Chapter 22

South Street is not far from the school, but it took ten minutes to arrive and almost killed the driver. Cheng Yan paid and got off the bus, and even forgot to take his umbrella. The master opened the car window and rushed to the street to shout, Cheng Yan vowed not to look back because he had left his umbrella behind. The master had no choice but to look at the black umbrella beside the co-pilot's chair, blinked his eyes, and drove away with the steering wheel.

The stagnant water was stepped on, there was still wind at night, the rainwater hit the ground diagonally, and one person ran to the location in the face of the heavy rain.

After entering South Street, he went from house to house and asked if anyone had heard the name Zhao Fuling. He could only help him get here. The situation in South Street was too complicated, and the road was winding and winding. Cheng Yan was lost for a while. The direction, but the situation that asked was no good. Everyone said that had heard of it, but no one knew where lived. Cheng Yan had no choice but to use luck to see if he could ask a clue today.

Facing the intricate road and the situation that the navigation was useless, Cheng Yan was at a loss for a while, and he was so anxious that he wanted to cry. He called Zhao Yibai, and the other party was already turned off. Cheng Yan scolded Zhao Yibai at Yu Ye, Even after scolding him, he still failed to dial the number that had been turned off.

"Fuck you, your surname is Zhao." Cheng Yan was furious at the bottom of the corridor and wiped his face. The people in the store doubted his identity after seeing his swear words and his embarrassed appearance, and slammed the door behind him. Locked to death, Cheng Yan had no choice but to face the phone.

He didn't want to click on this number, but this number was reliable. It was the number that could give him answers and directions when he was at a loss. He knew that the person on the other end of the number should not bother, but he analyzed the current situation. How could he manage so much?

The phone got through quickly, and Song Yu was much more reliable than Zhao Yibai's delay in answering.

"Song Yu..." Cheng Yan's voice was anxious, and he seemed to have some grievances, "How can I quickly find a person's address?"

Song Yu couldn't help but ask, "Who are you looking for?"

Speaking of this Cheng Yan, I get angry, "Zhao Yibai's aunt, and now the navigation is useless, I have no clue at all, the people here can't ask the situation, what should I do?"

"Where are you?" Song Yu asked.

Cheng Yan looked back, just about to say his location, but then he realized something, "I'm on South Street, the one near the school, I don't know exactly what this place is."

Like a lost child crying about how to get home.

Song Yu calmly said: "Send the address here, you stand there, don't move around, or I can't find you."

Cheng Yan did as he did, and he didn't dare to move around. He could fascinate Song Yu with a slight movement of the intricate road.

After ordering these, Song Yu came efficiently. When he came, he held an umbrella and was fully equipped. He was not as sloppy as Cheng Yan. When he found Cheng Yan's position, when he saw his people, Song Yu was going to be furious. Restrained, Cheng Yan squatted at the door of a store, the door was closed, he shivered there, saw Song Yu jumping up and running towards him, and hurriedly explained the situation.

Although Song Yu was fully equipped, his trousers were still soaked wet and stuck to his body, but the black sportswear was not easy to see. He asked, "Have you asked this?"

"Well, they all said they didn't know."

"You know the name, but you say you don't know the address?"

"It's also possible." Cheng Yan said.

"It's not easy," Song Yu handed the umbrella to Cheng Yan, "You take it, I'll go in and ask."

Cheng Yan looked back and saw that he was standing in front of the store, and said, "That store is closed."

The door was closed, and the light in the glass door was still on. Song Yu turned a deaf ear to Cheng Yan's reminder, and stood at the door knocking on the glass door. There were clearly a few people standing inside, talking to each other and looking at Song Yu. He hesitated and walked over, as if he was guarding something.

The visitor, a woman in her thirties, asked tentatively through the glass door, "Who are you looking for?"

Song Yu is too tall, forcing others to look up, but this person's temperament is too high-end, Song Yu always has the breath of a wealthy child, although he does nothing, how can say, he is the first sight The kind of temperament that makes people feel "not bad for money" may be because he is a clothes hanger. Simple clothes will appreciate in value and become a high-end famous brand. This temperament is too unbelievable. The soothing Lord will not understand.

"Ask about Zhao Fuling's situation," Song Yu didn't let others open the door, maybe he could see the other person's defensive eyes, "Sister, Zhao Fuling is my aunt, but I can't contact her anymore, my family is worried, can you give me some pointers? Where to go?"

"You didn't visit her house?"

"I've been there, there's no one at home, the door is locked tightly." Song Yu said calmly.

"Oh, that's weird," said the elder sister, and opened the door, walked out, went to the family next to her, and knocked on the door: "Pharaoh, Pharaoh, hasn't Zhao Fuling come home yet? ?"

A man came out of it, feeling unhappy that he was being disturbed, and said impatiently, "Should we pick me up?"

The woman pointed at Song Yu, "He said the house was closed, and Chen Qi didn't care about her life or death?"

"It might be in the hospital," Old Wang said. "You can go and have a look on your own. It's impossible not to be there. Did you not hear the knock on the door? She has limited mobility, so she must be at home."

Cheng Yan came to Song Yu from one side.

She kept her mouth shut to Cheng Yan, but said to Song Yu's hot sister, "This road is detoured, don't go from here, isn't there an alley over there, go to the east and walk for a few minutes. It's just a few steps away."

Song Yu glanced at the slender alley, which was well connected in all directions, and didn't think it was the way to go, "This road is too detoured, I don't come many, I'm afraid I'm going wrong, who can take my sister or uncle? a way?"

Lao Wang said quickly: "It's not far, it's coming soon, you..."

"Forget it, I'll take the two children over there, we're going to take a detour," the elder sister said, "You two wait a while, I'll go in and get an umbrella."

Song Yu agreed.

The eldest sister came in, took an umbrella, put on a coat, and walked forward. The road at the entrance of the alley is really difficult to walk, and the umbrella needs to be turned sideways. became a way.

"Both of you are Fuling's nephew?" The eldest sister looked back at Song Yu and Cheng Yan, "It's not like that."

Cheng Yan said cooperatively, "He is, I am not."

The eldest sister looked at Song Yu again, and she really didn't see any familiarity with her family. It was understandable that the nephew and aunt didn't look like she should, but the feeling of the boy in front of her was quite shocking to the eldest sister. As for Zhao Fuling's family, seeing the boy's feeling, the eldest sister is also relieved.

Song Yu made a high-end face.

It is easy to capture hearts, especially women's hearts.

Few women can stand up to his style, otherwise he wouldn't be so excited, Cheng Yan thought understandingly.

"I haven't heard anyone talk about it, she looks really handsome," said the eldest sister, "your aunt also suffered a lot. She suffered a lot when she got married. Your uncle is not good enough, oh, you have to talk about it when I see you later."

Both Cheng Yan and Song Yu have no impression of Zhao Yibai's aunt, and have never seen it before. They have never heard Zhao Yibai mention it. They just listened to her sister. Aunt Zhao Yibai should not be doing well. It was a bit miserable, so Cheng Yan's uneasiness became stronger, and he was eager to see people and Zhao Yibai's current situation.

"Isn't this the road?" After walking out, Cheng Yan looked back at the alley and said.

The eldest sister said: "What kind of road is this? It's so narrow that it's convenient to go from here, and slowly it becomes a road. Our place has been forgotten by the top, and it's the worst. It's not like a village, the city is not like a city...just ahead."

The eldest sister pointed to one and said, "I see, it's enough from here. Fuling should be at home. If I'm not here, I don't know. Chen Qi has no conscience, and we don't know where she left her."

Song Yu nodded: "Okay, thank you sister."

The eldest sister smiled and said, "It's okay, you come more often, it's not easy for your aunt."

Song Yun snorted, Cheng Yan had already walked out, pointed to this road and asked back to the eldest sister, the eldest sister nodded, and Cheng Yan entered.

Song Yu followed closely, and the eldest sister sent the two here. Before leaving, she was still looking at Song Yu. She wondered how Zhao Fuling had such a foreign-looking nephew. The temperament that people don't have.

There's a topic to talk about here.

The eldest sister turned around and went back the same way.

Everything is easy to say when we get to the front. Cheng Yan successfully found his family and asked about the situation. He and Song Yu went up the stairs. No wonder the sister said that this is a forgotten place. The situation on South Street seems to be really bad. After embroidering, the aisle is very narrow. Two people can't even walk side by side. They can only walk in tandem. There are cracks in the wall. The building that seems to collapse at any time is very insecure. The smell, the stairs are also in a condition that has not been cleaned for a long time, which makes people doubt whether it can live in people.

The environmental conditions were not as good as that of Cheng Yan's grandmother's house.

If it wasn't for the sound of coughing, this place would probably have been mistaken for the ruins of empty shells.

"Did Zhao Yibai call you back?" Song Yu asked behind Cheng Yan. There were no lights in the corridor, it was pitch black, relying on a little light on Song Yu's phone.

"No." Cheng Yan said honestly.

"He told you that something happened to him?" Song Yu asked again.

"He didn't say it, I felt it myself," Cheng Yan said uneasily: "He usually doesn't hide anything from me. When I asked him about things, he didn't avoid talking about it like he does now."

They are old friends. Zhao Yibai is the first friend Cheng Yan met after moving to a new home. He also mixed with Zhao Yibai in elementary school. In the city where Cheng Yan came to when he was in third grade, he has been attached to Zhao Yibai since then. .

No one can hide the smell of something wrong.

Song Yu couldn't hear the emotion behind him and said, "The feelings are stable."

Cheng Yan didn't answer, he had already arrived, he pointed to the door: "Is it here?"

Song Yu looked up at the house number, "Yeah."

He knocked on the door and blocked Cheng Yan.

No one came to open the door for a long time, not even a response. Song Yu and Cheng Yan looked at each other, thinking they had touched the wrong place, but the door remained motionless for a long time.

"Are you sure you read it right?" Song Yu was tall, took his mobile phone and hit the house number, the 502 in the light was clear, Song Yu knocked again, the noise made at night was unpleasant, and there was someone in the next room yelling.

"Is it wrong?" Cheng Yan said, "I'll go down and ask again?"

Just as Song Yu was about to respond, the door suddenly loosened, the door handle shook, and the door was opened from the inside.

"Damn it in the middle of the night, fuck my mother..." The scolding inside suddenly stopped, and what caught my eye was the face of a man with a shaggy beard, a blue nose and a swollen face, with a dark yellow complexion and a look of impatience in his eyebrows. , the foul language came when he opened his mouth, probably because he saw the tall figure in front of the door, the man's expression softened, and he put away the pile of unspeakable words, and frowned a line of lines, "What are you doing?"

Song Yu looked at Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan shook his head, he didn't know him either, just when the two thought they were looking for the wrong person, a voice suddenly sounded in the corridor, "Cheng Yan?"

Cheng Yan turned back, Zhao Yibai was standing on the stairs, looking up at him in front of the door, and those eyes that changed quickly when he found Song Yu.

I was surprised by Cheng Yan's appearance, and even more surprised by Song Yu's figure.