"You know what the heck!" the girl said anxiously, "Is that a scar? There are all kinds of scars, old and new, all over the body. They look like cuts with knives, cuts from belts, or burns from cigarette butts. "Oh, I can't tell. You don't know how scary it is..."
"Damn it, is it so serious? Do you want to call the police?"
"No, she said it was all in the past..."
The voice behind was lowered and could not be heard. Yes.
Behind the shelves, a silent man lowered his eyelashes and frowned.
His eyes were slowly covered like dark clouds.
The word "once upon a time" is like an arrow pointing in the opposite direction.
Bringing my thoughts back to that frozen winter night ten years ago.
The first time he went to Ji Fanling's house.
Chapter 16 Picking Up People
At the end of 2014, Beiwan experienced a rare cold wave.
A week-long heavy snowstorm has buried vehicles and blocked street entrances. The crowds in the previously bustling snack streets have dropped sharply due to the temperature, and only indoor restaurants are still barely open.
In the heavy snow with flying goose feathers, a figure held a black umbrella and made a long footprint in the snow. He did not stop at any shop on the street and walked away alone.
Anyone who is familiar with the snack street knows that every night, this boy will walk from the school gate to the snack street, cross the snack street, turn at the entrance of Jiangjia Xiaomian, cross the road, and walk towards the old and shabby residential area.
It's like walking along a set route.
It's like being trapped in one place and unable to leave.
At this time, Ji Fanling had been missing for more than a month, and the discussion in school was getting lower and lower. Her only relative had given up early, and the police had to conclude that she was dead.
Only Fu Yingcheng is still looking for all the places she might go.
Follow her route that night over and over, repeat, repeat.
He is an extremely rational person by nature and never does anything useless.
At this time, there was a calm madness.
Perhaps more so than the belief that she was still alive.
He just refused to let the last person who was still looking for her disappear.
It seems that if he persists long enough, one day, when he passes by the street, he will see the person he wants to see.
...
Fu Yingcheng walked to the gate of the community, stopped, and was about to leave when he saw a small truck parked outside the community. A middle-aged man stood beside the small truck and argued with the driver.
The man was moving and asked the truck to drive to the bottom of the unit. The driver said that trucks were not allowed in the community, so the man became furious and cursed me.
Fu Yingcheng lifted the edge of his umbrella and saw the man's face.
——Ji Guoliang.
Ji Guoliang only came to school once in high school. It was when he first started in the first year of high school. He burst into tears in Lao Tang's office, crying that his lover had died young and the family was in trouble. His daughter was pitiful and he asked Lao Tang to borrow money.
Old Tang was soft-hearted and immediately borrowed one thousand, but Ji Guoliang disappeared. In the end, Ji Fanling learned about the incident and stole the family's money and returned it to Old Tang.
When Ji Guoliang was crying in the office, Fu Yingcheng took a second look because he heard Ji Fanling's name.
At this time, I recognized him and followed him by accident.
Ji Guoliang went upstairs, and after a while, he went downstairs with a carton of sundries in his arms, threw it on the roadside, and cursed.
Inside the carton were high school textbooks, homework books, pencils, schoolbags, a girl's headband, and a photo frame that looked particularly beautiful among old things. In the photo frame was a woman wearing a white skirt with gentle and delicate eyebrows.
There are also some old clothes, old pants, and even gray underwear, piled together like garbage.
"Finally moved? Get out of here, get out of here!" An old woman who had just bought vegetables from the market came back to the community and scolded Ji Guoliang's back.
The old woman stumbled forward, bent down, and turned over the boxes that Ji Guoliang had thrown away: "Why did you throw them all away! How immoral."
"Do you know this family?" A deep voice sounded next to her.
The old woman looked up and found a black umbrella above her head. The young man holding the umbrella for her was tall and good-looking, with no expression on his face.
"I live across from his house." The old man finally found an outlet. "The wife of this house is dead, and the husband is a gambler. He sleeps during the day, and gathers a group of people at night to make a huge noise, which makes me noisy every night. I can't sleep."
"They only had a daughter who died in a car accident. How long ago? This bastard lost all of Fan Ling's things!" The old man yelled at the people upstairs! Shouted.
"Fan Ling." The young man spoke softly.
"...Yes, the little girl is in high school. She was supposed to take the college entrance examination next year. Sometimes I couldn't carry the rice, so she would help me move upstairs. She also apologized to me and said that her house would affect my sleep. I said that It's not what you did, right? It's your turn to apologize."
"What a good little girl, but...hey!"
The old lady hesitated and stamped her cane angrily: "What a bastard. I'll beat her every three to five minutes!"
The air was quiet for a moment.
The cold snow fell on Fu Ying's dark eyelashes.
The young man didn't say anything, but the old man continued muttering: "I just can't understand his moral character. What's the point of beating children? You don't know that sometimes he beats... really evil."
"One time I thought something was going to happen, so I went to the neighborhood committee and called the police, but the police said they could only give me a warning and education. After that, he got more serious and harmed everyone. I didn't dare to call the
police again. Why didn't he die..."
The nagging old voice gradually dissipated in the wind.
After a long time, the young man bent down to take the dish from the old woman's hand, and said in a dry voice,
"I'll take you up."
Because the landlord threatened with the deposit, Ji Guoliang had to move all his things away.
At this time, Ji Fanling's house was empty, with only the walls yellowed by smoke.