Jiang Jianing didn't know where Xue Rinan was taking her.

She didn't ask.

The light and shadow outside the car window flowed like water.

Jiang Jianing looked sideways at the narrow streets that were supposed to be low bungalows outside the car window, and they had completely changed.

When she got out of the car, she saw the big iron gate in front of her, and next to it was written - Second Experimental Primary School.

This is Jiang Jianing's alma mater.

At this time, the campus is quiet and quiet, only the searchlight of the teaching building in the middle is dazzling.

The campus of the elementary school is the same as it was more than a decade ago.

It's just that the big iron gate has been replaced, the school building has been renovated and heightened, and the playground looks wider and more formal.

Jiang Jianing had a surprise in his eyes, "Can I go in?"

"Of course."

The security guard in the security room came and opened the door and invited the two of them in.

The figures of the two were stretched very long by the searchlight.

Jiang Jianing looked through the glass window at the low desks and chairs in the first-grade classroom, "I went to school here until the third grade."

"Come this way."

Jiang Jianing stood at the door of the classroom for a while, and took the initiative to pull Xue Rin'an's hand.

The man's eyes fell on her slender fingers.

Jiang Jianing didn't notice it, so he just pulled Xue Rinan up the stairs.

The rooftop leading to the roof of the house, for fear that none of the primary school students could see it, there was no staircase, only a high escalator.

Jiang Jianing looked above the passage.

Xue Rin'an asked her, "Want to go up?"

"Hmm."

Xue Rin'an squatted down directly, holding her waist with both arms, so that her legs could climb the escalator.

Jiang Jianing climbed up to the roof from the passage and stretched out his hand to pull Xue Rin'an.

The rooftop was very empty, and the wind was cold, blowing Jiang Jianing's long hair fluttering behind his shoulders.

The two sat on the rooftop railing above the searchlight, and Jiang Jianing looked up at the sky.

"How do you know I went to school here before?"

Xue Rin'an took out the photo from his pocket, "I know from this."

Jiang Jianing looked at the photo and paused for a moment.

At first glance, the photo is a very old set, and above their young actors, there is an unfolded big red banner: [Experimental 2 Little New Year's Day Show]

Jiang Jianing took the photo, "Xue Shao, I found that you are really powerful, you can do this."

Xue Rin grabbed her and leaned into his arms, "Well, what I promised you, I always have to think of a way to do it."

"What did you promise me?"

"Help you find your father."

Jiang Jianing was stunned.

She looked down at the photo in her hand.

The corners of the photo are already a little yellowed, this photo has not been plasticized, and the photo paper has some creases.

She held up the photograph and took advantage of the light.

"In that performance, I was in the C position," she said with a smile, "Mom and Dad and my sister were watching me perform, and when I came down, my dad asked me to make a wish, do you know what I made?"

Xue Rin'an: "What?"

"I said, I hope I can grow up quickly and stop being a child."

Jiang Jianing laughed when he said this.

She held Xue Rin'an's shoulder, her forehead resting on his chest, giggling, her shoulders shaking, as if she had heard some big joke.

Xue Rin'an wanted to lift her face, but she avoided her.

Jiang Jianing covered her face with the hand that didn't take the photo, "It's ridiculous, that's really the stupidest wish, it's stupid."

Xue Rin'an suddenly remembered the blue fat man on the drawing paper in Jiang Jianing's room, and he asked, "If there really is a time machine, when do you want to go back?"

"When I was a kid, I went back to when I was six or seven years old."

"Why?"

"I don't want to grow up," Jiang Jianing put all her tears in Xue Rin'an's eyes

On his coat, "It's too hard to grow up."

Xue Rin'an put his arm around her shoulders and shrouded her petite body in his generous arms, "Not anymore."

It was almost twelve o'clock when I returned to the hotel from elementary school.

When Jiang Jianing fell asleep, Xue Rinan saw that the two missed calls on his mobile phone were both from Ye Zhilan.

Every missed call rings for 59 seconds before it hangs up.

Xue Rin'an dialed back.

It took more than ten seconds for Ye Zhilan to connect the phone.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay," Ye Zhilan said, "Shi Ying asked me to find you just now."

"Okay, I see."

Ye Zhilan hung up the phone, but sat in the seat for a long time and did not move.

Her breathing gradually calmed down.

The person she sent out to find Xue Kun's body suddenly called her this afternoon, saying that she saw a man who looked like the eldest young master in Fengcheng, and sent her a photo.

But in this photo, there are no bones.

The middle-aged man at the time looked well maintained, the distance was far away, and the body shape was very similar, and it was the most similar one that she could find in the hands of the people she had scattered in recent years, which made her feel shocked.

Ye Zhilan was startled just now, so she called Xue Rin'an.

But after making two phone calls, her son didn't get through, which made her calm down.

In any case, she shouldn't be burdening her son now.

She had to find out who this person was.

Immediately, Ye Zhilan asked Xu Yuan to book a high-speed rail ticket for her to Fengcheng the next day, and prepared to go over.

On the high-speed train to Fengcheng, Ye Zhilan's heart was very worried.

Xu Yuan took care of Ye Zhilan and poured tea and water for her, she had no appetite at all, only frowned, but her mind was overturned.

Xu Yuan pinched Ye Zhilan's shoulder: "Madam, you relax."

Having said that, Ye Zhilan is unpleasant.

The more he looked forward to it, the more he felt uneasy in his heart, if Xue Kun was still alive, then why didn't he go back to Xue's house?

Such questions are always in her mind, keeping her awake at night and unpleasant to eat.

Until the second she finally saw the man.

He is Xue Kun.

He's not dead.

He's alive.

Qingyu.

Xue Rin'an accompanied Zhou Jingrun to a labor camp.

This is the factory area of the prison for inmates to work, where a variety of different types of work are distinguished, and then the work is watched by a special person.

If you need to work enough 50 hours a week, you will get a certain degree of reduction in sentence by completing the labor hours and contribution rate.

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a long beard, who handed Zhou Jingrun a cigarette, "Zhou Gongzi."

Zhou Jingrun smiled lightly and took it, but he didn't smoke it.

"This is the roster of prisoners assigned more than ten years ago."

The roster is kept in the archives and some of the lists are entered into the computer, but they are not complete.

Zhou Jingrun entered Jiang Hechen's name in the list to find the corresponding time in the table.

It started on August 23 of the first year, but after the dash, the end date was not written.

The bearded man came over and took a look: "There is no deadline, look at the time of participation in the labor, there is a detailed record of the detailed records, including which factory to do what work."

Zhou Jingrun flipped out the detailed table again.

But in this detailed list, Jiang Hechen's name could not be found.

The beard scratched his chin, "No, if you want to record, there will be a record."