"Leizi, this is you... Aunt Zhuangzi and her daughter; come and stay for a while." As he said that, the old man smiled at Lan Zhong with some regret, and seemed to be calling 'Aunt Zhuangzi' disrespectfully.
Sorry; Lan Zhu nodded clearly.
The boy showed no strong interest; he turned away expressionlessly.
Lan Zhu didn't know why, but she felt something was wrong in her heart. Although this boy was young and grew up in a rural area, he had a certain quality that was incompatible with this place.
The boy pursed his lips and remained silent the whole time; Uncle Liu could only smile and said, "This kid has never seen the world, and he doesn't even know how to say hello." After saying that, the old man walked directly to the outside kitchen to prepare a meal with his wife.
Lan Zhu looked at it for a long time; this boy was by no means an unsociable person who didn't say hello. His eyes, if interpreted deeply, showed that he didn't care about other people's affairs. Now, let alone two strangers, even if
The village burned in front of him, and he was afraid that he wouldn't even look at it.
After all, after traveling all over the country for so many years, Lan Yong still has absolute confidence in her judgment of people. Thinking of this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.
It doesn't matter who he is; as long as he doesn't talk nonsense and doesn't threaten her own affairs, it's none of her business after all.
At this time, in the villa in Lishuiwan, the whole room was shrouded in heart-wrenching anxiety and worry.
Except for Yan Zisong, everyone was sitting upright in the living room. The police had installed tracking devices on all the phones; but more than ten hours had passed, and not a single call came in.
"It's Lan Zhu!" Qin Xiaoman had a pale face. From beginning to end, she repeated this sentence countless times.
"Mrs. Yan, we are trying our best to track down Lan Zhong's whereabouts and have issued an online notice." The person who spoke was a man in his thirties or forties. Judging from the police badge on his shoulder, his rank was
Not low
"It's Lan Zhu!" Qin Xiaoman repeated again without focusing.
As he said that, he stood up.
"Xiaoman," Ning Yabei raised her eyes from the tissue, and Tongliang Xuewen hurriedly grabbed her from left to right, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to find her."
"Where are you going to find..." Grandma, whose eyes were already red from crying, shed tears again, "Zisong has made arrangements outside, you wait at home!"
"No! Mom..." Qin Xiaoman finally cried and shouted, "I can't stand it, I really can't stand it... Let me go find her..."
Seeing this, Liang Xuewen also burst into tears; the three women didn't know who was pulling whom, and they all sobbed and shed tears.
Suddenly, the door was opened; Yan Zisong walked in. The man also had messy hair, and his handsome face was full of exhaustion and anxiety.
He walked to Qin Xiaoman and took the woman into his arms.
"Yan Zisong...where is Yiman? Where is Yiman?"
The man's lips moved, but he didn't know how to answer.
"How could this happen? Where is she?" The woman grabbed his clothes tightly and asked in a desolate and desperate manner. She shook him and made him panic. "Tell me, Zisong, my husband... is Lanzhong, it's Lanzhong!"
Why would she do this? Why would she do this?"
But the man just hugged her tighter, and slowly stroked the woman's hair with his right hand; "It'll be okay, don't cry; it'll be okay, trust me!"