Jiang Wang woke up very late.

He was a little drunk yesterday, and he was too tired from a business trip before. He fell asleep, vaguely like having some dreams, but his consciousness was always chaotic, and he seemed to be awake instead of awake.

Probably after dawn, the phone began to vibrate one after another. The long vibration is a phone call, and the short vibration is a ringtone, like broken sand on a Simmons that hasn't been cleaned up.

The effect is small, but it always makes people unable to sleep well.

When woke up again, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

He was tired from sleep, and his shoulders and back were a little sore. When he turned on the phone again, there were more than 20 missed calls and more than 30 text messages.

The secretary's phone just called again.

Contra? Boss, you finally woke up?! The little secretary was so anxious: Oh my God, I thought you had an accident. I knocked on the door a few times at noon and you weren’t there—

I was making up for sleep, and Jiang Wang's voice was hoarse: What happened?

Usually, when he asks this question, he always has some presets in his mind and corresponding solutions.

Some parents came to the school to make trouble, some teachers went on strike and refused to attend classes, some students fought with someone during class, or something happened to the bookstore or real estate company.

——Mr. Ji and his family are gone!! We all want to call the police, can you contact me?? Jiang Wang's sleepiness didn't completely dissipate, so that when he suddenly opened his eyes, the back of his head felt a pain. What does missing mean?

At 8:30 this morning, a parent made an appointment with Teacher Ji to meet and talk, and arrived at the classroom 15 minutes earlier. As a result, Teacher Ji didn't come until 9:00, and the secretary said in a hurry: We guess there is something unexpected, so we apologize to the parents. He explained that the teacher had a fever, so he didn't feel unhappy, and gave him a voucher, but then my colleagues upstairs also came to me and said that Mr. Ji didn't come either.

——He always arrives at 7:30 in the morning, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and then meeting with everyone to prepare lessons or chat with everyone. Everyone upstairs is used to it, but now no one can find it!

The home phone was called, the landline was called, and the mobile phone was able to make a call at first, but no one answered, and then it was directly turned off. The more the little secretary said, the more scared he panicked: I even went to Mr. Ji's house and knocked on the door. From the yard, the curtains were all drawn, and nothing could be seen inside, and no one was knocking on the door-they, they didn't meet Did something happen to the gangster?!

Jiang Wang vaguely guessed something, his throat hurt. He propped himself up and sniffed the wine on his collar. I'll take a look first, and you help me with other things. Okay, do you need me to come over?!

Being not. Jiang Wang paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Teacher, please calm down first, just use the word fever, and we'll talk later.

He was thinly dressed, picked up a coat at random and went to put on shoes with bare feet, took out the spare key Ji Linqiu had put in the pen holder, and hurried to Ji's house.

As the little secretary said, the courtyard door was closed, all the curtains in the room were drawn down, and there was no shadow or light. Jiang Wang walked in again, his toes were cold, and his throat and the back of his head hurt together. He tapped procedurally. Aunt? It's me, Jiang Wang.

Then, without waiting for a response, he took out the key and twisted the door handle.

The living room is already empty.

To be precise, it was messy and messy. Although the arrangement of statues and vases did not move, all the objects that carried the breath of Ji Linqiu's life almost disappeared.

The coat he often hangs by the door, the fedora hat he wears occasionally, the stack of reference books on the high bar, the pens that are always scattered on the coffee table. It's all been vacated.

There are many things in the trash can that have not been thrown away in time, and there are even notebooks full of content. Jiang Wang squatted down and turned over the garbage after a long absence.

All the same, all Linqiu cherished, and all were thrown here.

He looked down at these things, as if at their common scar. was stabbed several times by surprise, even if it hurt, felt ridiculous in heart.

Ridiculous. Infinitely good literature, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Going further inside, the wardrobes in the room are all open, and it is very empty.

If it was moving, it was probably hurriedly tidying up all night, and calling a truck early in the morning to transport it away.

There was only one piece of letter paper left on the coffee table, with vigorous and powerful handwriting, written by Ji Guoshen. Mr. Jiang:

It happened so suddenly, I'm really sorry for leaving without saying goodbye.

Some things, I vaguely felt, but I always felt that it is really filthy and outrageous to speculate on you... But in the end, it was all told by Dan Hong.

It's hard to describe the current situation at home.

Mr. Jiang has been taking care of you in many ways. If it wasn't for you to match up late at night, I might have died in the hospital, and I would not be here today.

Now, according to his mother's wishes, our family left Yuhan and cut off the relationship. I think this is an irrational move under panic and fear. I hope this decision didn't hurt you.

The mountains are high and the road is far, wish the two sides can let go and let go.

Linqiu's father, Ji Guoshen.

Jiang Wang put down the note and sat on the sofa.

He could hear his own heaving breathing, clear in the quiet and empty living room.

In fact, this living room has been very lively.

Every time come here, can listen to the news broadcast on the TV, and the sound of Aunt Chen cooking. Sometimes when making dumplings, have to chop the thread, which is a screeching sound like a thunderstorm, and it’s always a long summer. Say laughter.

The little nephew is always running around with a paper plane. Linqiu sometimes sits next to him and reads a book, and sometimes makes tea with his father. He sat among them, peaceful and content, as if he had a new home.

The phone rang suddenly.

Boss? Boss, are you at Teacher Ji's house? How is the situation now??

Jiang Wang thought for a few seconds and explained: Linqiu's house... something happened, he went back to his hometown early in the morning, but he couldn't come back for the time being. Ah! Is that so?! The little secretary hastily asked: I will help him ask for leave, how long will it take for them to get back to Yuhan? Jiang Wang turned on the speakerphone and folded the unsatisfactory letter into a paper airplane. Please ask for half a month.

The paper plane flew by, drew a zigzag arc, and finally fell into the trash can.

Jiang Wang had to face Ji Linqiu's sudden departure from life.

He actually prefers that time can press the pause button, like taking a breath from busy life and complicated family relationships, and pressing the pause button again, everything can be directly fast-forwarded to the moment when it is satisfactorily resolved.

He loves him and understands him.

Isolation is an appropriate means of cushioning a huge shock.

Suddenly knowing that the son is gay, that the son and his best brother are actually lovers, and that even the two men may have kissed each other, and had a more unimaginable physical proximity—

This series of events slammed down in an instant, and the two elderly people were fine without a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot. Being able to pack up overnight instead of going straight to the hospital is a blessing.

But then what?

How long do they have to wait for the two old people to return to calm and be able to sit down and talk about this matter, instead of hitting a minefield like a minefield that explodes at the touch and doesn't give any chance to communicate?

Jiang Wang always thinks about this question before going to bed.

It would be great if people and people could telepathically, even if it was a bit of Morse code like espionage.

He would wonder if Ji Linqiu was flustered, calm, strategized, or in pain when Ji Linqiu left.

I would also think of more pictures, such as when I was picking up Peng Xingwang from school, Lin Qiu was helping dry clothes in the countryside, or reading in the study.

Or, Lin Qiu has been taken by Ji's family to the inevitable transition point in sad stories like Taiwan and Hong Kong. In the end, the two of them have to wait until their gray hairs and meet again, even if the spark of love can burst out with a bang, It's probably a bit difficult to think of a long-awaited reunion.

Jiang Wang felt like he was half immersed in sadness, and he did not allow himself to be too immersed. It is like wearing the wrong size of clothes, and the whole body is uncomfortable.

On the first day that the Ji family disappeared, he told Peng Xingwang that something happened to your brother Ji's house and he needed to go back for two months. Then the child squeezed in that night and asked to sleep together, and before going to bed, he even whispered beside him. Why, as soon as Brother Linqiu left, I felt that the house was empty and the house was too big. Brother, all the gardenias in Brother Linqiu's house are in bloom. Would you like to take a picture for him? 039 Shall we go see him this week?

Brother, you seem to be unhappy too, let me hug you, you have a good dream at night.

Jiang Wang felt that it was annoying for the child to talk too much, but he hugged him as if he was holding a puppy, and he did fall asleep quickly. In the dream, Ji Linqiu came over and knocked on the door, smiling helplessly.

I ran away and you still haven't come to pick me up? Where am I? Isn't the answer obvious? Silly, there is no tacit understanding at all. Forget it, I'll run back by myself. 039

Jiang Wang woke up suddenly, and when he got up, he stretched out his hand to grab the car key on the bedside table. It was not yet bright outside. Peng Xingwang was taken aback and jumped up for fear of being late for school. When he saw the time at 5:30 a.m. on Saturday. elder brother!!

Then the second day, the third day, the tenth day, the twentieth day.

Jiang Wang waited patiently.

He would not rush back easily, or rob or kidnap people to bring them back. Infinitely good writing, the chance to contact Ji's parents in Jinjiang Literature City is likely to be only one time, so don't act rashly.

But he didn't expect that life would become so thin when a person left suddenly.

Like the double-layered beef cheeseburger with rich layers and full of sauce, it turned into a piece of paper after biting down with anticipation. It hurts people's gums. Infinitely good literature, all in Jinjiang Literature City

People in the company didn't dare to talk to Jiang Wang about this. They seem to notice something, maybe not.

A few ignorant people guessed that Ji Linqiu was poached by a big company, but they were quickly embarrassed and dared not talk nonsense. Jiang Wang took the meeting and took the photo at work, and he still ate melon seeds and chatted with everyone when he had nothing to do. But no one would take the initiative to mention the person who suddenly disappeared, as if everyone knew that this was a restricted area.

Peng Xingwang seemed to understand, but also seemed to not understand.

The child has always been very sensible, even if the dearest and dearest brother Linqiu is not at home, he will get up early to go to school, and even walk back from school by himself, without Jiang Wang going to pick him up.

It's just that one night, he slept in Jiang Wang's arms. After sleeping for a long time, he suddenly burst into tears. He cried so much that his shoulders shrugged, more like a puppy who couldn't find his family.

Brother - he shook the sleepy Jiang Wang, crying so hard: Brother Linqiu, when will he go home! w, please keep in mind:,