She is a lonely girl with no family and no place to go. Where did she go?
The numb and strange pain in his heart seemed to be gradually awakening. He picked up his cell phone and called her in the drizzle. [26nbsp;] But, like every time before, the same echo: "Hello,
The user you call has been turned off.”
The phone was turned off and there was no trace of people. Where did she go? She was obviously in the same city, but she was still looking for a needle in the sea.
He didn't give up and continued to dial in a sleepless manner like the previous two days. However, this time, luck did not stand on his side, just like on the day of breaking up, he saw her get into a taxi and chased him out, and then
I couldn't stop the car, and when the next car arrived, it had already passed fifteen minutes.
What is God's will? Maybe this is God's will?
He looked up at the drizzling sky and suddenly felt so angry - what right does God have to dominate the fate of others? Why did he worry about so many human participation, but he had to cover up what "God will"?!
The drizzle was still falling, and he didn't know how long he had walked. He looked up and saw that he came to the famous square in City C. There were thousands of pots of flowers decorating the grand scene of the festival, huge flower trees were displayed, and the middle was surrounded by the unfinished subway station.
In the viewing square, tall artificial fountains sprayed into a flower-shaped body, and the sound box hidden in the grass was playing very festive festival music.
This was originally the busiest heartland of C City, but because of the drizzle and the Spring Festival - every city is almost a semi-immigrant city, many people finally left the noise and walked home in a hurry.
On the way—so, although this square is still coming and going, it is much deserted than before.
Ye Jia had never been here alone. He turned around and looked at the tall and great figure in front of him. With a wave of his hand, tourists from other places took photos here.
He sat down on the cold stairs in the square, regardless of the misty cold rain, took out his cell phone and felt almost crazy. He dialed the phone number, regardless of whether it was connected, and shouted: "Xiaofeng, where are you? Xiaofeng
, Where are you?"
"Ye Jia..."
On the other end of the phone, it seemed that someone was talking. The tone of the whisper was full of gentleness, which seemed to be a dream but not a dream, and it seemed to be true but not true. He was ecstatic: "Xiaofeng, is it you? Where are you? Where are you
?”
Feng Feng took the phone and sat up, his eyes still felt sleepy. She had just turned on the computer - she forgot that she hadn't turned on for two or three days. It seemed as if some strange feeling was urging - and then, Ye Jia's voice
, so anxious.
It seemed that she was still confused. For a moment, she forgot what had happened, and where she was, thinking that she was still in the past, thinking that she was still in C Da Yejia's villa-the eternal "
At home, I thought Ye Jia only went to work in the morning and was coming back in the evening. It seemed that he was just asking himself what he wanted to eat tonight.
"Ye Jia..."
"Xiaofeng, where are you? Tell me quickly..."
His voice became more and more anxious, and her consciousness gradually became clear. Through the thick curtains in the hotel, she didn't know whether it was day or night outside. She slowly spoke: "Ye Jia, don't look for me..."