Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Qin Shuyu casually bought a mask and sunglasses on the street, put them on, found a barbecue restaurant that was open all night, ordered some food, and sat alone in a small corner until midnight.

He suddenly remembered the day he first came to Beijing. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night. His sister and Brother Lang took him out to eat barbecue in the middle of the night. He choked and cried when he ate barbecue with raw garlic for the first time. Then they went to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony...

Qin Shuyu paid the bill and left the barbecue restaurant. When he reached Tiananmen Square, he felt timid again. He looked into the distance for a moment, then turned around and left.

But if he doesn't go home, where can he go?

If he didn't go home, he had nowhere to go.

Qin Shuyu was walking aimlessly on the street, he didn't know where to go.

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Ji Shumiao contacted the bank: "Yes, as long as there is a spending record on his bank card, please tell me everything."

Zhou Hui also instructed the technical department of Tonghuali to locate the location of Qin Shuyu's account. As long as he used the Shimian APP, they could locate his specific location.

Ji Shumiao also went to Yamamoto Zeya's villa in person, but was turned away at the door.

Across the bamboo fence in the courtyard, Ji Shumiao saw one of Chu Anran's eyes.

Chu Anran looked at the girl who killed her son with hatred. If it weren't for Ji Shumiao, her son would not have died in her hands.

Taking advantage of the fact that Ji Shumiao had never seen him, Chu Anran did not hide his hatred.

Ji Shumiao was not surprised at all that Yamamoto Sawaya's people wanted to kill him. He himself wanted to kill himself, let alone the people around him.

But this overwhelming hatred still made Ji Shumiao suspicious.

A night passed, and there was still no news of Qin Shuyu.

Grandma was so anxious that she wiped her tears, and everyone stayed awake the whole night, worrying about Xiaoyu's safety.

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Qin Shuyu walked for more than ten kilometers and arrived at the Old Summer Palace Ruins Park outside the North Fourth Ring Road. He used the cash he had on him to buy a ticket and found a small empty corner to sit down.

There are broken walls in the distance and a desolate lake in front.

Not caring whether it was dirty or not, Qin Shuyu lay down on his back.

It's really strange. Although he has never experienced a war-torn era, he still hates war to the extreme.

Qin Shuyu was not completely confused and lost. He knew that he would always go home, back to his home in Beijing, or back to his home in the countryside.

He has a place to come from and a place to return to.

He just didn't have the courage to face the possible reactions of his family members, even if he saw a trace of contempt and disgust on their faces, even if it was just a possibility, even if it was just an assumption...

He was extremely frightened.

Because of him, they were in danger.

Qin Shuyu thought so and took out his cell phone.

"So you are here."

After lying there for an unknown amount of time, a face appeared above Qin Shuyu.

Qin Shuyu sat up and saw who was coming - it was Li Xiang who was carrying a drawing board.

Li Xiang set up a drawing board by the lake: "Miao Miao has gone crazy looking for you."

"Don't tell them." Qin Shuyu pleaded with his eyes, "I will go back."

Li wanted to search his backpack for brushes, palette and paint box, without looking up: "That's your freedom."

In Li Xiang's opinion, whether Qin Shuyu is willing to go home or not has nothing to do with her.

So Qin Shuyu lay back down again.

There was the sound of Li Xiang painting by the lake. Although there was some distance between them, Qin Shuyu still felt that he heard the "swish" sound of the paintbrush hitting the paper.

A person paints, a person does not speak, only the noisy wind blows the reeds by the lake.

When the sun was high in the sky and moving westward, and an oil painting took shape, Qin Shuyu finally asked the question in his mind: "It's so desolate, what's there to paint?"

Li Xiang lowered his head and adjusted the color: "Depression has its own beauty, just like you have your own goodness."

Qin Shuyu laughed softly: "Artists speak differently, in a very artistic way."

Li Xiang did not sense any malicious ridicule in his words, but she did not know how to respond next, so she put it behind her and continued painting.

She was so focused when she was painting that she seemed to have no emotions at all.

Li Xiang felt that scenery had its own emotions, and she could not use brushstrokes that reflected her own emotions to paint scenery.

Qin Shuyu sat up and watched Li Xiang paint a shadow under the reeds into colorful black. Suddenly, he felt a little regretful for not bringing his camera.

"Goodbye." Qin Shuyu stood up.

"Where are you going?" Li Xiang asked without turning back.

Qin Shuyu waved his hand without even turning his head and replied, "Go home for dinner."

Li Xiangxiang asked him to wait until she finished painting. She also wanted to go to Miaomiao's house for dinner, but then she thought that today was not a suitable day to visit others, so she had to give up.