Shanghai morning

Wanwan lived in the apartment in the dark for a few days. She lay on the ground unable to move, not because of her physiology, but because her brain could not control her limbs. She knew that she should stand up to drink water, but she couldn't. She was hungry. Thirst made her body weak, but her consciousness became more and more clear. She just collapsed there like a coma, watching someone open the door and throw it down to eat, and then closed the door and locked it.She didn't have the strength to stand up and run away, and she couldn't make a sound to ask the food delivery man to speak to her, so she just curled up on her side, watching the sunlight recede from the room, and then illuminate the room again hours later.

She no longer feels pain or cold, and Wanwan feels that she is dying. This is a slow process, and she has no power to stop it, nor can she speed it up.

Will Honda Ju keep her locked up until she dies?Or will he suddenly pull her out one day and kill her?Wanwan thought about this question over and over during the first 24 hours she could still think, but stopped thinking about it when the sun shone into the house for the second time, whether Honda Ju wanted to kill her or not, she just hoped that someone would open the door and walk in Talk to her, she wants someone to take her out of this room.

In Feliciano's studio, Wang Yao sat quietly in the afternoon sun. He turned his face slightly and stared out of the window. The slightly harsh sunlight made him narrow his eyes slightly, and his eyes became soft and hazy.Ferry swayed the paint in front of the canvas, bringing the model's vivid expression to the painting in time.

Wang Yao was still uneasy, he hadn't seen Honda Chrysanthemum since Wednesday, he stayed at home except for the time when he was a model for Feliciano, and he would feel restless if there was any noise.The home is not safe. Honda Ju once broke into his house and dropped threatening words.But where else to go but home?No place is safer than home.

When Luther passed Feliciano's studio, he stopped for a moment, frowned and looked in, he was still very uneasy about Wang Yao's existence.The situation in Shanghai is no longer favorable to foreigners. Luther is already planning to leave, but Feliciano insists on staying. He said that Shanghai can inspire him and give him the motivation to create art.If Ferry was referring to a portrait, Luther really didn't see any need to keep it.

The sun began to shift, and gradually disappeared from Wang Yao's face.Feliciano put down his paintbrush and said, "Yao, let's go here today, thank you for your hard work!"

Wang Yao withdrew his thoughts and stood up calmly: "Okay, then I'll go back first."

Fei Li also stood up and walked to Wang Yao: "Yao, you seem to be even more unhappy, what happened?"

"A little trivial matter, it's not a big deal." Wang Yao said as he subconsciously wiped the back of his hand, as if he was about to erase something.

As soon as the door was opened, Wang Yao bumped his nose into Luther's chest, causing him to let out an "ouch" in pain.Luther supported him: "Sorry, I bumped into you."

"No, I bumped into you." Wang Yao covered his nose with tears.

"Luther, why are you standing here?" Feliciano was puzzled.

"I just wanted to see your painting, and I just wanted to knock on the door." Luther said to Wang Yao again, "Yao, are you ready to go back? I'll see you off."

"No trouble." Wang Yao replied bluntly.

Luther raised his hand to stop him: "Let me see you off, I happen to be going out too."

Feliciano was pure-hearted, thinking that Luther wanted to get back together with Wang Yao, so he said to Wang Yao, "Yao, let Luther take you, anyway, he's on the way."

Wang Yao couldn't resist, so he could only agree: "Mr. Rabeschmidt is here."

After getting into Luther's car, Wang Yao didn't say a word.Luther steered the four-wheeled monster smoothly. He was obviously an excellent animal trainer, and the car was so docile in his hands that it was not as crazy as it was in Ferry's hands.Wang Yao had experienced it a long time ago, but he couldn't help but sigh when he got in the car again, Luther was really the best driver he had ever seen.

"Yao, I..." Luther hesitated to speak.

"If you want to warn me not to go to your house again, don't get close to Ferry," Wang Yao finished for him, "Sorry, I don't agree, I need money, I have lost my job, before Ferry's painting is finished I will always go to your house."

"I didn't mean to say this," Luther argued. "Actually, I want to apologize. I did bring you into the Yunjian incident. I have no position to accuse you of causing me trouble."

Wang Yao shook his head: "It's over, I don't regret helping Yunjian." And I'm in more trouble now, he added in his heart.

After a moment of silence, Luther asked another matter: "Why did you lose your job?"

"Because of Yunjian." Wang Yao didn't want to reveal everything, Luther didn't know everything, and he didn't dare to trust Luther.

"It seems that I caused you to lose your job." Luther said regretfully.

"It has nothing to do with you." Wang Yao was very cold.

The conversation couldn't go any further, neither of them had the intention to speak, and the car fell into an awkward silence again.At the entrance of the alley of Wang Yao's house, Wang Yao opened the door and got off the car, and Luther followed.

"Thank you, Mr. Beschmidt, please go back." Wang Yao said calmly.

Luther nodded: "I watched you walk in."

Wang Yao was also polite, turned around and walked into the entrance of the alley, his thin back was shrouded in shadows in the narrow path, much like a Chinese painting.

"Yao!" Luther called out to stop him.

"What else is there?" Wang Yao turned his head, light and shadow overlapped on his face, making his face unreal.

"I'm still sorry to make you lose your job. If possible, I will try my best to help you." Luther said.

"Thank you." Wang Yao still had a neutral attitude.

Seeing Wang Yao's back completely disappear in the alley, Luther just got into the car, started the car and left.

Back home, Wang Yao found that Ivan was not there. The Russians had been moving around in secret for the past few days and came back late every day. Wang Yao didn't bother to ask him.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps going upstairs, which was different from Ivan's. Wang Yao wondered: Who will visit at this time?

There was a knock on the door, Wang Yao went to open the door, and there was Al standing outside the door.

"Al? Why are you at this time... Shouldn't you be off work?" Wang Yao was a little happy.

"Come and see you," Al said. "Haven't heard from you in a few days."

"Come in first." Wang Yao let Al into the room.

In the narrow room, the two of them almost touched each other as soon as they sat down, talking with each other on the knees.

"Yao, don't you have a job yet?" Al asked.

"No, but now I am working as a model for Ferry, and he pays me some money." Wang Yao said.

"How is that enough? It won't last long." Al shook his head in disapproval.

"I can't find a job for the time being, so I can only stand like this." Wang Yao smiled bitterly.

Al also has no good way: "Or I'll go talk to Arthur..."

"Don't!" Wang Yao hurriedly interrupted, "I can't go back, I might as well go to the pier!"

"But if you keep going like this you're going to starve soon," Al said.

Wang Yao was also at a loss: "Let's take a step and see. Shanghai is so big, and there is no place to work."

Al had no choice but to change the subject: "Your sister still doesn't want to come back?"

"She doesn't want to see me anymore." Wang Yao looked sad, he didn't know that he had wronged Wanwan.

"Has Honda Chrysanthemum made things difficult for you again?" Al leaned forward and looked into Wang Yao's eyes with concern. There was always a melancholy cloud in those eyes, like the fog on the Huangpu River.

When mentioning Honda Chrysanthemum, Wang Yao unconsciously grasped his trouser leg with a hand on his knee.

"An accident happened again?" Al noticed Wang Yao's emotional change.

"It's nothing, he promised to bring Wanwan to see me, but he didn't bring her." Wang Yao concealed part of the truth, "Maybe she didn't want to come."

Wang Yao turned his face away and didn't dare to look at Al's penetrating eyes, but Al didn't allow him to dodge. Al raised his hand and gently brushed Wang Yao's face: "Yao, don't hide it from me." He took Wang Yao's hand on his knee , The injury on the back of the hand has not healed.

"Is this related to Honda Chrysanthemum?" Al asked.

Wang Yao couldn't lie in front of Al, so he could only nod his head: "Yes."

Al covered Wang Yao's injured hand into his own, and suggested again: "Yao, come with me, get out of here."

Wang Yao still shook his head firmly: "I don't know the situation in Wanwan, so I can't leave."

Al bit his lips: "That is to say, if you see Wanwan again and let her tell you that she doesn't want to come back to you, you will give up and leave?"

"How do you want me to answer?" Wang Yao showed conflicted sorrow.

Holding Wang Yao's hand, Al asked solemnly: "Can you, can you give me some hope? Give me a possibility."

"What kind of possibility do you want?" Wang Yao stared blankly at the hands they held together. The hand touched by Honda Chrysanthemum was now wrapped in Al's palm, which inexplicably comforted him. The same touch Touch, the two gave him completely different feelings.

"You can leave everything behind to follow me." Al still said the same thing.

"Unless my sister can leave Honda Chrysanthemum, even if she doesn't come back to me, as long as I know she lives somewhere safe, I will be content." Wang Yao said.

Al was silent for a moment, and held Wang Yao's hand tightly: "This is your condition? I understand." He secretly set a goal in his heart.

Suddenly, Ivan pushed the door open and came in rashly. Seeing Al was in the room, Ivan asked strangely, "Did I bother you?"

Wang Yao hurriedly pulled out his hand: "Won't you knock on the door first?"

"There are usually no other people here!" Ivan Da Lala walked in, "As for you, do you still need to knock on the door?"

Wang Yao lost his temper with Ivan a long time ago: "Why are you here?"

Ivan squinted at Al: "It's inconvenient for outsiders to talk about it!"

Al gave him a displeased look, and stood up: "Yao, I'll come back next time, and I'll figure out a way, I hope you can seriously consider my proposal next time." After that, he went downstairs and left.

"What did he propose?" Ivan asked Wang Yao with a straight face.

"It has nothing to do with you," Wang Yao didn't bother to explain to him, "Tell me about you."

It was rare for Ivan not to interrogate again, he had something more important to say, so he said seriously: "Yao, I asked someone about your sister: your sister hasn't appeared for many days, Honda Ju has been in and out of all occasions these days There is no woman around, and I have never seen Wanwan appear alone."

"No? Then she didn't go out?" Wang Yao tried not to think badly, but his tone became anxious.

"It's possible that Japanese women with status generally live in seclusion, and most of them will be accompanied by men when they go to social occasions, and Honda Chrysanthemum may also ask for it in the same way." Ivan said.

"Bastard!" Wang Yao scolded.

"But there may be a worse situation, such as Wanwan is sick..." Ivan poured cold water on him again.

"Maybe Wanwan is sick? This bad thing called Honda Ju must have tortured him!" Wang Yao yelled out of control.

"Don't be impulsive, this is just a possibility, the most likely thing is that Wanwan didn't go out." Ivan hurriedly held down Wang Yao who was jumping up.

"No, I have to find her quickly!" Wang Yao was about to jump up again.

Ivan pushed him back hard: "I'm looking for a spy, and he can't even find you, let alone you, so just wait for news from him!" The traitor Torris only had this useful skill , thought Ivan.

"Is the person you're looking for reliable?" Wang Yao didn't quite believe it.

"There is no one more reliable than him in Shanghai." Ivan boasted.

Wang Yao fell silent, there is no other way but to wait.