The mountain road that had rained was muddy and difficult to walk on, so Song Yiqing took the lead and walked in front.
Fang Huaian followed her closely: "Xiaoqing, please slow down."
Song Yiqing did not slow down: "Go up early, pick up people early, and go back early."
To avoid long nights and too many dreams...
The higher you go up, the steeper the mountain road becomes. Fortunately, the stone steps are neat and you can't climb up.
After nearly two hours of fighting, they finally reached the top of the mountain and saw the magnificent temple.
The temple is red in color with white walls, leaning against the mountain cliffs, with green pines and cypresses, and the architecture is solemn and solemn.
On the plaque in front of the door, there are three characters written in bold words - Qingcheng Temple.
Through the courtyard wall, you can see the huge ginkgo tree in the courtyard, which is lush and full of life.
Fang Huaian stepped forward and knocked on the door. The clever little Taoist priest stuck his head out and said, "Are you pilgrims? The temple has been closed for renovation recently and does not accept pilgrims. Please come back!"
"The little Taoist priest misunderstood, we are here to pick him up."
The little Taoist priest tilted his head: "All the pilgrims in our temple have left. Who are you here to pick up?"
Song Yiqing was stunned: "Two days ago, an elderly mother-in-law brought her grandson to Qingcheng Temple to pray for blessings. Isn't she here?"
He held his chin and thought for a while: "Are you talking about Granny Wang? She has been picked up long ago."
Picked up?
There was a big question mark in Song Yiqing's head. No one came to pick them up. Who picked them up?
Her heart seemed to skip a beat, and Fang Huaian became nervous and quickly asked: "Who picked them up? Can you tell us?"
The little Taoist opened the door: "Who are you?"
"I am her daughter and this is my husband."
The little Taoist priest seemed to be trying to recall the scene at that time: "I remember that a woman who looked like your lady picked them up two days ago."
"What does she look like?"
"He is about the same height as you, with big eyes, thin eyebrows, long hair tied behind his head, and he wears a beautiful cheongsam. He looks like this."
The little Taoist priest talked and drew pictures, trying his best to describe the appearance of the man.
Song Yiqing thought about all the people and had no idea who they were, let alone whether the person who picked them up was a good person or a bad person.
Through his description, the image of a person suddenly appeared in Fang Huaian's mind, but he was not sure if it was that person, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Song Yiqing was very disappointed when no one received her.
In the vast sea of people, I didn’t know where to look for them.
Fang Huaian put his arm around her shoulders: "Let's go down the mountain first, there's no use staying here anymore."
Song Yiqing drooped her head: "Huai'an, do you think Mrs. Luo and Luo Tiegen will be followed by bad guys?"
He replied firmly: "No."
"Why did you say no so firmly?"
Because he suspected that the person who followed Wang Minglan and Luo Tiegen was his biological mother.
His biological mother's appearance was exactly as described by the little Taoist priest, especially her love of wearing cheongsam, which has not changed over the years.
He hadn't seen her for many years. Their relationship was complicated and he couldn't explain it to Song Yiqing. Even if he had to explain it, it wouldn't be at this stage. So he could only answer casually: "Intuition."
Song Yiqing just thought he was comforting her, and the two of them went down the mountain without saying a word.
After picking up the car at the guest house, the two went straight to the police station and reported the disappearance of Wang Minglan and Luo Tiegen.
The police made detailed records and sent them back to wait for news.
I don’t know how long it will take to find someone with the police’s power alone.
The two of them immediately decided to return to the provincial capital first. There were many people there and the Luo family could send people to search for them.
Before late night, Song Yiqing finally returned to Luo's house.
Luo Mingsheng had been waiting in the living room. When he saw the two of them coming back, but did not see Wang Minglan, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Where's Minglan? Where's Tiegen?"
Song Yiqing's lips were dry and her voice was stuck in her throat. She didn't know how to explain it to him.
She was the one who suggested that Wang Minglan go to the temple to avoid risks. Now that she is missing, she bears the direct responsibility.
Seeing that she remained silent, Luo Mingsheng turned around and asked Fang Huaian: "Where are my wife and my grandson? Didn't you receive anyone?"
Fang Huaian calmed down: "Mr. Luo, please don't get excited. When we arrived at Qingcheng Temple, Mrs. Luo and Luo Tiegen had already been picked up."
"who?"
"I don't know...but we have already called the police. I believe the police will give us an explanation."
Luo Mingsheng was so anxious that he muttered unconsciously: "How could he be picked up by others? I don't know who picked him up! Are they good people or bad people? Will Minglan suffer?"
His questions came one after another, each one hitting Song Yiqing's heart directly. These were the questions she was worried about.
Luo Mingsheng couldn't wait any longer and sent all the people the Luo family could mobilize to search.
The police station also specially said hello that they must find Wang Minglan and his grandson.
Song Yiqing was so anxious that she didn't think about food or tea.
Fang Huaian took her back home: "It's too late today, go to bed early. I'll go find someone early tomorrow morning."
She promised, lying on the bed with her eyes closed, but she couldn't fall asleep at all.
"Fusu, help me investigate where Wang Minglan and Luo Tiegen are."
"Host, this is against the rules."
"Then what's the rule? I at least need to know their life and death!"
The system feels wronged, the host gets angry, and innocent people are hurt.
"Alive, alive and well!"
Song Yiqing chased after her: "Then where are they living well?"
The system wisely chose to shut up and let her ask her questions, but it would not answer.
Song Yiqing had no choice but to give up.
Fortunately, he now knew that they were safe and living well in this world, and her suspicions and worries were reduced by half.
At dawn, Fang Huaian got up from the bed. When he thought that Wang Minglan might have been picked up by his biological mother, he didn't know what to think.
Why do people who haven’t come back for so many years come back suddenly?
When I came back, I didn't come to see him the first time. Instead, I got close to Wang Minglan. This was incredible.
Fang Huaian put on his clothes, kissed Song Yiqing gently on the forehead, and turned to go to work.
For two days in a row, the news about Wang Minglan seemed to have disappeared, and all clues were interrupted.
No one knows where they went or who picked them up.
Luo Mingsheng looked visibly depressed, and Song Yiqing looked haggard. Everyone gathered together to think of a solution, but there was no good solution at all.
"How come good people disappear? Since they want to live outside, they need ID cards! Why aren't they registered?"
Luo Mingsheng sent people to check almost all guest houses near Qingcheng Mountain, but found nothing.