and she could only see Yang Chuchu and the nurse beside the bed from this angle, as well as the skirts of the dresses scattered on the bed.

Her steps stopped suddenly, stiff and too stiff to step in.

It seems that as long as she doesn't enter this door, what she doesn't want to face hasn't happened yet.