There is only one truth, and you will never know it if you don’t check it.
Many things are caused by one person, and that person is undoubtedly Hang Zhanyou. What kind of story he once told? Is it the story in the booklet written by Yu Qiushui during his lifetime? Or the one
The stories are not the same?
If that story really exists, where did the piano prince go three years ago? Where did that arrogant rich young man go? Are these two people alive or dead?
And what kind of person is Hang Zhanyou who has never appeared? Where is he?
In order to find out all this clearly, Huang Yizhe went to Sacred Heart High School. He believed that there would be no airtight walls in this world. As long as there was a secret, he would be known one day.
There is only one secret in this world that I don’t know, that is, the secret that grows buried underground with the dead.
When he arrived at Shengxin High School, he directly found Li Weimin, the principal of Shengxin High School. He was going to come to the file that Hang Zhanyou had been staying in the grade and got his address. It turned out that he lived in the distant Lancheng, which was a city near the sea.
His father died in an accident a few years ago, and only he and his mother depended on each other.
After learning all this, Huang Yizhe drove away from Sacred Heart High School and went directly to Ling Moqi's home. After all, he promised her last night that he would not act alone and would definitely take her with him.
It just needs to count, so he came anyway.
After going upstairs, he gently rang the doorbell, and soon the door opened, and he saw Ling Moqi standing at the door with his clothes.
He was wearing a casual blue heroic outfit and his long hair was tied up high, just like a female hero. She smiled slightly, "Yizhe, you are here."
"Xiao Qi, are you really okay?" Although the incident last night had passed, Huang Yizhe still cared about her and was very worried about her.
"I'm fine. Besides, aren't you taking care of me along the way? What's going to happen to me?" Ling Moqi closed the door and pulled Huang Yizhe's hand, "Yizhe, let's go."
"Okay." Huang Yizhe responded, then went downstairs with Ling Moqi, came outside, and got into the car directly.
Lancheng is a coastal city, not far from Jinwu, but not close, and it takes about an hour to drive to get there.
After getting in the car, he bypassed the city and drove to the expressway. Ling Moqi couldn't help but ask: "Yizhe, have you asked where Hang Zhanyou lives?"
"Well, his home is in Lancheng, which is a coastal city. It is about an hour's drive from here. Look, this is the home address that Hang Zhanyou had filled in before." Huang Yizhe handed the sticky note in his pocket to
Ling Moqi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, continued to drive attentively.
Ling Moqi took the sticky note, "Lancheng, a good name."
I stepped on the accelerator and galloped all the way. After a long time, I finally got off the expressway, which was only a dozen minutes' drive from my destination Lancheng.
Looking at the buildings along the road, there are mostly two-story lofts here, and the road is also a cement road, which looks slightly narrow, and if there are two cars, it will not be possible to pass side by side.
After a long time, the car finally stopped. This is Lancheng. Ling Moqi pushed open the car door and looked at the address above, "No. 25 Pinghua Lane."
Huang Yizhe and Ling Moqi walked forward together and finally arrived at No. 25, Pinghua Lane.
This is a simple two-story attic. The red tiles on the wall have changed color. There is an iron door leading into it. The sides of the iron door are covered with vines and the yard is filled with yard.
In the yard, a middle-aged woman in her thirties was holding the flower waterer in her hand and watering the flowers constantly.
She is Hang Zhanyou's mother Cui Meifang.
"It should be here, it's not wrong." Ling Moqi pointed at the somewhat faded No. 25 door sign.
Huang Yizhe also approached. Will the Hang Zhan meet up here?
After hesitating for a while, Huang Yizhe and Ling Moqi walked in.
Just the slight footsteps still attracted the attention of Cui Meifang. She put down the flower waterer in her hand, walked over quickly, and looked at the two people in front of her in confusion, "What are you?"
Huang Yizhe said straight to the point: "May I ask, is Hang Zhanyou at home?"
"Zhan You?" Cui Meifang couldn't help but frown, "Zhan You hasn't come back for a long time."