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Song Heng never thought that after three years, he could hear Xin Wan's name again.

That name appeared on the other end of the phone—with the slight electric sound, the male voice was indistinct, and the words were accented with a dialect. He repeated it twice before Song Heng could clearly hear that the man was asking: "Are you Song Heng?" Mr. Heng, do you know Xin Wan?"

This phone call is really inappropriate, especially at the blind date table with Miss Qianjin.

The two filet steaks had just arrived, and Zhong Yu sat across from him, looking languidly interested in steaks, reached out and ordered a vegetable salad, with a gentle smile: "I'm trying to lose weight recently, I'm sorry."

Or because of the ambiguity of the words, Song Heng didn't recognize the name on the other end of the phone, and was too lazy to ask how he got his number, but just said "I don't know" almost coldly, and hung up the phone carelessly.

"I didn't know that Ms. Zhong was on a diet, so I ordered steak." After hanging up the phone, Song Heng put the phone on silent, pushed it to the side of the dining table, and said decently, "My fault."

This is a high-end western restaurant, the surrounding people are very quiet, the lighting is clean and clear, and the marble floor is not stained with dust.To the west is a piano, and men in tuxedos play the same tunes tirelessly.

Zhong Yu stirred Shala: "Who called you just now? If there is something urgent, we can make an appointment next time."

"It's just harassing calls," Song Heng lowered his eyes and cut the beef, "I forgot to mute it."

"I heard from my uncle that you just came back from studying in the UK last month? You can also play the piano and the violin, and you can also speak Japanese and Spanish," Zhong Yu said after eating two mouthfuls of salad, twirling a handkerchief and ordering carefully. The corner of her lips said, "It's amazing."

Song Heng laughed, but did not respond.

"Then do you like to listen to piano music? Who do you like to listen to? Bach, Pollini or Beethoven?"

Song Heng looked up at Zhong Yu, and noticed her fluttering red lips, which matched the litmus red chiffon skirt very well, and her snow-white arms almost blended with the surrounding lights, with a beautiful transparent texture.

He thought for a while, and was about to answer when the frequency of the mobile phone vibrating suddenly interrupted them. Song Heng glanced at Zhong Yu guiltily, and just about to hang up the phone for the second time, Zhong Yu spoke and smiled at him: "Actually, I'm full too. You can answer it. Just take me home after answering the phone."

So Song Heng answered the phone for the second time, and there was a female voice on the other side, with standard Mandarin, as if afraid that he would hang up in a hurry again, and spoke hastily.

"Mr. Song Heng, our side is Xiwan Ren'ai Hospital, please don't hang up! I want to ask, do you know Xin Wan?"

Song Heng was inexplicably agitated, but he still asked patiently, "Who? What two words?"

"Hard work Xin, Wan——Wan, ah, gracefully remove the side of the female character. A boy in his early 20s, about 1.7 meters five, very thin. Do you know him?"

Song Heng thought about it carefully. When the two were combined together, when they collided, a clear real shape suddenly emerged from the mist, as if making a sharp sound, pulling him back to three years ago, bringing him a sense of The feeling of another world.

Xin Wan, Xin Wan.

How long has it been since I heard this name?

This name is not just two words to him.It was the only thing he missed, loved and never forgotten in his youthful years between the ages of seventeen and twenty.The young man in white short-sleeves, standing under the poplar tree in summer, with two dimples in his smile, is the embodiment of the word first love.

In midsummer three years ago, when it was pouring rain, Xin Wan broke up with him in the form of a cold text message.

Song Heng ran downstairs to his house, violating his upbringing over the years, shouting his name, but got no response.The heavy rain was cold and cold, and he had a fever for two days. After the fever subsided, he was like waking up from a dream, and he only regarded Xin Wan as an unresolved illusion, and went abroad according to the arrangement of his family.

In the past three years, Xin Wan had never contacted him, but now, he heard this name again.

The silence was too long, and the woman over there asked some more tentative questions, mixed with whispers with others, saying "Let me tell you, it must be a misunderstanding" and "Did you dial the wrong number?"

Song Heng asked with a hoarse voice, "I'm Song Heng, what's wrong?"

The woman hurriedly said: "Before, a hospital in our suburban area was found to be an illegal homosexual correction center. All the children in it were sent to our hospital, and those who could find their parents were sent back. But this one is called 'Xin Wan', right? , the situation is a bit special. His brain seems to be bumping, he can't remember some things, and we can't get in touch with anyone—"

Homosexual Correction Center—Those inexplicable words and complicated information were thrown at him, making Song Heng confused for a short time, he interrupted the woman's lengthy speech with a cold tone: "Then why are you calling me? "

"Ah, that's right. When we were cleaning up Xin Wan's supplies in that place, we found that he had written your name and mobile phone number all over the bed. You are Song Heng, that's right. I guess you and Xin Wan's side should be a friend, right? Our side is in short supply after all, so when is it convenient for you to come and pick up Xin Wan?"

West Bay, at dusk.

In July, even in the evening, the air is scalding hot.Song Heng thoughtfully opened the door of the passenger seat for Zhong Yu, watched her sit up, and then went around to the driver's seat.

"I see that your complexion is not very good." Zhong Yu looked at him sideways, "You can call me a taxi, and then go about your own affairs."

Song Heng wanted to smoke very much. He used to have a heavy cigarette addiction when he was studying abroad, but he restrained himself a little during the three or two months at home, at most two cigarettes a day, but now he feels his throat is hoarse again.The windows were closed and the air-conditioning was turned on.

"It's okay, it's more important to send the lady back first." Song Heng smiled at her, the mottled street lights reflected on the left side of his face through the car window, drawing clean and neat lines, which looked very good-looking, "Where is your home?" ?”

The car moved slowly, skimming the heat of the asphalt road.Song Heng held the steering wheel with one hand, and swiped a few times on the screen with the other.Zhong Yu looked at him curiously, and suddenly heard the sound of music coming from the car, accompanied by a male voice, talking eloquently.

"The Fifth Chapter of Guo Degang's Crosstalk Collection: The Ugly Empress—"

Bell: "..."

The crosstalk started to play, and the bell's voice was dignified and a bit unbearable, "Puchi" laughed out loud, "I thought you would listen to Bach, Pollini and Beethoven."

"I don't like piano or violin very much, and I don't like learning languages." Song Heng turned down the volume of cross talk, "If you're on the road, listen to something funny, it's better than those pretentious songs to wake you up."

Zhong Yu looked at him with interest, stopped talking, stared at the tree that was flying past the window in a daze, and laughed from time to time listening to Guo Degang's cross talk.

Soon he arrived at the villa area where Zhong Yu lived. There was a gate control. Zhong Yu didn't intend to let him go in, so Song Heng stopped at the door.

"I'm very happy to have dinner with you. To tell you the truth, I don't like those... pretentious songs, but my uncle always asks me to ask," the vulgar word, Zhong Yu hesitated before She said it, sighed, and smiled cutely, "Also, I didn't eat much because the waist of the skirt was a little tight. I will get to know you better when I have a chance, and be careful on the way back."

Song Heng also laughed and responded, watching her litmus red skirt disappear into the thick night, but did not leave in a hurry, but drove the car to the side of the road and took out the cigarette case.

The flame of the lighter flickered and danced, and the scarlet flame began to burn on the cigarette.Song Heng turned off the cross talk, and all the noisy voices disappeared. The car window was lowered to the bottom, and he started to smoke with his elbows on it.

Very upset.

Unknown feeling.

"Gay Correction Center."

"Your name and number are written all over the bed."

The smoke burned out and the car restarted.Song Heng has just returned from abroad, and all the affairs of the family are gradually being transferred to him. He is ready to let him inherit the family business, and he will go to the company tomorrow.

Song Heng rarely suffered from insomnia at night, so he had to take sleeping pills again.

For the next few days, Song Heng was busy and had no time to think about the phone calls from the hospital. His father Song Fuhai asked about the blind date, but Song Heng only excused that the two were not compatible.

"What's wrong with this, Miss Qianjin?" Song Fuhai shook his head angrily, "You have such a high status, why don't you look down on her?" Song Heng smoothed things over and answered vaguely.

After all the busyness, Song Heng was free, and he would look for the time on the phone, and called again one night, and Song Heng had already changed into his pajamas.The same thing was said on the other end of the phone, and finally he asked, "Mr. Song, why don't you come and see Xin Wan."

After hanging up the phone, only the word "Xin Wan" remained in those noisy echoes.The heat wave outside was blowing in bursts, Song Heng opened the window, and was sweating all over before he would give up.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Heng went back to the bedroom, changed his clothes, and took the car keys.

It was very hot outside, Song Heng got into the car and turned on the air conditioner, and was silent for a while before dialing on the car screen.

The cold light of the screen was projected into his pupils.

The car drove out of the parking lot, and the hot wind pushed the car towards the road. At the same time, the female voice of the map broadcast sounded coldly.

"Destination, Xiwan Charity Hospital, 37.9 kilometers away, estimated time 49 minutes."

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