Jingle, Jingle, an old-fashioned bicycle swayed past Zong Ying. Reading at zero

A little girl in a silk skirt stood on the corner holding a soy milk jar and watched blankly. As if frightened by the two people who suddenly appeared, she turned her head and cried and ran into the store: "Mum is a ghost!"

Zong Ying was pulled by someone, and as soon as he returned to his senses, he met Sheng Qingrang's gaze. Sheng Qingjang obviously did not expect such an accident to happen, but since it has become a fact, it is useless to stand in a daze on the street.

At this time, although the street was still stunned, there were still people who got up early and walked around. Zong Ying's uniform looked a little strange.

He quickly whispered to Zong Ying, "Miss Zong, please come with me."

Zong Ying noticed that he let go of his hand, and he couldn't ask for a while, so he could only follow closely.

After walking through an unfamiliar street for about ten minutes, a thin layer of sweat formed on Zong Ying's back. When she looked up, she suddenly saw a familiar apartment.

The walls are different, the walls are the same color as before they were repaired and repainted, and the gates are different, only the iconic shape of the curved ruler is still the same.

Going in is the wide corridor connecting the north and the south. There is no one person. The ceiling lights are dimly lit, and there is a quiet shade.

Sheng Qingrang suddenly stopped, and Zong Ying saw him methodically open the mailbox to take out the latest newspaper, and then picked up a glass bottle full of milk.

At this time, a Shanghai language suddenly came from the front: "Mr. Sheng is back? Do you want to drive the elevator?" Zong Ying discovered that a thin middle-aged man was sitting behind the high platform of the service office, only half of his head was exposed, and his hair was neatly combed. .

"No." Sheng Qing refused, quickly freeing up a hand to hold Zong Ying's sleeve, turning around to signal her to follow, and then went up the south stairs to the top floor.

Opening the door, Sheng Qing let him avoid him and motioned to Zong Ying, "Miss Zong, please come in."

Zong Ying looked at him, then looked inside the door, and then looked around. The strange feeling in his heart became heavier and heavier. Finally, he looked up and saw a corridor lamp, which really felt familiar.

No wonder my grandma used to say that this lamp is a real hometown reward (an old object). It turned out that it was already in use at this time, and it has been used for decades.

Sheng Qingrang followed her line of sight and said, "In Miss Zong's time, the interior of the apartment was almost completely renovated, and only this corridor light remained." He wrapped the newspaper in one hand and held the milk bottle , looked away from the corridor lamp, looked at Zong Ying and said, "This lamp illuminates my way, and also illuminates your way, Miss Zong. It's a rare fate." He paused: "So Please come first."

He has always been polite and kind, and his words and actions are even more kind.

Zong Ying finally entered the door, Sheng Qing put the milk and newspaper on the entrance cabinet, bent down and took out a pair of shoes from the cabinet and handed them to her feet, and changed his slippers.

The interior is covered with thin wooden floors, and the curtains cover the glass windows, so everything is dark.

Zong Ying changed his shoes and sat down on the sofa, feeling the sweat on his back cold, a little cold.

In the living room, there was only the sound of the walking bell, and the sound of the tram downstairs was fleeting. Sheng please let him stand aside and say to Zongying, "I am very sorry for the mistake that brought Miss Zong to this era."

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Listening to his apology, Zong Ying thought to herself that she should probably thank him, after all, he pulled her in time to save her from being hit by a car.

But after thinking about it, she didn't say a word, because she had doubts in her heart again.

She remembered that yesterday morning, she was just a temptation to grab his hand, but he was warned and waved away. Obviously, he knew the consequences and was trying to prevent this from happening.

But how did this morning break out of the norm? Appearing on the road at the time of disappearing is obviously not in line with his rigor and rationality.

So she asked, "Why are you there today?"

Sheng Qingrang said, "Because I'm looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Zong Ying raised his eyes.

"Miss Zong seems to have put away my personal belongings. There is a document bag in there that I need urgently, so I need to find you."

"How did you know I was in the hospital?"

"I didn't know," he said. "At first I dialed Miss Zong's number from the apartment phone, but I couldn't get through, and then I decided to go out and find you. I guessed that you were at work, so I found it on the map. Came out, borrowed the bike parked in the storage room, and went out in the middle of the night."

In just a few words, Zong Ying realized the ability of this person to discover effective information.

She declined to comment, leaving him to continue: "Later?"

"The map doesn't seem to be up-to-date, and the road isn't going well. Fortunately—" He mentioned the convenience store again: "There are many small shops that open all night along the road, and most of the young people on duty are also willing to give directions. They have A tool that is very familiar and can be used to quickly query—”

Zong Ying took out the phone in his pocket and put it on the coffee table: "Is this?"

"Yes." Sheng Qing asked to confirm.

"This is a mobile phone, also called a mobile phone. The number you dialed is my mobile phone number." Zong Ying explained kindly.

"I went to ask for directions, and the young man was using his mobile phone. He handed it over to me to check for myself, and I saw you on the phone."

"saw me?"

"It's the number on your uniform, to be exact."

He was talking about a siren.

"A news photo?"

"Yes, it was filmed in a hospital, and you are standing at the end of the corridor with another person, seemingly talking, but your face is blurred."

Zong Ying suddenly frowned.

"The young man told me that this was real-time news. I think the so-called real-time news means that you should still be in the hospital, so I turned around and went to the hospital. Unfortunately, when I got there, it was almost dawn."

Zong Ying no longer cared about this. She grabbed the previous information point and asked, "Do you remember the title of that news?"

Sheng Qing closed his eyes and thought for a while, and replied, "Are the relationship between Chairman Xinxi and the chief prosecutor of the 723 tunnel car accident and the forensic doctor involved in the drug-related high-level Xinxi case?"

Zong Ying raised his head and took a short breath.

Just by the title, she can predict how many negative speculations and slanders will be under the news.

She hates trouble, but trouble follows.

Sheng Qing respected her brief silence, so he took the milk on the porch cabinet and walked quietly to the kitchen.

At this moment, Zong Ying turned her head to look over and said, "I'm sorry that you couldn't get the urgent document because of me." She paused for a while and asked, "What will be the trouble if you can't get the urgent document?"

Sheng Qingrang turned on the faucet, and the sound of running water sounded in the room. He lowered his head to wash his hands and said, "It's okay, Miss Zong." He straightened up, dried his hands, and said, "There is always a solution, you don't have to worry about it."

Zong Ying didn't speak anymore, she subconsciously took out the cigarette case and took out a cigarette.

She had just lit the cigarette when Sheng Qingrang suddenly stopped and went to open the window.

Zong Ying suddenly realized that he might not like other people's smoking, she lowered her head and took a breath. Out of respect, she finally suppressed it and threw it into the trash.

She was still sitting, watching Sheng Qing make the tea, then watching him take out the baguette from the paper bag, cut it into pieces and fry it in the pot.

When the tea was boiling, he poured in the milk and turned to Zong Ying, "Miss Zong, how do you eat eggs?"

"En?" Zong Ying said, "All right."

The lively and rich aroma of the food floated in the morning light, reminding Zong Ying of apartment 699 many years ago, when her mother and grandmother were still there.

Sheng Qingrang turned off the fire, returned to the living room with the milk pot, opened the two glasses on the dining table, poured steaming milk tea through the filter, and reminded Zong Ying on the sofa: "Miss Zong, you can have breakfast. already."

Zong Ying got up, he went back to the kitchen to get the dishes and food, then pulled out the chair, and finally sat down across the dining table in a half circle.

Saying nothing is the minimum table manners between strangers. After distributing food and seasoning, there is no need to communicate with each other when eating.

Sheng Qing let him finish eating first, but he waited until Zong Ying put down the tableware before he spoke: "Miss Zong, I need to go out, and I may not be able to come back until night. Please rest here during this period, and I will ask the service office to deliver it to you. meal."

Then he got up and pushed the chair in: "After ten o'clock in the evening, I should be able to take you back to your time." After a while, he said, "Now I need to take a shower, please do it yourself."

Zong Ying has no objection.

Sheng Qingrang went straight to the bathroom.

Before entering, he turned on the gramophone and put in a record. The room suddenly became lively, and the rushing piano sound almost overshadowed the sound of the water in the bathroom.

Zong Ying walked a few steps in the room, finally returned to the entrance, and picked up the newspaper on the cabinet.

The smell of fresh ink is tangy, and the vertical text is densely packed, describing the hottest and latest things about this era.

Zong Ying glanced at the date on the masthead——

On July 25, the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China.

The hand-cranked phonograph stopped, and the sound of water in the bathroom became clearer, but it did not last long.

The door suddenly opened, and Sheng Qing let him come out with a clean shirt, his hair still damp. While wiping his hair, he said, "Ms. Zong, there are clean towels in the cabinet on the far left. I haven't used them before. You can use them if you need them." He added, "There is a problem with the hot water pipe system. If you need to wash hot shower"

Before the words were finished, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Zong Ying looked over, then glanced at Sheng Qingrang again, and suddenly went straight to the outer balcony facing the garden: "I'll avoid it."

She walked to the curved balcony, closed the curtains, and closed the balcony door.

Sheng Qing let the door open, and some guests came in. Zong Ying couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could vaguely tell that it was a young girl.

Then the gramophone rang again, playing a popular song.

Zong Ying took out the cigarette case and lit another cigarette. In the increasingly warm morning light of summer, the huge apartment garden had a panoramic view, and when he looked up, he seemed to see the border of Shanghai. It was a quietness she had never seen before.

The phonograph in the house sang "The foreign field is so good, it's beautiful, take a car, live in a bungalow."

July 25, 2026——

The city will soon see the end of a golden age.

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