Apartment 19.699 (19)
byThe moment the door opened, one forced his composure while the other raised his eyes to examine. Reading at zero
Xue Xuanqing raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Sheng Qing let her identify from her voice that she was the lady who picked the lock earlier, so she immediately made an excuse: "Sorry, I may have gone to the wrong building."
After he turned around and was about to leave, Xue Xuanqing glanced at the key in his hand and said, "That's not right, this key is here." Then he continued to expose him: "It's probably not because of the wrong door, but because I don't know how to change the lock. right?"
Speaking of which, Sheng Qing made no way to avoid it, so he simply didn't plan to avoid it.
He put away the key and looked at Xue Xuanqing: "Then may I ask, is Miss Zong at home?"
Xue Xuanqing didn't expect him to ask so confidently, but he still answered truthfully: "Not here."
Sheng Qingrang asked politely: "I remember that this is Miss Zong's house. Did she invite you here?" In fact, he was also exposing the fact that Xue Xuanqing "doesn't ask for trespassing".
Xue Xuanqing was coldly beaten by the first army, obviously unhappy, and asked coldly, "What does it have to do with you whether she invites me? Who are you, how can you have a key?"
"Friend." Sheng Qingrang replied.
"Friend?" Xue Xuanqing looked him up and down through the porch light. This man had an old-fashioned style from head to toe, even his briefcase was in retro style. She asked, "What type of friend?"
"A special friend."
The statement is perfunctory but worth investigating. Xue Xuanqing subconsciously felt that he was directly related to Zong Ying's recent abnormal performance, so he stepped aside and invited him into the room: "Since we are all friends, come in and sit down, maybe Zong Ying will come back after a while. , you said it was cutting?"
"Yes." Sheng Qingrang had nowhere to go except this apartment in this era, and of course agreed with her proposal.
When he walked by Xue Xuanqing, Xue Xuanqing keenly caught some unusual smells - the smell of gunpowder, blood, and even the smell of disinfectant.
Xue Xuanqing noticed the strangeness and glanced down at his trouser legs, where blood was faintly visible.
She closed the door silently, went into the kitchen and took a transparent glass, washed and dried, put it on the tray, picked up the kettle and filled the glass.
Xue Xuanqing put the tray containing the water cup on the coffee table: "You're welcome, drink water."
Sheng Qing let out a thank you.
Xue Xuanqing took out the cigarette case and lit a cigarette, then looked up at Sheng Qingrang across the coffee table: "Your surname?"
Sheng Qing pursed his lower lip without a trace: "Don't give up your surname Sheng."
"What about the name?"
"It does not matter."
"So Mr. Sheng is cutting?" Xue Xuanqing smoked a cigarette and asked straight to the point: "What's the matter with Zong Ying at night?"
"This belongs to the category of **, can I not answer?"
"Then are you with Zong Ying this morning?"
"Are you interrogating me?"
Xue Xuanqing did have an interrogation posture, but the interrogation had no compulsory effect, and the other party could completely refuse to answer.
She watched him pick up the water glass, and his back was suddenly slack, letting himself sink into the soft sofa, and his questioning attitude became more euphemistic: "Mr. Sheng, I'm also Zong Ying's friend, since it's rare to meet you today, Would you like to get to know each other and leave a phone call?"
She said she had taken out her mobile phone, but Sheng Qingrang put down the water glass and replied, "Sorry, I don't have a phone."
How is it possible without a phone? Xue Xuanqing pinched the cigarette and said, "Are you kidding me?"
Sheng Qing let him sit steadily, and answered with reason: "I have not returned from France very long, so I don't have a domestic number."
"What about the French number?"
"The house has been rented out, and it is inconvenient to disclose the landlord's phone number."
"French phone number?"
"Disabled." Sheng Qingrang took out the notebook and pen from the briefcase after speaking, opened a blank page and faced Xue Xuanqing: "Why don't you leave a number?"
Anti-customer. Xue Xuanqing stared at it for a moment, then finally picked up the pen and left his mobile phone number on the blank page.
"First Evolution"
After writing, she put down her pen, Xue Xuanqing picked up the tray, got up, and walked straight to the kitchen.
The kitchen light was not on, it was dark. Xue Xuanqing took out a fresh-keeping bag from the cupboard, turned her back to Sheng Qingrang, put the empty glass on the tray expressionlessly, and sealed it.
She found another paper bag and packed it up, turned around and said, "Mr. Sheng, since Zong Ying hasn't come back, it's not convenient to stay here for a long time, let's go."
Sheng Qingrang, but sat still, he said, "I want to wait a little longer."
"It's not good." Xue Xuanqing saw that he was paying attention, but she didn't want him to do so: "You can come in because I opened the door, so if I want to leave, how can you stay here? Since I opened the door, how can you stay here? When you open the door here, you have to make sure that when you leave, the inside is the same as before I came. You say cutting?"
Sheng Qing had seen Xue Xuanqing's persistence. As long as she wanted to, in the end she would let him go no matter what.
He didn't want to have too much entanglement with Xue Xuanqing, nor did he want to cause unnecessary trouble to Zong Ying, so he got up and agreed with Xue Xuanqing's proposal.
Xue Xuanqing achieved his goal, walked to the door with a paper bag, slammed the door heavily in front of Sheng Qingrang, locked it twice on purpose, and put the new key in the bag.
Sheng Qingrang stood behind her and said nothing.
The two took the elevator downstairs together, Xue Xuanqing went to pick up the car, and Sheng Qingrang stood under the plane tree at the entrance of Apartment 699.
He was penniless, he hadn't eaten all day, and in this day and age, he had nowhere to go.
Xue Xuanqing sat in the car, turned on his mobile phone, dug out the photos he had just taken secretly, and looked out the window, where he could see Sheng Qingrang under the tree. He stood there for a long time, looking helpless and dazed.
She turned her eyes back, glanced at the paper bag on the passenger's side, and started the car and drove off the street.
Compared with Sheng Qingrang, Zong Ying who stayed in Sheng Mansion was much more comfortable.
She slept for a while, and when she woke up at four o'clock in the morning, the younger sister slept next to her with a book in her hand.
Zong Ying sat up and startled the other party. Sheng Qinghui raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss Zong, you are awake." Probably not expecting that she would fall asleep like this, Qinghui explained: "I was sitting and reading, and it seemed that I was too late. I fell asleep when I was tired..."
Zong Ying still had a faint headache, but it didn't get in the way. She saw Hui getting out of bed, and after listening to her chatter, she asked, "Where's Mr. Sheng?"
"Third brother? I don't know when he left." Sheng Qinghui sat in front of the dressing table and straightened her hair. "Second sister scolded for a long time in the corridor yesterday because of this."
It seems that he has been left in this era again, Zong Ying thought and rubbed his temples.
She lowered her head and asked, "Second sister seems to be dissatisfied with Mr. Sheng?"
Sheng Qinghui pouted, turned her head and said in a low voice, "Of course, after all, the second sister and the third brother had a holiday."
Zong Ying said, "En?" Qing Hui then continued: "When the second brother-in-law and the second sister were about to get engaged, there was a lawsuit in the second brother-in-law's factory, and the third brother happened to be the defense lawyer for those workers. I lost the case, and then I offended my second brother-in-law, and by the way, I offended my second sister. Once this Liangzi is tied, the relationship will be even worse. The second sister thinks that the third brother just has his wings and comes back to take revenge—" Qing Hui doesn't seem to like the second brother-in-law's family: " But the second brother-in-law's family is doing something wrong, and if I were the third brother, I would definitely follow the law and not help the relatives."
"Really." Zong Ying thought he would help his family unconditionally and unconditionally.
Qinghui heard the suspicion in her tone, and immediately asked, "Miss Zong, do you think the third brother looks friendly and bullying?"
Zong Ying didn't answer, just changed his words and commented: "He is very thoughtful and will be patient."
"Do you think so too?" Qinghui straightened her hair, "I heard from my nurse that when I named my third brother before, my father casually said the word 'Let' and it settled down, as if he was born to 'Let' It's the same. Later, he really became a person who thought about others everywhere. He didn't seem to care about temporary gains and losses. A meal summed up: "Within the bottom line, everything is easy to talk about; breaking the bottom line, everything is free to talk about."
Zong Ying saw her love for Sheng Qingrang from her radiant face, so she asked, "How do you think your third brother is?"
"Of course, the third brother is the most reasonable and intelligent person in the family, and he doesn't rely on the family at all. He is my role model." After she finished speaking, she stood up and quickly changed the topic: "Miss Zong, are you going to do it again? Sleep for a while, or something to eat?"
"No sleep." Zong Ying replied.
"Then I'll go to the kitchen to find something to eat." Sheng Qinghui said and walked towards the door, bumping into the anxious servant. She asked, "What's wrong?"
The servant said, "The eldest young master has burned so badly! The temperature measured just now is terrifying! The second lady asked Doctor Zong to come and take a look."
Sheng Qinghui turned her head, and before she could speak, Zong Ying had already walked behind her: "Let's go."
The two entered the room, Zong Ying ignored the second sister's complaint, took the elder brother's temperature again, and checked the wound condition - the infection was very serious.
The surgical conditions are poor, the postoperative care environment is not ideal, and the most important thing is that the effect of drugs is too limited.
The second sister held the responsibility next to her: "Didn't you take medicine? Why is it still like this? Did the operation go wrong?!"
Sheng Qinghui listened and felt very embarrassed. She quietly paid attention to Zong Ying's face from the corner of her eye, but Zong Ying was not angry, she just pursed her lips tightly, as if thinking.
Suddenly, Zong Ying expressed his opinion: "The medicine needs to be changed."
The second sister's voice became louder: "Then hurry up and change!"
"The medicine is not here." Zong Ying glanced at the second sister and replied calmly, "It should be in Mr. Sheng's apartment."
"Go get it now!" The second sister couldn't calm down anymore, and without thinking about the reason, she directly ordered: "Hurry up and ask Xiao Chen to drive and go to the French Concession to get the medicine!"
Sheng Qinghui said, "Xiao Chen drove his big brother to the Chinachem Hotel yesterday and was killed by the bomb."
The second sister was full of anxiety: "Then call another driver!"
Sheng Qinghui grabbed Zong Ying's hand secretly and motioned her to go downstairs together.
When the two went out, Sheng Qinghui asked the servant to prepare the car, and asked, "How come there is medicine in the third brother's place?"
Zong Ying had prepared a medical bag for Sheng Qingrang before. She explained, "There are some medicines that I brought back, and they work very well."
Sheng Qinghui had no doubts, Zong Ying said she was going to wash her face and went to the bathroom on the first floor alone.
She turned on the faucet, washed her face with cold water, looked up and saw herself in the mirror, feeling a little strange. She wiped her face in silence, opened the door, Sheng Qinghui was waiting for her outside, she said, "Okay, let's go."
Only Zong Ying and the driver got into the car, and Qing Hui stayed at home.
The car drove out in the dark morning light, the typhoon had not yet evacuated, the weather was still bad, refugees were sleeping everywhere, and the patrol police seemed powerless.
Fortunately, the time was early, and the road was relatively smooth. It was not before six o'clock when we drove all the way to Shengqing Rang's home in the French Concession.
When Zong Ying walked to the service office, Mr. Ye saw her and said, "Miss Zong, today's milk is here!"
Zong Ying didn't have time to cook milk, so he just asked him, "Mr. Ye, does the service office have a spare key for the apartment?"
"Yes, yes." Mr. Ye frowned and asked, "Is Mr. Sheng not at home?"
"He's not here. But I have urgent items in his apartment, and I have to pick them up now." Zong Ying said earnestly, "Mr. Ye, life is at stake, please help."
Mr. Ye hesitated for a while, took out the spare key, and took her upstairs in person.
When he opened the door, Zong Ying entered the house, and he stayed at the door all the time, listening to all the movements inside.
Zong Ying finally found the medicine bag in the bedroom. She dug out some medicines and put them in a paper bag. Before going out, she opened the entrance cabinet. There were only two yuan left in it. She picked them all up and stuffed them into her pocket.
Mr. Ye glanced at the contents in her bag and said, "Pills? Miss Zong, are you a doctor?"
"That's it." Zong Ying didn't have time to explain, he closed the door and thanked him, and walked downstairs quickly.
When she got into the car, the sky had turned from dark blue to gray, the wind was very fast, and there were many pedestrians on the road.
The car drove slower and slower, and finally stopped altogether. The driver is a novice. Looking at the dense crowd of refugees in front of him, he said without certainty: "It seems that I can't drive..."
"Is there any other way to go?" Zong Ying asked.
"Then it may be necessary to take a long detour." The driver replied with a frown, "I'll be there in about an hour sooner."
Lu Zongying here is not familiar, she can only leave the decision to the driver.
The driver turned around, intending to avoid the crowd and enter the public concession from elsewhere. As he drove eastward, Zong Ying noticed the street scenes that passed by along the way. There were hardly any places she was familiar with. After more than half an hour, Zong Ying asked, "Where are you now?"
"Now, now is..." The driver faltered, sweat dripping from his forehead so nervous that he couldn't give an answer.
Zong Ying realized that he might be lost, took a deep breath and asked, "Is this the Huajie (non-concession area)?"
The driver didn't answer, Zong Ying said, "Hurry up and find a way to go back, do you still remember the original road?"
The driver raised his hand to wipe the sweat: "I can only try."
The wind was stronger outside, and the foreign flags of various colors hanging on the street were blown violently. The residents of Huajie tried to protect themselves in this way.
After driving for half an hour, the entrance to the concession was vaguely visible. At this time, the car suddenly turned off. The driver turned his head and said carefully to Zong Ying, "There's no gas."
Zong Ying got out of the car, the strong wind almost blew people away, she only saw the more crowded and desperate crowd outside the iron gate——
The entrance to the concession was closed.
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