waste heat

South Street is not far from the school, but it took only 10 minutes to arrive and almost killed the driver. Cheng Yan got out of the car after paying, and even forgot to take the umbrella. The master opened the window and ran into the street. Yan's attitude of not turning back was because he left the umbrella behind. The master had no choice but to look at the black umbrella next to the co-pilot's chair, blinked, and drove away holding the steering wheel.

The stagnant water was trampled, and there was still wind at night, and the rain slanted on the ground. At night, one person ran to the location against the heavy rain. At this time, Cheng Yan remembered that he forgot to take his umbrella, but it was too late.

After entering South Street, he asked from door to door, asking if anyone had heard of the name Zhao Fuling, and the location could only help him get here. The situation in South Street was too complicated, and the road was winding, and Cheng Yan was lost for a while. As for the direction, it is useless to ask about the situation. Everyone said they have heard of it, but no one knows where to live. Cheng Yan had to rely on luck to see if he could find out something today.

Facing the complicated roads and the situation where the navigation was useless, Cheng Yan was at a loss for a while, and was so anxious that he wanted to cry. He called Zhao Yibai, but the other party had already turned off his phone. Cheng Yan scolded Zhao Yibai at the rainy night, He scolded him bloody, but he still couldn't dial the number that had been turned off.

"Go to hell, surnamed Zhao." Cheng Yan became furious at the bottom of the corridor and wiped his face. The people in the store saw his swearing and his embarrassed appearance, they all suspected his identity, and secretly locked the door It was locked, Cheng Yan stared at the phone, there was nothing he could do.

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

The call was quickly connected, and Song Yu was much more reliable than Zhao Yibai's delay in answering.

"Song Yu..." Cheng Yan's voice sounded anxious, as if he still had some grievances, "How can I quickly find a person's address?"

What he said was endless, Song Yu couldn't help asking: "Who are you looking for?"

Speaking of this, Cheng Yan became angry, "Aunt Zhao Yibai, the navigation is disabled now, and 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 realized something, "I'm on South Street, the one near the school, I don't know the specifics... what kind of place is this?"

Like a lost child crying how to get home.

Song Yu calmly said: "Send me the address, you stand there and don't move around, or I won't be able to find you."

Cheng Yan did as he did, and he didn't dare to move, he could fascinate Song Yu with just a little movement on the intricate road.

After giving these orders, Song Yu rushed over 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, Song Yu was about to lose his temper when he saw him. Restraining himself, Cheng Yan squatted at the door of a shop, the door was closed tightly, he shivered there, seeing Song Yu jumping up and running towards him, he hurriedly explained the situation.

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

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

"You know the name, but 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 at him standing in front of the store, and said, "That store is closed."

The door was closed, but the light inside the glass door was still on, Song Yu turned a deaf ear to Cheng Yan's reminder, stood at the door and knocked on the glass door, there were clearly a few people standing inside, whispering to each other, looking at Song Yu, He came over hesitantly, as if he was guarding against something.

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

Song Yu is too tall, forcing others to look up, but this person's aura is too high-end, Song Yu always has the aura of a rich kid on him, even though he didn't do anything, how can I say that he is the first person who sees him The temperament that makes people feel "not bad for money" may be because he is a hanger, and simple clothes will appreciate in value on him, as if he has become a high-end brand. This temperament is too heaven-defying. Cheng Yan The Lord of sowing joy will not understand.

"Ask about Zhao Fuling's situation." Song Yu didn't let anyone else open the door, maybe he could also see the defensive eyes of the other party, "Sister, Zhao Fuling is my aunt, but I can't get in touch with her. My family is worried, can you give me some pointers?" Is there a place to go?"

"Did you not visit her house?"

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

"Oh, this is weird," the sister said, opened the door, walked out, went to the next family, knocked on the door and said, "Lao Wang, Lao Wang, Zhao Fuling hasn't come home yet?" ?”

A man came out from inside, and said impatiently with the discomfort of being disturbed: "Is it time to pick you up?"

The woman pointed at Song Yu, "He said the house is closed, and Chen Qi doesn't care about her life?"

"Then it might be in the hospital," said the old Wang, "you can go along this way and have a look. It's impossible not to be there. Didn't you 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.

He kept silent to Cheng Yan, but said to Song Yu's warm-hearted sister: "This road is winding, don't go here, isn't there an alley over there, go to the east and walk for a few minutes It's just a step away."

Song Yu glanced at the slender alleyway, which extended in all directions, and didn't think it was a passable road at all, "This road is too roundabout, I don't come here many times, I'm afraid I'll go wrong, sister and uncle who can guide you?" a way?"

Old Wang hurriedly said: "It's not far away, we'll be there soon, you..."

"Forget it, I'll take the two children over there. Our way is a detour," the sister said, "You two wait a moment, I'll go in and get an umbrella."

Song Yu agreed.

The eldest sister came in and took an umbrella and put on a coat, leading her forward. The road at the entrance of the alley was indeed difficult to walk, and the umbrella had to be turned sideways. became a road.

"Both of you are Fu Ling's nephews?" The elder sister turned to look 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, but she really didn't see any familiarity in the family. It was understandable, and the nephew and aunt should not be the same, but the feeling of the boy in front of her was quite shocking to the eldest sister, and she didn't plan to share it Regarding Zhao Fuling's family, seeing this boy, I feel that the elder sister is also letting go.

Song Yu had a high-end face.

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

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

"I've never heard of it, she's really handsome," said the elder sister, "Your aunt also suffered a lot, and she suffered a lot when she got married, and your uncle didn't live up to it. Hey, when we see you later, you have to talk about it."

Both Cheng Yan and Song Yu had no impression of Zhao Yibai's aunt, and had never seen her before, let alone heard Zhao Yibai mention it. They just listened to what my sister said, that Aunt Zhao Yibai's life should not be very good, even It was a bit miserable, so the uneasiness in Cheng Yan's heart 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, I just walked here for convenience, and it gradually became a road. Our place has been forgotten by the higher authorities. It's the most ugly. The village It's not like a village, it's not like a city... just in front of it."

The elder sister pointed to one and said, "See, just go from here. Fuling should be at home. I don't know if she's not here. Chen Qi has no conscience, so we don't know where we left her."

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

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

Song Yu hummed, Cheng Yan had already walked out, pointed to this road and turned to ask the elder sister, the elder sister nodded and Cheng Yan went in.

Song Yu followed closely, and the eldest sister sent the two of them here. Before leaving, she was still looking at Song Yu. She couldn't understand why Zhao Fuling had such a foreign-looking nephew. It was so beautiful. From the inside to the outside, it was all South Street. People don't have the temperament.

There is a topic to talk about this time.

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

When we get to the front, everything is easy to talk about. Cheng Yan successfully found a 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 in South Street seems to be really bad. Now, the aisle is very narrow, two people can't even walk side by side, they can only walk one after the other, the wall is cracked, the real estate that seems to collapse at any time is very insecure, and there is a rotten smell of garbage piles in the aisle The smell, and the stairs have not been cleaned for a long time, which makes people doubt whether it can be lived in.

The environmental conditions are not as good as Cheng Yan's grandma's house.

If it wasn't for the coughing sound, this place would probably be mistaken for the ruins of an empty shell.

"Did Zhao Yibai call you back?" Song Yu asked behind Cheng Yan, there was no light in the corridor, it was pitch black, relying on a little light from Song Yu's mobile 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 is now."

They are old friends. Zhao Yibai is the first friend Cheng Yan met after moving to his new home. He also got along with Zhao Yibai in elementary school. Cheng Yan came to the city when he was in the third grade. Since then, he and Zhao Yibai have become friends. .

No one can hide the smell of something wrong.

Song Yu couldn't hear the emotion behind and said: "The relationship is 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, "Yes."

He knocked on the door and stood in front of Cheng Yan.

For a long time, no one came to open the door, not even a response. Song Yu and Cheng Yan looked at each other, thinking they touched the wrong place, but the door still didn't move at all after a long time.

"Are you sure you read it right?" Song Yu is tall, and he tapped the door plate with his mobile phone. Under the light, 502 was clearly visible. Song Yu knocked again. The commotion at night was annoying. There was someone in the next room Yelling and cursing.

"Did I find the wrong one?" Cheng Yan said, "I'll go down and ask again?"

Just as Song Yu wanted to respond, the door suddenly came loose, the doorknob shook, and the door was opened from the inside.

"Damn it for staying up in the middle of the night to fuck his mother..." The scolding inside stopped suddenly, and what came into view was the face of a man with an unshaven beard, a blue nose and a swollen face. , the foul language came out as soon as he opened his mouth, probably seeing the tall figure in front of the door, the man's expression softened, he put away the pile of ugly words, and his brows were wrinkled, "What are you doing?"

Song Yu looked at Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan shook his head, he didn't know him, just when the two thought they had found 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 slightly changed eyes when he found Song Yu.

Surprised by Cheng Yan's appearance, even more surprised by Song Yu's figure.