Leftover temperature

It was already the next day when Xia Shenyan woke up, and he didn't know what time it was.

He was still in the car, and the pain in his whole body seemed to be numb, but fortunately, he didn't have trouble moving.

He didn't stay here for too long, and when he was almost recovered, he drove the dilapidated car and continued on the road.

In fact, it is very close to the destination.It's just that he can't enter Nanyang with his current appearance.

So he found a car repair shop near the outside of the city to put the car there for repairs, and then found a small clinic to treat the wound.The injuries were not serious, they were just skin wounds. After dealing with these, he asked about the nearby vehicles and rented a black car to go where he was going.

After another half an hour's ride, Xia Shenyan got off at the entrance of an alley called Baihua Lane.

His former hometown belonged to Baihua Town, called Shixi Village, a small village surrounded by mountains and rivers.

When he was young, his grandfather often took him to play in Baihua Town.For the kids at that time, being able to go to town was enough excitement and fun for a whole day.

The joys of childhood are always simple.

In fact, Xia Shenyan would go back to Shixi Village every year. He would come back for grandpa's memorial day, birthday, or Qingming Festival, but every time he came back, he would deliberately avoid people he used to know.

All his good things are buried here, started here, and ended here.So there is no need to look back, and there is no need to leave traces of his presence.

But Baihua Lane used to be not what it is now.

There used to be people living here, the alleys were lined with flowers and potted plants, the bluestone roads were clean and flat, and there were always cats lying on the walls of the alleys basking in the sun.

Everything looks so quiet and peaceful.

There are many alleys in Baihua Town. Even though Baihua Lane is named after Baihua Town, it is actually located in a remote place and it is difficult to find. It takes more than ten minutes to ride a bicycle to the town.

But he likes it here, and so does grandpa.

This is his and grandpa's secret base.

When he was very young, Xia Shenyan thought that when he grows up, he must buy a house in Baihua Lane, and then take Ah Zhen and his grandparents over.But delusions are always delusions.

Later, because of a vicious murder, the people here gradually evacuated.

It's just that even if the person he wants to keep is gone now, the person he wants to keep has also left him, and the place he once yearned for has become empty.He still chose this place.

The house he bought was next to the house where the vicious murder took place.

He always wondered if there were ghosts, ghosts, Buddhas and demons in the world, could he also ask the ghosts and gods along the way if he had seen his grandfather, and if he had, could he ask him why they didn't come to pick him up.

He obviously loves him the most.

I don’t know if there are still people living in Baihua Lane today, but the way in is still the same as the last time he came here. It is covered with moss, stone moss, overgrown with weeds, the walls are peeling and old, and the sun seems to be very reluctant to come again. Scattered one and a half to come in.Even though it is still as quiet as before, it is no longer as brilliant as it used to be.

The house had already been cleaned, so Xia Shenyan didn't feel too uncomfortable when he pushed the door in, and he didn't have to bother to clean it again.

Push open the door to the front yard.The front yard is not very wide, and there are no extra decorations. There is only a sycamore tree with only remnant branches, which looks a little sparse.

Xia Shenyan turned left and walked through the wooden corridor, and pushed open the door of the room at the end.

The person who sold the house to him was a young man with a refined and cool temperament, who should be a little younger than him, and a university professor.I heard that it was his mentor who lived here before, but he passed away very early, and the house has been vacant.

The man was very thoughtful for him, the house had been cleaned in advance, and all the furniture was available, some of which were even new.Everywhere has been sterilized, and the air still smells of fresheners, maybe it has been scented, and there is no trace of dust.There is no need for Xia Shenyan to bother to tidy up anything, he doesn't bring many things, and he will finish tidying up soon.

After finishing these, he went to other places for a while.

The bathroom, bathroom and kitchen are connected to the master bedroom.

It's just that there is nothing in the kitchen except some necessary tools for cooking, Xia Shenyan thought that he might have to go to town.

It's just that his car is still in the garage outside the city, and it's not very convenient to buy anything, and he doesn't know if his face will be recognized in the town.

Fortunately, it is winter now, and there is nothing to be seen under the cover.So he first walked to town to buy a framed bicycle, and then went to the mobile phone store to buy an old-fashioned push-button mobile phone.When buying a mobile phone, the little waitress looked at him like a newcomer.

But he doesn't need a mobile phone with Internet access anymore, and he is tired of smart life.

There are washing machines, refrigerators and TV sets at home, so Xia Shenyan went to a supermarket that could deliver to his door to buy daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, pots and pans, and then went to a home furnishing store to buy mattresses, pillows and a four-piece set.

He can't remember the others, and he will add what he needs in the future.After going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, he went home.

After all the items from the supermarket and home store were delivered, he reorganized them again, although they looked the same as when they arrived.

Xia Shenyan cooked two clear soups and side dishes for himself. After eating, washing the dishes, taking a shower, and applying medicine, he sat in front of the TV and watched the news for a while, and his stomach hurt without warning.

It's always like this, people who are in pain are caught off guard and are better off than dead.

Xia Shenyan went to find painkillers in her bag, took a few pills, and then shrank into the quilt.

But the painkillers can only be relieved, but the dense pain like a bug gnaws is like a shadow, especially at night, it is extremely painful.

Coughing is unstoppable, only when his whole body starts to ache, he coughs a little more severely, he can only put the trash can beside the bed, and cover his sore stomach while sweating profusely, coughing earth-shatteringly, as if To spit out all the viscera.

This situation has been going on for a long time. He came here like this in those silent nights, and it is not too unacceptable until now. At most, it is better to live than to die in a different place.

He didn't feel better until the fishy smell filled his mouth and he spit out the scarlet blood.

Xia Shenyan took out a few pieces of paper, wiped away the blood on the corners of his lips, covered his stomach and turned over, feeling drowsiness and pain surged up together, he gasped unbearably and groaned softly.

Tears did not know when the pillow had been wet, his fingers were tightly stirring the quilt, the skin of his stomach was reddened by him, and his sobbing was very small.

But as the effect of the medicine gradually passed, the pain could no longer be concealed.

He almost crawled and touched the painkiller on the bedside with trembling hands, ignored the doctor's advice and took a few more pills with water, but this time the pain didn't last long, and he passed out from the pain.

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Si Jinqing only found out about it two months after Xia Shenyan disappeared.

It's not that he and Xia Shenyan haven't been in touch for a long time.But most of the time, Si Jinqing considers that it is inconvenient for him to disturb him when he is at work. However, as far as he knows, Xia Shenyan has been staying at home recently, and he has not responded to any of the calls and messages he sent to him. his character.

But Si Jinqing didn't bother him rashly out of respect.

Although he arranged for someone to protect Xia Shenyan, it was only when Xia Shenyan went out to socialize. As for other times, Si Jinqing should also leave him free time.

It was impossible for him to spy on him.

Moreover, he had installed GPS on Xia Shenyan's mobile phone, Xia Shenyan knew about it, and he also bought Xia Shenyan's personal mobile phone.With Si Jinqing's suggestion, he always carried it with him in case of any accident.

These days, when Si Jinqing is free, he will check the location to see where he is now, but it has been shown that he is at home for two consecutive months.

This is very wrong.

Even if Xia Shenyan gave himself a two-month vacation, he couldn't stay at home all the time.

Si Jinqing has also been paying attention to the affairs of his studio, but he has never heard any news.

Si Jinqing was worried, and just happened to miss him in his heart, so he put off work and went to the apartment to find him.

The door of the apartment had his fingerprints on it, but he didn't open it directly. He rang the doorbell in advance, and he didn't push the door in until there were no rings.

It was still empty and quiet like the last time he came, and it didn't look like someone lived there.

"Yanyan?"

Si Jinqing yelled in a low voice in the hall, only to get an even weirder silence.

He suddenly felt flustered, and went straight to the master bedroom. There was no one in it, nor was there another guest bedroom, nor was there a bathroom or a cloakroom.

By coincidence, Si Jinqing went to open Xia Shenyan's usual wardrobe in the master bedroom.

The cloakroom is where Xia Shenyan puts his official clothes. They are all clothes that he needs to wear to attend receptions, press conferences, variety show interviews, or airport outfits. His own private servers are not famous brands, and there are not many ordinary ones. , are placed in the master bedroom closet.

Si Jinqing held his breath and opened the cabinet.

really.

empty.

Si Jinqing took a breath, tried his best to contain the panic in his heart, and walked out quickly. When he passed the hall, he found a mobile phone on the coffee table—it was the one he installed a tracker on Xia Shenyan. a letter.

Si Jinqing tried his best to calm down his restless mood, but he didn't even notice that his hand was shaking when he took the phone away. There were a few words written on the surface of the letter: Jinqing's dear friend.

The style of writing is gentle and elegant, delicate and elegant, and it is Xia Shenyan's handwriting at first glance.

He wrote Jinqing.

Si Jinqing swallowed the bitterness in his throat, and opened the letter.

The content of the letter is very brief:

This time, don't ask about the return date, don't bother me.

The author has something to say:

Happy National Day, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, happy every day, happy every year!

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