Wu Yaowen is nearly fifty years old and has an ordinary person who is easily overwhelmed by the crowd when walking on the street. From his figure, he can also see that he has been engaged in physical labor for many years. His skin is tanned by the sun, and he has a very healthy brown-copper luster, his facial features are neat and serious. His eyes, which are darker than his skin, reveal the stiffness and dullness of the eyes of those who have been engaged in outdoor physical labor for many years.

Chu Xingyun shook hands with him and found that the lines in his palm were as thick as sandpaper, and it was a pair of hands that supported the father of a family. At the same time, he was also sad. This person received so many honors, but his status did not improve at all. Although he had participated in two National People's Congress as a member of the Yinjiang Municipal People's Congress for two consecutive years and was personally received by the President of the State, it was useless. He was still an ordinary feed factory workshop repairman, with a low salary every month to support his father who was ill in bed and his daughter who was studying for a doctorate.

Life did not defeat his kindness, which deserves to be praised by the entire society.

Wu Yaowen's daughter Wu Lishuang looks only in her early twenties, dressed simply and simply. The light makeup on her face did not cover her youthful face. She wore ponytails and jeans, like a college student who had just finished class.

Wu Yaowen was not good at talking. He sat on the black leather sofa where he was entertaining guests with his head hanging down and rubbed his palms dullly. His daughter Wu Lishuang sat beside him and said concisely.

"We went to Ludan Mountain to play before, but I have never met him since we came back. We have less time to meet. He is very busy with work. I have been preparing for a defense recently. But no matter how busy he is, he will call me every night. I feel a little strange if I haven't received his call for two or three consecutive days. I called him but no one answered him. I was a little worried, so I went to the house he rented to find him. The landlord said that he hadn't seen him go out for several days, and then he took the key to open the door. There was no one inside, he didn't go to work, and the unit was looking for him. At first I went to the police station to report the case, but the police did not pay attention and refused to accept it. We had no choice. I asked a friend of my father... Please help us the police officer. I feel that something must have happened to Shibin, otherwise he would never disappear without leaving a word!"

Wu Xiaoshuang was sitting and rubbing her palms uneasy, looking at Fu Yi, her eyes filled with tears.

Fu Yi handed her a few tissues and comforted her, "Don't be anxious first, Mr. Wu, don't be anxious either. We need to figure out the matter out and ask you some questions first."

Wu Lishuang nodded repeatedly, wiped her tears and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you ask."

Fu Yi put the writing board on his legs, took out a pen from his shirt pocket, lowered his head and wrote a line of words on the paper, and asked: "When did you last meet Sun Shibin?"

"In May, May 7th, that day was the weekend. After we came down from Ludan Mountain, we went home on our own until the day when I found out that he was missing, and we never saw him again."

"Are you sure he's going home?"

Wu Lishuang's eyes drooped and recalled: "It rained heavily that day. He sent me back to the entrance of the community and left. After returning home, he called me on a landline to ensure safety, so I was sure he was back home."

Fu Yi looked at her on her lower lip with the pen cap in her hand for a moment, then lowered her head and recorded the shorthand: "In other words, did Sun Shibin disappear on May 8 the next day after breaking up with you?"

“…How did you know it is No. 8?”

Fu Yi explained in a plain tone: "On Monday of the 8th, if he was not missing, he would naturally go to work." After that, he stopped writing and looked up: "According to what you know about him, does he owe debts or bets?"

Wu Lishuang shook her head quickly: "No, he is a very self-disciplined and well-behaved person. He never gambles, spends money very restrained, and has never borrowed money randomly."

Fu Yixiao: "Your relationship is very good?"

Wu Xiaoshuang nodded: "We have been in love for almost four years and we just got engaged two months ago."

After hearing this, Fu Yi put the writing board on his legs on the table, looked at Chu Xingyun who was standing in front of the water dispenser and waiting for his expression.

Chu Xingyun held a cup of hot tea with white smoke, and his calm and gentle eyes fell on Wu Yaowen, who had no words from beginning to end without any swelling. He walked over slowly, put the tea cup in front of Wu Yaowen, and smiled and said, "Mr. Wu said a few words."

Wu Yaowen's face looks older than his age, but his body is very healthy, and his back is not hunched or bent. It may be related to his physical labor and his figure is very strong. Chu Xingyun thought he would hear regional accents from him, but he spoke very standard Mandarin, and his words were round and clear, which was slightly different from his dull and dull appearance. He could even see his unfamiliar cultural literacy from his words.

Wu Yaowen said: "Xiao Sun is a good child. I hope you can help us find him. They will get married at the end of the year."

Chu Xingyun sat on the single sofa opposite him and said sincerely: "It should be that you have made so much contribution to this society, and we are just doing our part."

Wu Yaowen's eyes were always habitually drooping when he spoke, and did not meet anyone's eyes. It was not until he heard this that he raised his head and looked at Chu Xingyun slightly. A faint smile appeared on the corners of his loose and wrinkled lips, saying, "It's all right."

Chu Xingyun looked at Wu Xiaoshuang again and asked, "What major is Miss Wu studying?"

Wu Lishuang said: "News Broadcast."

Chu Xingyun nodded and smiled, "If you study law, you must be a good lawyer."

Wu Jieshuang looked at her father with a gentle look and said, "My father also hopes that I will be a lawyer, but he respects me very much and supports my own choice."

After sending the Wu family's father and daughter away, Chu Xingyun transferred several people to a meeting.

"Each person has a copy of the information. Xiao Gao, who has transferred all the economic and social relations of Sun Shibin. Qiao Shishi took people to the bank to check the suspicious people who had contact with him at work. Brother Fu went to Sun Shibin's house to check."

After assigning the task, he stood up from behind the desk pressed the table and smiled and said, "It is easy to ask God to send God but hard to send God. Today, the person who reported the case was a Bodhisattva. If you don't handle this case beautifully, and you don't need to criticize the leaders and the people, I blush for the four words "Public servant of the people". Just do it like this!"

The criminal police took the mission and dispersed. Fu Yi called Yang Kaitai to follow him as usual. Yang Kaitai lowered his head and followed him silently. Qiao Shishi asked Chu Xingyun: "Boss, why are you doing?"

Chu Xingyun picked up the car key and threw it into a beautiful arc, lifted his foot and walked towards the door: "Go back and see if my thatched cottage has been repaired."

The heat of his broken car could not be dissipated and the air conditioner could not be added. Fortunately, there was a sunroof on the roof. He opened the sunroof and drove the car onto the road with the scorched sunlight sprinkled in, and a phone call was made on the road.

The phone rang several times before it was connected. Yang Shu's gentle laughter sound came over the noisy background sound: "Master, be careful, don't touch those two pots of aloe vera."

Chu Xingyun curled his lips, picked up the pair of sunglasses in the co-pilot and put them on, and joked: "How is this foreman doing the job?"

Yang Shu walked a few steps and found a quieter place, and laughed: "It's the final stage. When will the boss come back to inspect the work?"

Chu Xingyun wanted to laugh at Yahuozi: "Let's go back now."

Yang Shu said: "I sent you a railing style picture for you to choose, but if you don't choose, I can only do my own thing."

"Everyone looks good, just make the decision. Just hang up first and you will arrive soon."

He threw his phone on the bridge. The green light at the intersection in front happened to be approaching, and the red lights for eighty seconds were on, so the inconspicuous Dongfeng slowly stopped in front of the intersection after the traffic. While waiting for the passage, he whistled happily, put his fingers on the steering wheel and jumped back and forth like playing the piano... After knocking a few notes, he suddenly stopped and looked at his hand with a little confusion. His gesture just now was indeed a piece of music score, Chopin's Fantasy Section 2. He had never learned the piano, had no interest or conditions, and he did not recognize the music score. The reason why he could knock out this syllable at this time was a subconscious behavior. This set of actions seemed to have formed a deep-rooted memory in his body, and had become a part of his body. He didn't have to remember it at all, and he would never forget it...

The person who implanted this memory for him was He Cheng. To be precise, He Cheng was when he was a child, and he was only seven years old at that time.

When he was eleven years old, he was thrown to his aunt whom he had never met when he was eleven years old by his parents. Chu Xingyun called her aunt for twenty years.

From an unknown small county town to Yinjiang, he had not yet woken up from the dizziness of the tall buildings, but his aunt held hands and took a taxi. Along the way, he only cared about seeing the different scenery in the city, and ignored what the aunt said next to him, remembering only a few sporadic words, big family, politicians, two children, and "He Cheng". And the aunt asked him to call him "Little Master" when he saw "He Cheng".

When he came to a brand new environment, facing so much information, Chu Xingyun felt more nervous than novelty, but he did not dare to show his fear, nor did he say that he didn't remember, or did not understand, and nodded all the words he had just remembered. However, he got off the car and stood in front of the gate of the garden villa with a swimming pool, and forgot all the words he had just remembered.

The old man who was trimming the flowers came to open the door and said to the aunt: "Teacher Shen is back, yo, is this your little nephew? It's so energetic."

He held his aunt's hand tightly and did not dare to let go, nor did he dare to look at people. He was led through the flat courtyard to the head of the door. The aunt lowered her head and looked at his eyes and said, "Be polite... Forget it, don't talk nonsense."

Then he squeezed his hand hard and pushed open the door-

This is the first time he has seen a beautiful house, which is more beautiful than any house I have seen on TV and in reality. With European layout and decoration, there are three stairs leading to the second floor alone, one on the main hall on the east side, and one on the left and right sides. Standing in the center of the lobby on the first floor, he will feel unrealistic dizziness. However, it makes him feel dizzy not only three stairs, but also the faint sound of piano floating down from the second floor, which is very light and agile, and each note is very pleasant. These notes float down from the upper floor through his ear porch, jumping and rotating in front of his eyes, making him feel dizzy...

He didn't even know when the aunt let go of his hand. He stood there, watching everything around him like a dream. Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and a sound without temperature, no ups and downs, and too cold, which was not childish and too cold, floated out of the gap in a vacant door on the second floor.

"Is Teacher Shen back?"

The woman who was cooking tea in the kitchen raised her head and replied, "Yes, I'm back, young master."

Then, Chu Xingyun met He Cheng for the first time. At that time, he opened the door, wore a white silk pajamas, barefoot, long figure, snow-white skin, and a pair of lighter amber eyes shone with a tiny glimmer of light towards the morning light coming in from the door.

The golden morning light that tilted in from the door seemed to send him a chasing light. He held the handrail of the stairs in the chasing light, stepped on the steps barefoot. He walked down gracefully and slowly, and his eyes gently fell on Chu Xingyun who was staring at him with his head raised.

Chu Xingyun forgot all the teachings of his aunt, stood under the stairs, and looked at him blankly with his head raised. A dizziness that was no less than that before was in his mind, and a stream of gradually burning blood rolled in his chest, making him feel hot all over.

Is this boy an hallucination? He thought, how could there be such a beautiful person?

He Cheng stopped above the two steps, so the height he was at was a little higher than Chu Xingyun, who was four years older than him. He asked, "Who are you?"

"Chu, Chu Xingyun."

He Cheng blinked his eyebrows, and finally the childishness that a child of his age should have appeared in his eyes: "Are you here to accompany me?"

This question was beyond the outline. Chu Xingyun turned to ask his aunt for help, and the aunt nodded at him.

So Chu Xingyun turned red under his gentle gaze and said hesitantly: "Yes, little, young master."

Then he saw He Cheng smile, smiling well and beautifully, holding his hand like an elegant little prince and walking upstairs: "Then come here, Brother Xingyun, accompany me to practice the piano."

Chu Xingyun was pulled upstairs by him. When he heard the saying "Brother Xingyun" almost fell into a dog's mouth and ate his shit. He hadn't had the chance to understand the age of the word "cute", these two words suddenly came out of his mind. It was so cute.

Under He Cheng's passionate and tireless teaching and "forced", he learned a piece of fantasy in one piece, and he also played the four-handed couplet with He Cheng many times. That period seemed to be the happiest day in his life, and it was also a joy that he would never find. Five years later, on New Year's Eve, they went out to buy fireworks and firecrackers and were taken to a van. They were all three, and in the end, only He Cheng was in trouble...

A year later, when He Cheng came back, he had become like Chu Xingyun didn't know him. He never acted coquettishly to him and pestered him and called "Brother Xingyun". He knew that He Cheng hated him to death.

The first thing He Cheng did after being sent home by the police was to go upstairs and run back to his room and smash the piano they had played "Fantasy" to smash. That night, Chu Xingyun slept next to him, as if he could hear the crying of him buried in the quilt all night.

These memories cannot be touched, and once they are touched, they will be both sides of the loss. As the eighty-second memories turn by, the traffic in front of them begins to surge, and the driver behind them is honking their horns to urge them.

Chu Xingyun rubbed the tip of his right finger hard, and at some point in his palm, a thick layer of sweat had already ejaculated. He held the steering wheel hard and passed through the green light intersection in front of him.

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Chapter completed!