CH 19

Rong Qian had a dream.

In the dream, 12-year-old Shen Yi hugged his knees, sat on the floor, stared motionlessly at the closet door, as if waiting for something.

When she saw Butler Fu come in and call him, he was indifferent, didn’t eat or drink, and took away the cold food. He just sat there for two days, until Butler Fu came and patted him on the shoulder, only to find that his eyes were red from crying.

Rong Qian saw him lost in thought and said: “She’s gone …… she doesn’t want me anymore ……”

“Am I really that annoying? So even she doesn’t want me anymore ……”

“She doesn’t want me anymore ……”

The little boy buried his face in his knees and, with a hoarse and choked voice, repeated that sentence over and over again—the most hurtful sentence.

He let himself fall into the dark abyss, kept falling, he even, didn’t want to struggle a bit, because, the only person who could grab his hand and pull him up, didn’t want him anymore ……

When Rong Qian woke up, she found tears in the corner of her eyes, Rong Qian went to wash her face, looked at herself in the mirror with a sad face, Rong Qian sighed deeply, “He wouldn’t, really thought I didn’t want him?”

Rong Qian wanted to tell herself that it was just a dream, not real, so don’t overthink it, but then, that dream is so real!

And, would not eat or drink, stubbornly sitting in front of the closet waiting for her, is indeed something he would do.

A feeling of guilt and self-blame came to mind, made Rong Qian want to rush over and tell him right now, it’s not what he thought at all!

The more Rong Qian thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and she wailed, “Ah! Annoying annoying, little brat! Who doesn’t want him anymore?”

In the end, full of worry, a thousand words, merged into a sigh.

Rong Qian went out at seven o’clock, simply carrying a bag, she didn’t try to make it easier by waking up her dad early in the morning to drive her to the airport, out of the neighborhood, just ready to call a car on the software, a taxi stopped in front of her.

Just as Rong Qian wanted to admire the driver’s eyesight, she saw the window of the back seat down. Zhang Hao, dressed in casual clothes, greeted her with a smile, “Sister Rong, good morning!”

Rong Qian raised an eyebrow, after getting into the car, she learned that Zhang Hao had also booked a flight to accompany her to Beijing.

“Sister Rong, didn’t I say that you can’t act alone? It’s not like I asked Chen Jia, I didn’t know you were going to find my Aunt Chen.” Zhang Hao was full of resentment.

Rong Qian spoke doubtfully: “Aunt Chen?”

“Yes, aren’t you going to Beijing to meet Professor Chen and Professor Lu? Professor Chen Shiyi is my aunt Chen, and as for what kind of relatives, it’s a little complicated to say.”

It was beyond Rong Qian’s expectation, unexpectedly, Zhang Hao had such a relationship with the person she was looking for.

“Sister Rong, don’t worry, I’m familiar with Beijing. After getting off the plane, don’t go to the hotel. I told an uncle of mine. He has a lot of houses. There is an empty house on the second ring road; we can borrow it.” Zhang Hao patted his chest to ensure.

Rong Qian was dumbfounded when she heard this, good guy, this boy usually looks ordinary, secretly he is still a “relationship” household?!

What kind of immortals are his relatives?

A certain person with a Versailles face, and still said without knowing it: “Our family has many relatives, and the relationship is very good. No matter where our family travels, we don’t have to worry about having no place to live.”

Get it! I know, I know, it’s already sour, shut up!

It took more than two hours to travel from Shanghai to Beijing, plus the daily delayed flight, it was already 11:00 am when we arrived in Beijing.

Zhang Hao stopped a taxi, gave the driver an address, and went to his uncle’s unoccupied house on the second ring road.

Rong Qian originally didn’t want to be so troublesome, she went directly to see the two professors, Chen Shiyi and Lu Xuan, and flew back on the same day’s plane after the meeting.

Zhang Hao had to talk to her, saying that it was not so easy to see his aunt Chen, you had to make an appointment and get permission to see her, or at least stay in Beijing for two days.

Seeing that he is a “related household”, Rong Shao reluctantly listened to him once.

“Sister Rong, cross this alley and you’re there!”

Zhang Hao walked in front and couldn’t wait to run over to show her the way, Rong Qian looked up and saw that Zhang Hao had already passed the corner first.

Rong Qian followed slowly, but after turning the corner, she found Zhang Hao passed out on the ground, Rong Qian was startled, and hurriedly ran over, “Zhang Hao! Zhang Hao!”

Zhang Hao didn’t wake up, but Rong Qian, at this moment suddenly noticed something. She turned her head sharply, but it was too late; the iron rod in the man’s black hand had already hit her head!

The strength was so strong, Rong Qian only felt that her skull was cracked.

The moment she fell down, Rong Qian held on to the last trace of consciousness and reached into the pocket of her coat, where there was a photo.

After touching the photo, she felt that the photo had disappeared from her hands, Rong Qian only then closed her eyes at ease…

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Rong Qian was woken up by the noise.

There seemed to be someone fighting nearby, with the sound of punching, kicking, and swearing, but it was not the familiar Chinese, but a very pure English pronunciation; it’s like a few Americans were fighting.

Rong Qian opened her eyes with a headache, sniffed her nose, and smelled a sour smell. When she turned her head, she found that there was a trash can next to her.

No wonder it stinks so much. It turns out that she was sitting next to a trash can!

Rong Qian dizzily stood up and found herself in an alley at the moment, dirty and messy, and very remote, not the clean alley she went into with Zhang Hao.

The building above her head was not familiar to her either. It had a European style, or the’ 70s kind. And looking at the nearby surroundings, it looked like an abandoned area.

Rong Qian only glanced around, her attention was quickly attracted by a few young Americans at the end of the alley, for no other reason than they were beating a little boy!

The little boy was lying on the ground, shrinking into a ball, helpless and scared, although Rong Qian did not see his face, but the first reaction, was that he was Shen Yi!

“What are you doing!” Rong Qian was furious, and she roared.

A few young men turned their heads, and found that it was a Chinese, or a woman. A blond man in the lead whistled. He walked towards her with a grin, still saying something.

Rong Qian was no longer in the mood to translate what he said, and anyway, there wasn’t a good word. Seeing that he still dared to send it up on his own initiative, Rong Qian then rewarded him with a kick first!

A few people behind him saw the blond man being beaten, looked at each other, picked up the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards Rong Qian!

Then, the screams came out one after another in the alley.

A few minutes later, the blond man was bleeding from the nose, supporting a group of brothers who were also bruised and swollen, with broken arms and legs, and fled, before leaving not forgetting to say harsh words to Rong Qian, “Damn Chinese, you wait for me!”

Rong Qian threw him a bat!

A few young people ran away rolling and crawling, Rong Qian was so angry that she put her hands on her hips, dared to touch her little Shen Yi. These boys, she Rong Qian, every time she saw them, she beat them!

A few young people ran away rolling and crawling1a Chinese idiom, which means to describe the appearance of running away in a panic due to fear.. Rong Qian was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and dared to touch her little Shen Yi. These boys, she Rong Qian, see you once and beat you once!

Thinking of Shen Yi, Rong Qian then hurriedly went to see the little boy who had shrunk in the corner to hide.

As a result, when she squatted down, she found a white-skinned, high-nosed, blue-eyed American child. She made a mistake; this is not Shen Yi.

When she found out that it wasn’t Shen Yi, Rong Qian heaved a sigh of relief. She thought she was concerned just now and misread it. She remembered that Shen Yi was cold and white-skinned. In a hurry, it was normal to misread.

The little boy’s clothes were tattered and dirty, Rong Qian just wanted to ask him if he was okay, but the little boy suddenly got up and ran, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Leaving Rong Qian with a dumbfounded face.

The places she crosses every time are too random, right? Just like skydiving, did it drop randomly? But the first two times at least, she still fell to the protagonist’s side; this time it was good; she fell into this abandoned area.

There were messy patterns painted on the wall with brushes, there were abandoned desks and chairs with missing legs on the floor, and there was a rusty abandoned car not far away. No matter how you look at this place, it looked like the place where bad teenagers like to come when they skip classes in movies.

Rong Qian stroked her chin and thought, “Now the question is coming, where should I go to find Shen Yi?”

“Also, what year is it now?”

“Shen Yi now, how old is he?”

Holding these three questions, Rong Qian began a long journey to find Shen Yi …