Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Three days later, no matter how the various self-media tried to contact the old couple of the Jian family, the two of them seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and could not be contacted.

It was not until the third day that a black van drove to the entrance of Jianjia Village. The old couple was turned around several times and thrown out of the car in a daze.

By the time they took off their hoods and could see the road clearly again, the black van had already disappeared.

Old Mrs. Jian looked at the familiar village and almost shed tears.

This trip to Shengzhou almost cost them half their lives.

The eldest son, Jian Jiahao, finally got through to the old lady on the phone. "Mom, why haven't you and Dad answered the phone these days? Why haven't you come back yet? The door to our house is blocked by people!"

"Ah?" Old Mrs. Jian didn't understand what was happening for a moment and was staggering back.

At this moment, a sharp-eyed reporter who was waiting at the village entrance spotted the old couple and ran over with a camera.

"Everyone, look, isn't that the old vampire man and woman from Jianjia Village?"

As soon as this shout was uttered, his colleagues around him also rushed over with their cameras in hand.

Old man and old lady Jian had never seen such a situation before, and they were surrounded before they could even run away.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Not far away, a Bentley slowly drove out of the village.

There was a young man sitting in the back seat, comparing an old photo with the one provided by the old village party secretary.

The assistant reminded him, "Sir, why don't you take the photo back and show it to the old lady? Perhaps with the mother-daughter connection, she will definitely recognize it."

The man shook his head. "It's been so long. If this turns out to be nothing again, the old lady will probably cry herself blind again."

After being disappointed time and time again over the years, I no longer have any expectations.

Yu Songyan thought that his grandparents had been sad for so many years because of his little aunt, especially his grandmother, who would feel sad whenever she mentioned the little aunt who was stolen away when she was still a baby.

At that time, my grandparents went south to work and focused on their work. They really couldn't spare the time, so they hired someone to help take care of the children.

Who knew that not long after, the aunt was stolen away, which became a pain in his grandparents' hearts for decades.

Whenever there was news that human traffickers were caught in various places, the grandparents would look forward to knowing the whereabouts of their daughter.

But every time I failed.

This time, Yu Songyan accidentally saw a photo in the news, a photo of a young girl, but between her eyebrows and eyes there seemed to be the shadow of her grandmother when she was young.

Following the clues, Yu Songyan found Jianjia Village in Anhai City.

Until he saw the photo provided by the village party secretary, with the name Jian Huai'en written on the back.

He learned that the woman in the photo, named Jian Huai'en, had family in Shengzhou, but the village party secretary failed to provide the specific address and information.

Yu Songyan was delighted that the girl in the photo looked even more like her grandmother, but sadly, Jian Huai'en was no longer alive.

If it is true, can grandparents accept the pain of losing their loved ones?

At this moment, Yu Songyan both hoped that this was true and hoped that it was not true.

"I'll go to Shengzhou by myself first."

Three hours later, Yu Songyan arrived in Shengzhou and met with his good friend.

Feng Yan walked into the reception room under the guidance of his assistant. He saw Yu Songyan, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Yu Songyan is the third generation of a wealthy family. If you count further, there are no more generations above three. The family business was built by his grandparents. His parents adjusted the industrial structure and expanded the territory. Yu Songyan is the only son in the family and seems to have a non-blood-related sister.

Feng Yan made him some tea and asked, "What brings you here?"

Yu Songyan didn't reminisce with him, but went straight to the point and took out a printed picture.

"Brother, I came to you this time for something important. You are from Shengzhou, so it shouldn't be difficult for you to help me find someone."

Feng Yan became interested, "Who is it that's so important?"

He casually took the picture and took a look at it, then was stunned.

Feng Yan's expression was somewhat intriguing. "What is this?"

Yu Songyan said, "I can't get through to her phone either. I think her number is broken. Can you help me find the specific information?"

There was nothing unusual on Feng Yan's face, and he kept his composure.

"Is there any reason why you are looking for this person?"

Yu Songyan thought it was better not to tell anyone about what was happening at home, so he patted Feng Yan on the shoulder and said, "Why am I asking you to help me find someone? In a word, will you help me or not?"

He made up an excuse, "My mom accidentally saw this photo online and thought this girl looked like a good match for me. She insisted I find her, and I had no choice but to let her do it."

Feng Yan put the picture away and nodded.

Seeing that he agreed, Yu Songyan smiled and said, "Give my regards to Aunt Feng. I have to go back to South City. If you have any news, please contact me immediately."

After Yu Songyan left, Feng Yan picked up the picture again and found a mobile phone number written on another piece of paper.

It was something that could be settled with just a phone call, but Yu Songyan went to Shengzhou in person.

Feng Yan tore up the picture and the phone number together.

……

A week later, everything was calm.

Fu Runing abandoned her original mobile phone number, and of course there was no more criticism of her on the Internet.

Instead, she received a call from Aunt Cheng Su, saying that the Jian family was in chaos, being chased by loan sharks and having wreaths sent to them. The family didn't know where to hide.

After work, Fu Runing thought of Jian Heng.

I received a call from Rong Ruo’s agent yesterday. Rong Ruo has completed the surgery and is about to be discharged from the hospital.

Jian Heng was also threatened by Rong Ruo's lawyer to apologize and pay compensation.

So that evening, when Feng Yan and his lawyer came knocking on the door, Fu Runing happily invited them all into the house.

Fu Runing has been staying at home recently. Xiao Jingting was on a business trip again, so she brought Duoduo and three kittens home.

After Feng Yan entered the room, he didn't sit down. He just said, "Ning Ning, if you have anything to say, just talk to Lawyer Zhuang. You two can talk. I'm going to go out for a walk."

Fu Runing smiled and said, "Okay, Brother Feng Yan, Duoduo is outside. You can play with it. The girl is thinking about you."

Feng Yan walked out of the yard. The evening sunset was bright red, and he looked at his home separated by a wall.

In his memory, his own family was always serious, forming a sharp contrast with the lively Fu family across the street.

Sometimes he would hear the second aunt of the Fu family across the street shouting at their two children to come back for dinner, but his mother thought it was noisy, so she replaced all the windows with soundproof ones the next day.

Suddenly, Feng Yan felt a furry head sticking out from his side. He looked down and saw that it was the golden retriever named Duoduo.

Duoduo was holding a wooden puppy in her mouth. She put the puppy in front of the man, as if she wanted to play with him.

After Fu Runing finished talking with Lawyer Zhuang, she politely escorted him out and walked into the yard, only to see Feng Yan sitting on a chair outside with a set of wood carving tools on the table, carving something.

She walked over curiously, "Brother Feng Yan, what are you carving?"

Feng Yan pointed at the ornaments on the table and said, "Where did this wooden carved puppy come from? It's been bitten like this. I'll make it a new one."

Duoduo was wagging her tail at Feng Yan's feet.

Fu Runing patted Duoduo's head and said angrily, "It won't be long before it gets chewed up again. I don't know where it found this toy from."

Feng Yan said casually, "It's okay, I can make a new one for it."

Fu Runing thought of the cabinet full of ornaments in her home, which were the birthday gifts Feng Yan gave her every year.

She sat down and watched him carve, and couldn't help but say, "Brother Feng Yan, where did you learn these skills? They've become more and more beautiful over the years."

"My stepmother is a sculptor, and I later learned some from her."

Stepmother?

Fu Runing only knew that Feng Yan took his mother's surname. His parents divorced a few years ago, and he lived with his mother when he was a child. Later, he went abroad, and she didn't know that he still had contact with his stepmother.

Feng Yan saw her confusion and took the initiative to explain: "My father later remarried."

"Couples who have remarried may be more cautious about marriage. My stepmother and my father are doing well. Maybe sometimes unsuitable people should not be forced together, otherwise they will just end up being a couple with bad blood."

Fu Runing smiled awkwardly and said, "That's right."

"Brother Feng Yan, I hope you can find your destined person and spend the rest of your life with him or her."

Feng Yan paused with the carving knife in his hand and said calmly, "Okay, I'll borrow your words of good fortune."

……

Xiao Jingting's car drove towards the Fu family's residence. Before entering the door, he saw two people sitting in the yard through the fence.

A gloom suddenly appeared in his eyes, and there was a hint of coldness in his calmness, and he stayed in that direction for a long time.

Xiao Jingting got out of the car and walked towards the yard step by step. With every step he took, his eyes became colder.

When Fu Runing raised her eyes, she saw Xiao Jingting standing not far away. She hadn't seen him for a week, so she felt a little uncomfortable seeing him now.

She put down the ugly, half-finished wood carving she was working on and stood to greet him.

Because there were outsiders present, she controlled her voice to give him enough face as a husband, "Husband, why did you come back now without telling me?"

This sweet voice gradually dispelled the gloom in the man's eyes.

Then, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

His voice was also a little cold, "Why, are you afraid that I will come back?"

Fu Runing looked into his cold eyes, wondering what was going on. So she took his arm and said in a low voice, "That's enough. I'm already giving you face. Brother Feng Yan is our next-door neighbor. Please give me some face..."

Seeing this, Feng Yan put down the unborn puppy in his hand, stood up, and walked towards them gracefully.

"Ningning, I have something else to do, so I'll go back first. I'll take this wood carving back with me to work on."

Fu Runing waved and greeted him, "Goodbye, Brother Feng Yan, next time..."

Suddenly, she felt a force at her waist, and the man beside her hugged her, interrupting her to speak.

Xiao Jingting said lightly: "Slow down."

Feng Yan left without saying anything.

Seeing the man walking away, Fu Runing moved impatiently, broke free, and stayed away from the man.

"Okay, there are no outsiders here, so don't make any moves."

After saying that, she lowered her head and picked up the sawdust on the table.

Xiao Jingting looked down at the wood chips scattered on the table. He suddenly asked inexplicably, "Fu Runing, you treat these worthless things as treasures. Do you like these wood carvings, or do you like the people who gave them to you?"

Fu Runing frowned. What kind of question is this?

"The gift is small, but the thought is profound. Brother Feng Yan gave me this when I was a child, and he has given it to me every year since then. Not many people remember my birthday."

At this point, she suddenly wanted to say to him, didn’t you remember it either?

But after thinking about it, there was no need to say it.

It's tiring to talk to him.

Fu Runing changed the subject, "What are you doing back? Have you eaten?"

Xiao Jingting uttered two words calmly: "Just passing by."

Fine.

Just passing by.