In the early ten o'clock in the evening, the lights in the apartment were dim, a car was speeding by downstairs, and it was a little windy outside. Reading at zero

Maybe the typhoon season is coming - Zong Ying was sitting at the dining table, looking at the balcony door that was rattled by the wind, and gave birth to such a guess.

It was very cool, so she didn't close the door, but changed back to the black silk gown and planned to go upstairs and sleep.

But then she noticed hunger, stood in the dim light and thought for a long time, and finally took the thin woolen blanket on the sofa as a shawl, dug out two dollars and decided to go out.

Without the key, she left a thick roll of newspaper in the crack of the door to prevent it from closing.

At this point, the lights in the aisle were off, and there was no one in the stairwell.

Zong Ying walked to the service office quietly, and Mr. Ye was still sitting behind the high platform, listening to a wife on the sofa diagonally opposite.

The wife was in her forties, wearing a dark cheongsam, with a cigarette holder on her index finger. While smoking, she complained that the poor relatives in Zhabei had to send their nephew to take refuge here.

Zong Ying glanced at her, and she returned a glance at Zong Ying, and then continued to flip: "The Japanese just set up a few outposts in Zhabei, and they are all grass and trees. It's not that there is nothing, and in the end it can only be a false alarm!"

"Yes, yes." Mr. Ye echoed with a smiling face, and at the same time stood up to deal with Zong Ying.

"Miss Zong has something to do?"

"Is there a late-night snack nearby?"

"What's this morning... there should be little wontons to eat."

"Then let's eat wontons. Can you make a trip with Mr. Ye?"

Zong Ying said and handed over the two dollar bills.

She gave it very generously, and Mr. Ye said immediately, "Okay, how many copies do you want?"

"One. No, two."

As Zong Ying said, she closed the thin woolen blanket on her body, and the wife on the sofa stared at her. After being noticed by Zong Ying, she put out the cigarette butt and pretended to look down at the evening newspaper.

Mr. Ye took the money and said, "I just saw Mr. Sheng going up the stairs. Did he go back? He doesn't usually eat small wontons." He mistakenly thought that Zong Ying wanted two supper, one of which was It was to give to Sheng Qing, so I kindly reminded her.

"Well, I know." Zong Ying replied perfunctorily, "Then I'll go up first, with Mr. Lao Ye."

Zong Ying had only walked five or six meters when he heard the voices of discussion coming from behind.

The wife said, "Which family, why haven't I seen it? Mr. Sheng—is that the one on the top floor?"

"Yes, yes." Mr. Ye came out from behind the counter, and the wife on the sofa said again, "Mr. Sheng also talked about his girlfriend, it's really strange." She immediately lowered her voice and asked Mr. Ye, "Girlfriend What's going on?"

When Zong Ying walked to the stairs, he could no longer hear the discussion.

She looked up at the long stairs, remembering what Mr. Ye said just now, "I seem to have seen Mr. Sheng go up the stairs", and she thought that it was only a few seconds later that she would not be able to go back tonight .

She regrets it, and Sheng Qing makes it even more regrettable.

He rushed to the apartment in a hurry, ran upstairs in one breath, and just took out the key, but he didn't allow him to open the lock, and everything changed.

Like a snail that tried so hard to climb to the top, it was ruthlessly thrown down in a blink of an eye, and it was somewhat frustrating that all previous efforts had been abandoned.

But he didn't close his eyes for two days in a row and was already very tired. He went in and put down his briefcase and lay down directly on the sofa.

Sheng Qing Rang slept until nearly five in the morning, when he was woken up by the rapid ringing of the phone. He got up and looked at the caller number displayed on the phone screen. This string of numbers was familiar to him. It was the one who called at five o'clock in the morning a few days ago.

He didn't answer, the phone didn't stop ringing, and when it rang for the third time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Are you addicted to the game of disappearing? Hurry up and open the door. If you don't open the door, I will ask someone to unlock it! You'd better not force me."

The threat came along with the sound of the door slamming, and Sheng Qing let him pretend that no one was at home and refused to open the door.

Xue Xuanqing outside the door saw that the threat was useless, and said: "Zong Ying, let me tell you, this kind of nonsense is not worth caring about at all. Open the door and we will have a good talk."

Appeasement was useless. Xue Xuanqing waited outside for about five minutes, then made a phone call and went out.

Twenty minutes later, someone came and really started picking the lock.

Sheng Qing asked him to manually lock the door when he entered the house. Although the difficulty of unlocking was increased, as long as the other party wanted to pry it open, he could still open it.

Without enough sleep, the heart rate was already fast, and with the increasingly arrogant lock picking outside the door, Sheng Qing rarely felt a little anxiety in his heart.

Compared with Zong Ying's leisure and carelessness over there, Sheng Qing made life really nervous.

At this time, dialogues such as "already ready?", "almost there", "how many more minutes?" and "finished within a minute" sounded outside the door. Sheng Qing asked him to raise his hand to look at his watch. The distance of the grid is only six o'clock, but the second hand seems to be more and more dragged, and it takes a lot of time to turn only half a circle.

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Sweat oozes from his forehead, the second hand struggles to move three clicks, and when it barely reaches the 12 position, there is a loud "Okay!" from outside, he looks up, but only his own apartment is closed in sight. A solid door.

When he came back, Sheng Qingrang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked back, he saw Zong Ying sleeping on the sofa.

She slept sideways, with a thin woolen blanket on her body, an ankle was exposed under the black silk shirt, one hand was outside the sofa, the other was tucked in front of her chest, and the book she was reading was originally in her hand. The book fell to the ground, and he should have fallen asleep when he was tired of reading because the light was still on.

Sheng Qingrang leaned over to pick up the book, but Zong Ying's hand outside the sofa moved subconsciously, rubbing his forearm lightly with the pulp of his finger. Sheng Qing asked her to look down and saw a waterproof dressing in her palm, remembering that she hadn't changed it for a long time.

He then noticed the uniform trousers that had slipped to the ground, and the uniform shirt that was crumpled into a grievance in the corner of the sofa. Carefully went out the door.

The typhoon did not come, and it was still a good sunny day. The morning light couldn't wait to come in and hug Zong Ying.

When she woke up and looked at the time, it was already past eight o'clock. She lowered her head and recalled for a long time. In any case, she couldn't remember when she went to bed yesterday. It might have been three o'clock or four o'clock.

None of this is important, the point is that it has passed six o'clock, but Sheng Qingrang has not yet appeared.

She panicked with nothing to do, so she went downstairs to get milk and newspapers. Mr. Ye happened to be driving the elevator for the resident, and when he saw her, he said, "Miss Zong, early, don't you have to go to work?"

Zong Ying responded with a "en" casually.

"That's quite comfortable, unlike Mr. Sheng, who has to go out early."

go out?

Mr. Ye noticed her expression, and only when she was in a deep sleep and missed the specific time to go out that Sheng Qing had asked for, he added another sentence: "Go out at ten ten at six o'clock."

At 6:10, when she was still sleeping on the sofa, why didn't Sheng Qing let her wake up?

Zong Ying stood with her arms around the newspaper and the milk bottle. Mr. Ye urged her to go to the elevator. She just replied, "I'm going up the stairs", when a person came up behind her and said, "Wait a minute." Zong Ying turned her head and looked up to see Sheng Qing let's face.

Sheng Qingrang said, "It's less laborious to take the elevator."

Zong Ying stepped into this old-fashioned elevator for the first time in his life.

The ascent is slow, and the cramped space usually prompts a couple of words to avoid the embarrassment of silence, but all the way to the top floor, no one speaks.

Zong Ying saw that in addition to the briefcase, he also carried an extra bag.

After entering the house, Zong Ying put down the newspaper and milk bottle, and Sheng Qingrang also put down the burden in his hand. He said, "I'm so sorry, I missed the appointment yesterday."

Zong Ying didn't express her position. She didn't criticize the other party in her heart, but she didn't say it didn't matter. She only said, "I don't want to drink milk tea."

Sheng Qing was taken aback for a moment and asked, "So is coffee okay?"

Zong Ying thought about it and replied, "Yes."

Then he went to work again, and Zong Ying was waiting in the living room to enjoy the success.

After reading today's newspaper, she picked up the slipped uniform pants from the ground, and pulled out her shirt from the corner of the sofa. She was about to go upstairs to change, but Sheng Qingrang suddenly stopped her: "Miss Zong."

Zong Ying looked back at him, but he turned his face away and continued busy with the task at hand, and then said, "There is a set of ready-to-wear in the paper bag, please try it on."

Zong Ying stopped.

"The weather is hot, and you need to change your clothes frequently. Besides, I'm going to take you out today." Sheng Qingrang turned off the gas stove and turned to explain: "In order to avoid a repeat of last night's regrets, you may be safer by my side."

This statement was well-founded, and Zong Ying went straight to the entrance, carrying the bag and going upstairs.

She poured out the clothes, one short-sleeved and one long trousers inside. The clothes were ordinary, and the style was quite satisfactory. It was practical and convenient.

He also poured out a small paper bag and opened it with a roll of gauze and a box of trauma medicine powder.

Sheng Qingrang came out of the kitchen with breakfast, and happened to see Zong Ying, who had changed clothes, come downstairs.

The tea-white short sleeves with the small stand-up collar looked fit, and the length of the trousers was just right, but he noticed that she was holding the waistband with her hands.

He was about to say that it was not suitable and could change it, Zong Ying turned over the trash box on the coffee table, found two pins, and made a small pleat on the side waist.

Sheng Qing let him see this, and he didn't care anymore.

After breakfast, Sheng Qing asked him to take a bath, while Zong Ying sat in the living room to treat the wound.

The sound of cicadas outside was much more arrogant than yesterday, and the temperature was warmer. The sound of the water in the washroom stopped, Sheng Qing asked him to change his clothes, picked up the phone and dialed Xiangsheng Company, told the dispatcher that he needed a car, hung up the phone and immediately informed Zong Ying: "Miss Zong, they will be within ten minutes. It should be here, please prepare to go out."

Zong Ying got up, folded his uniform into a paper bag, and quickly followed his rhythm.

The car came really fast, the driver came down and opened the door, Zong Ying sat in first, and Sheng Qingrang followed.

After he got in the car, he only said four words "Licha Hotel", and the car drove out of the apartment.

After a period of silence, he suddenly broke the silence: "How did Miss Zong sleep last night?"

Zong Ying asked, "Where's Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Qing reminded me of the anxious half hour in the morning and said, "Very good."

Zong Ying glanced at him, his whole face was pale with a lack of sleep, and the frequency of his nose flaps was slightly faster, which means that his heart rate is too fast now, which is a typical manifestation of not sleeping well.

She closed her eyes slightly and suddenly asked, "Someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night over there?"

Sheng Qing let his pursed lips slightly open, and said, "It can't be regarded as midnight, but someone did come to you." He paused: "She picked the lock."

Xue Xuanqing really does what he says he does.

Sheng Qingrang said again: "I locked the door, which may make her believe that someone is in the room, and also strengthen her determination to pick the lock."

"Did you pry it open?"

"Pry it open, it's exactly six o'clock."

Then Xue Xuanqing just didn't get to meet Sheng Qingrang, but this is not something to be thankful for at all.

The door was locked and pried open, but there was no human figure inside, which only made it appear more abnormal. According to Xue Xuanqing's character, he would not give up if he couldn't find anyone - there should be chaos in the apartment now, maybe the police have been called.

From 6:00 a.m. yesterday to the present, she has been missing there for 27 hours, and a case can be filed.

Sheng Qingrang caught the subtle anxiety on her face, and said, "I think going back to the apartment at ten o'clock tonight may cause some unnecessary trouble, which is one of the reasons why I brought you out."

Zong Ying agreed with his idea, responded briefly, and then looked out of the car. She has walked through these streets many times, but the current street scenes are unfamiliar and unfamiliar from the past.

The car drove along the Suzhou River all the way to the Licha Hotel.

At the entrance of the hotel stood a bronze plaque saying "Not a good dress, no reception", and the doorman opened the door and invited them in.

Sheng Qing made a room for Zong Ying.

He put away his wallet and told her: "I have a very time-consuming meeting today. If I haven't come by 9 o'clock in the evening, you must come to the Tilanqiao Coppersmith's Office to find me." Then he took out a certificate from the Ministry of Industry and Commerce. Give it to her, ask the hotel receptionist for a pen and paper, and write a detailed address to her: "You can ask the hotel to call a car for you, it's very close."

Zong Ying put away the note: "Got it."

Sheng Qingrang looked down at the watch, said no more, and hurriedly said goodbye.

For Sheng Qingrang, this was the beginning of a busy day; for Zong Ying, it was just another place to continue doing nothing.

People lose their place in the social division of labor, and boredom may be inevitable.

Zong Ying could only pass the time by sleeping. After waking up in the afternoon, he went downstairs and entered the small movie hall of the hotel with the group of three or five.

A poster was pasted at the entrance, with a huge clock in the picture, a singer with disheveled hair hanging down on the left, with the words "Singing in the middle of the night" in the lower right corner.

She spent a dollar, sat down and saw the end, it was already evening.

Different from the bizarre violence and fear in the black-and-white film, the gate of the Licha Hotel was still full of lively and bright traffic. The doorman enthusiastically called her a car, and the driver took her to the Tilanqiao Coppersmith's Office thoughtfully and safely.

It was only six o'clock when we arrived, which seemed a little early.

She showed her credentials to the secretary in the reception room. The secretary assumed she was Mr. Sheng's assistant, so he led her upstairs, and even kindly reminded: "The meeting is not over yet, you'd better wait before entering. Today is really full of gunpowder smoke."

"Understood, thank you." Zong Ying didn't intend to disturb other people's meetings, so he sat down on the corridor bench and waited.

From time to time, a few high-pitched voices popped up in the innermost conference room, saying something like, "Your capital committee's idea is really beautiful and simple! It's such a big factory, the machines add up to two or three thousand tons, and move to the inland? How to move? From Shanghai to Hankou The shipping cost will cost 150,000 to 60,000 yuan!", "Okay! Even if the machine is gone, what about the employees? Are they all thrown into Shanghai, or shipped to the inland together? Will they go with the factory? If they are dismissed on the spot, This is a huge amount of severance, where can I afford it?"

Mao Yi heard that every sentence made sense, followed by another round of disputes, then silence, and finally broke up.

The door opened, and people came out one after another. Zong Ying waited for a while, but Sheng Qingrang was not seen.

She got up and walked over, walking a step away from the door, and there were voices coming from inside.

One of the middle-aged men said: "The Shanghai factory is relocated, and people with discerning eyes will know that it is a hot potato. You are an outlaw, and the government does not pay you a penny, but you are so troublesome and laborious. Who's benefiting from it."

It was followed by Sheng Qingrang's always steady voice: "Big brother—"

The middle-aged man got up and interrupted him arrogantly: "Don't try to persuade me any more, you are just bluffing. The last Shanghai war, the factories in our concession only stopped for ten days, for this little sesame If a big loss asks me to move the factory, then I will never agree."

He came out suddenly and met Zong Ying head on.

Zong Ying turned his face away, and saw Sheng Qingrang coming out from the corner of his eye. Sheng Qing also saw her.

She didn't explain why she came here in advance, and the other party obviously didn't ask her to explain. She just went back to the house to get the briefcase, and said to her indifferently at the door, "Let's go."

He didn't see much emotion on his face. He went downstairs and got into the car before saying the second sentence to Zong Ying: "Let's go to Licha for dinner."

Zong Ying's room has not yet been withdrawn, which is of course the best.

The car drove all the way along the river, and the sunset lay in the Huangpu River.

Zong Ying remembered the few words of disputes in the conference room, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Sheng, since you have flipped through my bookcase, have you read the general history of modern times?"

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