He Rijun coming again

"Brother Feng!" Han Qianshan didn't get a response for a long time, and was already planning to hit the door.

There was finally a sound in the quiet office.

Feng Qingzhu hurriedly opened the door with his suit jacket in his hand: "Take me to the airport."

"Are you going to sign the contract?" Han Qianshan took out his mobile phone and quickly picked out the flight information, "Brother Feng, where are you flying?"

Feng Qingzhu's footsteps paused: "Where is he flying?"

"he?"

"Luo Zhiwen." Feng Qingzhu's answer was clearly gritted.

Han Qianshan froze for a moment, not understanding the meaning of Feng Qingzhu's words.

But he doesn't understand, it doesn't mean he doesn't want Feng Qingzhu to chase Luo Zhiwen: "Brother Feng, don't be in a hurry. I have to find someone to find out where my sister-in-law flew to, and then I can help you book tickets and hotels. How many of you What about an assistant? I'll help you check with them, and I'm sure we can get my sister-in-law back."

Feng Qingzhu's lips were pursed into a line, and he raised his eyes, acquiescing.

Han Qianshan was holding the phone, calm on the surface, but in fact he was so excited that he almost cried out.

Brother Feng and sister-in-law can reconcile, even if there is a divorce agreement stuck in the middle, he is still happy.

Because as long as Feng Qingzhu regresses, it means that he has changed his mind about Luo Zhiwen.

Han Qianshan still remembers the first time he saw Feng Qingzhu when he was a child, the little boy already had an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes.None of the other children dared to play with Feng Qingzhu, only he rushed up to give away the head recklessly.

Not in vain.

Han Qianshan scratched his head, and continued to ask his acquaintance Cha Luo Zhiwen for the flight information.

The young Feng Qingzhu disdained Han Qianshan's favorite toys, even though he reluctantly accepted new friends, he was still immersed in his own world.

Han Qianshan couldn't bear his curiosity, so he sneaked a look at the notebook that Feng Qingzhu carried with him, and found that it was densely filled with words, and there were many traditional characters he didn't know.

When he was a child, Han Qianshan didn't think there was anything wrong, but when he grew up, he thought about Feng Qingzhu's living environment, and felt that there was nothing wrong.

Brother Feng is amazing, and ordinary people like him can't compare.

At that time they lived very close together, and Han Qianshan, like other children, raised a little milk dog that could bark.

Han Qianshan likes dogs, but it doesn't mean others like them too.

Han Qianshan tried his best to ask Feng Qingzhu to touch the puppy's head, but Feng Qingzhu never agreed.

Until one day, Mr. Feng accidentally fell at the door of the house, and the little milk dog ran all the way to the gate of the primary school they were studying, frantically biting Feng Qingzhu's trousers, and brought him home, so that he could send Mr. Feng to the school in time. In the hospital, Feng Qingzhu changed his mind about the dog.

Even later, when Feng Qingzhu left the country, he still cared about Han Qianshan's dog.

Han Qianshan didn't mean that Luo Zhiwen was a dog, he just felt that Brother Feng's attitude towards his sister-in-law was the same as that of the little milk dog back then, as long as there was a slight gap in his heart, he would accept it completely from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Feng, we found it." A message popped up on Han Qianshan's phone screen, "Sister-in-law...flew to Australia."

Feng Qingzhu said "Yes" expressionlessly: "Book a ticket."

"Okay, okay." Han Qianshan said courteously, "Brother Feng, I'll book the nearest flight for you."

But the nearest flight couldn't catch up with Luo Zhiwen who had already boarded the plane.

"You have sister-in-law's WeChat. When you arrive in Australia, contact him directly on WeChat." Han Qianshan racked his brains to give Feng Qingzhu an idea, "Sister-in-law is nice, even if she is angry, she will never fail to reply."

"You know him very well?" Feng Qingzhu paused slightly.

Han Qianshan had no sense of crisis: "Yes, my sister-in-law called you before, but if you didn't answer, he called me."

When Feng Qingzhu heard this, his brows were knotted.

He doesn't like a marriage without feelings, and during the three years of his marriage with Luo Zhiwen, he has completely failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.

He snubbed Luo Zhiwen, treating him as nothing.

Even now, when he thought of those eyes, he still couldn't associate Luo Zhiwen with "Awen".

Because the memory of the previous life is too heavy.

With a firm mind like Feng Qingzhu, he also spent 27 years in a nightmare.

He watched himself walking towards death step by step, and watched the man named "Awen" follow his steps and die a tragic death.

Sometimes Feng Qingzhu can't even tell what is a dream and what is reality.

In his dream, he could smell the scorching smell of the burning coffin, and he could hear Ah Wen crying in pain. He opened his eyes, but he didn't even know where Ah Wen was.

He lost him.

Han Qianshan was still nagging: "Hey, Brother Feng, to be honest, my sister-in-law is very concerned about you. In the first year of your marriage, he called me almost every day to ask if you would go home."

"... But it embarrassed me! Later, my sister-in-law probably knew that you didn't want to go home, so she didn't call often to ask, but every few days, she would still ask about your situation on WeChat. "

Feng Qingzhu slowed down unknowingly: "What did he ask me?"

"Whether you drink or not, and whether you work overtime or not." Han Qianshan said, "Sister-in-law is very sensible and won't ask other questions."

For some reason, Feng Qingzhu's heart ached slightly: "When did you add WeChat?"

Han Qianshan stopped abruptly: "Brother Feng, you don't remember anything?"

"Don't remember what?"

He smiled wryly: "Brother Feng, you and your sister-in-law got their marriage certificates abroad first, but when they reached the age, they could be exchanged for domestic certificates. You said you were busy and didn't have time to go to the marriage registration office, so let me take your ID. Ask sister-in-law for the certificate and let him handle it by himself."

"...That's when I added my sister-in-law's WeChat."

Finally, a crack appeared in Feng Qingzhu's calm expression: "You mean, he got the marriage certificate between me and him by himself?"

Han Qianshan answered this question with an awkward smile.

Yes, that's right.

That year when Luo Zhiwen went to get the domestic marriage certificate excitedly with his certificate, what was waiting was not Feng Qingzhu, but a cold leather bag containing the certificate sent by Han Qianshan.