Little mortals' dreams come true

Han Sheng didn't sleep all night, and early the next morning, he only brought a little salute, and rushed to take the first train.It wasn't until the car was far away that he remembered to call Secretary Zhang, and scribbled an explanation of the upcoming changes to the itinerary to the surprised secretary who couldn't speak fluently.

He is now a piece of burning coals, nothing can calm him down except Li Fan's gentle eyebrows and eyes.

He tentatively contacted Li Fan, but he didn't dare to say directly that he had already set off for Liyuan City, so he just sent a sentence cautiously and cautiously:

"Are you busy recently, what are you doing?"

Li Fan didn't reply.

It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived in Liyuan City, and Han Sheng got a room at the hotel last time.He has been in a state of excitement, and he hasn't eaten anything since last night, but he has no appetite at all.Putting down his salute, he rushed directly to the old apartment where Li Fan was renting.

When he knocked on the door, his stomach was almost convulsed with tension, but until his heart jumped to his throat, his heart gradually calmed down, and no one opened the door.

Did you go out?Probably went to the studio.

Han Sheng looked a little discouraged at the closed door, took out his phone and looked at it, but Li Fan still didn't reply to his message.Han Sheng clicked on the address book, hesitated for a while, but finally did not dial.Li Fan may be studying with a teacher right now, he is very emotionally unstable now, and he doesn't want to disturb Li Fan.

After standing against the cold anti-theft door for a while, Han Sheng began to feel a slight dizziness caused by hypoglycemia. He decided to go back to the hotel first and come back later.

After eating something in the restaurant downstairs, Han Sheng went back to his room and took a nap, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening when he woke up.He didn't sleep soundly this time, and he even vaguely heard the sound of the cleaning staff pushing the tool cart through the corridor.

He rinsed his face with cold water, brushed his messy temples in front of the mirror a few times, grabbed his phone and hurried out.

When there was no response when he knocked on the door again, Han Sheng started to feel flustered.He stood in the empty corridor and dialed Li Fan's phone, the ringing ringing in his ears as if it would never stop.The lights in the corridor probably had poor contact, flickering from time to time, and the gray walls were cold.

Han Sheng stared blankly at his phone, and a terrible thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

Did Li Fan decide to abandon that agreement?In the past half a year, has he been recalling the hurts of the past, and finally wiped out the ardent love little by little?

Is he gone again?

Han Sheng didn't dare to think about it, he quickly swipe through the chat history with Li Fan, flipping through the words and sentences that he had already learned by heart over and over again.

After confirming that Li Fan did not show any abnormalities during the chat, he let out a long sigh of relief, his palms were wet.

After calming down a bit, Han Sheng slowly relaxed.In fact, during these times, the relationship between the two is not very close. Sometimes Li Fan will not reply to the message for several days in a row, and then send one or two pictures of the scenery of the nearby villages, sometimes followed by a slightly immature landscape. picture.

Perhaps, this time, Li Fan just went out to sketch with his teacher.

Han Sheng squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and decided to go to that studio tomorrow to ask, and he should be able to know when Li Fan came back.

Li Fan mentioned before that he met the teacher of the studio by chance at an art exhibition. It was the old man who was wrapped in a sense of immortality. Homophony, Li Fan secretly made fun of it.

The Zhao room is not far from Li Fan's apartment, but it is hidden deep in the alley, only a small engraved plaque is exposed. Han Sheng walked around several times and found the location after asking a lot of people.

There is a strong smell of ink when you enter the door. There are many landscape paintings hanging in the room on the front. The largest one is two meters long.Seeing Han Sheng enter the door, a girl with hair in a bun came up to him and offered to help introduce his works.Han Sheng explained the purpose of her visit, and she smiled and invited Han Sheng to sit at the mahogany table in the corner, served tea, said "wait a moment" softly, and walked lightly into the inner room.

Soon, an old man in a gray and white double-breasted jacket came out of the back room, and without asking any further questions, he cheerfully greeted Han Sheng with a rough voice and full of air.Han Sheng quickly stood up and responded.

However, Li Fan is not in the studio. They just went to sketch in a nearby field last weekend, and they are currently sorting out the paintings at that time, and have no plans to go out.Moreover, Li Fan didn't come to Zhao's room these days.

Han Sheng thanked him and left the Zhao room.It was very hot outside, and the weather was a little abnormal these days. Liyuan City, which was always cool, was under the scorching sun for several days, and the temperature was slightly higher than the hottest days in late summer.On the contrary, the rain warning for City A kept appearing in Han Sheng's text messages.

Regardless of the scorching sun or heavy rain, it is uneasy.

Han Sheng went back to the old apartment that Li Fan was renting again, but still no one answered the door.A young man with black-rimmed glasses went upstairs with a large bag of fast food, walked to the door opposite Li Fan's apartment and began to dig out the keys.Seeing Han Sheng standing at the door in a daze, he turned his head and asked:

"Sir looking for someone?"

Han Sheng said:

"Excuse me, have you seen anyone who lives here lately?"

"You mean Mr. Li? I saw him carrying a garbage bag downstairs the afternoon before yesterday. It was strange to say that he didn't look like he was going out that day, he was wearing slippers. But then I saw him from the kitchen window He left in a hurry with another man, and left without packing the cat food bag. I didn’t see him yesterday, and I saw that the cat food bowl was empty, so I helped pack it back. The cat is here too. It was too hot, so I brought it back. I haven’t seen Mr. Li since then, is he still not back?”

A chill suddenly came down Han Sheng's spine:

"Have you seen what that man looks like?"

"No, it's quite far away. I think they are walking in a hurry. Maybe that person has something urgent to do with Mr. Li? It feels like he is holding Mr. Li's arm all the time, looking very anxious... You are Mr. Li's friend, you want to come in Would you like some water? But my room is a bit messy."

"No, thank you, please contact me if you see Li Fan."

Han Sheng took out a business card and handed it over, the young man took it and entered the door.

Before he could think about it, the phone rang suddenly.For some reason, the sound of the bell was particularly eerie in the empty corridor, like a chill creeping quietly in the midst of a billowing heat wave.

It's Fang Qing's call.

"Hi, Han Sheng, are you in Wansheng now? Have you contacted Li Fan in the past two days?"

Han Sheng's heart skipped a beat:

"I can't get in touch with him either, I can't get through the phone, and I haven't responded to WeChat. And..."

Before Han Sheng finished speaking, Fang Qing said anxiously:

"No, I have to contact him quickly. News from Du Linfeng said that someone found out that Du Fengyang might have absconded to Liyuan City. So I will deliberately retaliate. Are you in Wansheng now, let's meet and talk."

Han Sheng's feet were weak, and he almost staggered to his knees and sat on the ground. He stretched out his hand to support the wall, and the cold sweat on his forehead seeped into his eyes, and he had to squint his eyes due to the irritating feeling.

His voice seemed to have been scorched by too high a temperature, and it was so dry that it was full of cracks, and every word was oozing with blood.

"I'm in Liyuan City now. Xiaofan hasn't come home for more than a day. He was probably taken away by Du Fengyang. You should contact Du Linfeng as soon as possible. I'll call the police now."